The dragon king
A story written by Ademolar
Episode 38
(the summon)
Five of them stood with hands fold forming a circle round ajadi’s body which was lying nakedly on the wooden bench in a secret room. Zillar stared at the body with eyes full of tears
“how I wish I could help the poor boy” he thought within himself
“Is there anything we can do to bring him back to life?” he quarried
“There is. But it’s dangerous and the only way it works is if the gods are ready to marcy his soul ” marvel replied
“There is nothing wrong in giving a try.. am sure it will work “billar assured
“Don’t be too sure my friend, life at the underworld is unpredictable, no one knows what’s happening to his soul over there all we need is to hope it works ” Lazar cuts in
“So what do we do, we can’t just sit and watch him die like a piece of meat” jillar protest
“Calmdown my friend, I know what to do, but it’s under probability if he will make it or not, most time it affect the person and he might lost his memory or something big about the world at large ” marvel warned
“Is there no magic that can bring back a lost memory?” zillar asked
“Sure there is ” Lazar replied
“Then why waiting?.. let’s do it “jillar screamed
“The problem is not about performing the ritual, it’s about the effect, once it failed for the first time, the person can never be reborn to life again ” jillars face become green after marvel made the announcement.
“So what do we do? ” he asked!
“We give a try ” replied marvel..
“I will need you all to help me take his body out into the falling snow and step aside ” marvel ordered Immediately, they lift his body out of the room and the placed it gently on a wall under the snow, they all step like 30 metres away from him as they watch the whole scenerio.
“Listen everyone.. you all should reply with all praise the Lord of light, whenever am done with my chant ” marvel warned
Marvel sang some chants ,as his arms upraised against the falling snow,
“you are the light in our eyes, the fire in our hearts, the heat in our loins. Yours is the sun that warms our days, yours the stars that guard us in the dark of night.”
“All praise the Lord of Light,” they all answered in ragged chorus before a gust of ice-cold wind blew their words away. Lazar raised the hood of his cloak. The snowfall was light today, a thin scattering of flakes dancing in the air, but the wind was blowing from the east along the Wall, cold as the breath of the ice dragon in the tales Old Nan used to tell.
Even marvel’s fire was shivering; the flames huddled down in the ditch, crackling softly as the white looking man sang.
“Only Ghost seemed not to feel the chill “. Billar said as he leaned close to Jillar.
“Snow during a transition is a high probability of success . My old father always said so.” He glanced at ajadi lifeless body.
“I don’t think it’s working ” zillar whispered to Lazar
“You never can tell, let’s wait till its over before we conclude.
After few hour of trying under the heavy kiss of the white snow, marvel looked tired as he turned facing the other men standing a bit far from him
“It’s not working! Am sorry, I tried my best but nothing is happening ” he announced to them as he walk towards them.
“So what do we do with the body” Lazar asked!
“Take it in, we prepare a befitting funeral of a king for him tomorrow evening ” marvel replied and walk in with sad face
To be continued