golden sconces that illuminated our way were bejeweled with multi-colored stones. Even the candles were gold. But nothing surprised me. I’d always known that the woodland court was the most lavish of the four. It seemed that they reveled in the extravagant.
By the time we stopped, I guessed we were about a quarter mile beneath the surface. Orion placed his hand on a wall. He moved his palm as if he were making some kind of symbol. When he stepped back, a shimmering golden door appeared. One of his guards reached for the knob, and held the door open. Several of his knights entered, making sure it was safe for him. When they nodded, we made our way inside.
We stood inside another massive, oval-shaped cave. Golden chandeliers hung from the high ceiling. Each one held large, rectangular candles that lit the entire room. The interior matched the flesh-colored exterior of the caves. Bookcases had been cut out of the walls. They were packed to the brim with books. There had to be thousands of them. Other areas had iron weapons displayed. Some had to be hundreds of years old. On the furthest wall, a single chair sat in the corner with a woven blanket slung over the top. Right above, hung a painted portrait of the king and queen.
Orion made his way over to a wall with gold metallic inlay. The thick metal was shaped into a huge door, but didn’t appear to have any way to open it. My eyebrows snapped together as he pulled a small blade out of his side pocket and made a tiny incision on the pad of his index finger. A thin line of blood trickled down his finger and into his palm. He pressed his hand into the wall. The area around the trimming cracked and a cloud of dust enveloped the area. Fragments of the wall crumbled to the ground in large pieces. He stepped over the chunks of rumble, entering the hole he’d made.
Gasps filled the cave as Orion returned holding a flat metal board. Resting on top were several pieces of forest Green Armor. As I got closer, I noticed the metal had etchings all over the exterior. Some of the markings were Celtic, while others appeared to be words from a language I didn’t recognize. Something ancient, no doubt. Every elemental in the room swarmed around Orion, each eager to see what most had thought was nothing more than a legend. Only the members of the royal families knew about the sacred objects and their power. Considering what he had gone through just to get the armor, I’d bet he had it in here for centuries.
“Thank you, Orion.”
I whirled around. Valac held Excalibur in his hand. Blood dripped down the blade. Four of the woodland personal guards were dead beneath his feet. Each had been sliced open at the neck. They had already begun to decompose. Heat surged through my body as I released my sword from its sheath. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“Sorry I’m late. I wasn’t exactly sure where Orion had hidden the armor.” Valac chuckled. “It was so nice of you to lead the way.”
“Valac, you can’t do this,” Orion said, positioning himself in front of me. “Cutting the mist will kill thousands, including you. You have to stop this ridiculous quest.”
“Pledge your allegiance to me, Orion,” Valac replied. “Turn over your court to me and I’ll end this right now.”
“This is about control of the woodland court?” Orion asked, a line etched between his eyebrows.
“Yes, of course,” he replied. “The woodland court … along with all of the other courts.”
“Haven’t you seen what the unbalanced elements have done to the mortal world?” Orion screamed, causing the metal armor in his arms to clink together. “The planet is being destroyed by this war. One elemental cannot rule over all four courts. There has to be an equal balance.”
“You’re an old fool, Orion.” Valac shook his head. “The courts can be balanced under one ruler. That’s the only way to assure the balance remains.”
Valac’s rogue elementals entered the room one by one
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