Kin Mar Simonic(Tale of Simonic, book 2)

O=============================================================O Ramblings of a Wizard Kin Mar Simonic -Tale of Simonic- --Book 2-- O=============================================================O Yet, while the council dissolved, Cilanik and Penlee met Within the darkened room of deceit, and planned their Own course of action, to break the Will from his reign And offer to men, their due Fate, inviting Koi’on with them. With the hate of Braum, Holy creator, in his heart, Cilanik The lord of the treacherous burning flames, reached into The burning sun, deep down into it’s crusty core, and removed His hands, holding two great and massive creatures, breathing flames. And as he crushed them in his hands, four times, their shape took Form granting them massive wings, that denied even Rann their Accent, and their skin as solid as the sun’s core, so that not even Marzog’s mighty blade could pierce through the thick hide. Their bodies were massive, the size of twenty men high, and Seventy men across, with the huge wings that spread the length Of about a hundred and sixty(twenty for the mid belly) across, And their necks crawled up like serpents, coiling with deadly power. Able to strike with fierce speed and precession, as a hawk does When swooping for it’s prey.  And both their teeth and claws Were like massive swords, able to cut and pierce the strongest Steel and bronze, which mortal men forged. And in their eyes, an eternal fire burned, seeking out the death Of great men.  So, now it roared, breathing in the new, scorched Air, releasing thick hot flames from the death welcoming maws of the great beasts, clawing madly the hand of Cilanik. Breathing fire from his godly mouth, he scorched the beast within His right hand, marring him black, the char that a rock gets after It’s been horrendously burned, making the beast within his right Hand, male and charred, black with the power of scorching. Looking to his left hand, he smiled and threw the beast high into The air, making it a female, able to soar for long distances without Mind to Will or other hindrances that may beset her.  So, They were, Xel’sun(male) and Ki’rah(female), the great fire breathing beasts. Seeing this, Penlee became enraged at her partner and denied him What he desired for every Passing, and she went and dove into her Deep seas and took a long and powerful drink of her seas, and as she Spewed it out with godly force from her mouth, it took shape. Following the shape of a serpent, yet with the girth of a hundred men, and the length of five hundred men lying down, toe to hand. Brandishing upon his front a massive head, able to bite entire Mountains whole, and giving it strength in it’s long body to lean It’s massive body out of the water and swallow any it wishes, a Powerful terror of the deepest waters of the dark sea, that shone With the brilliant shine of death, as it slithered with great speed Through the waters only known to those under the sea. And watching from a distance, Ki’on, Fate, saw all that was taking Place between the deceitful gods, and sped off with great haste to The feet of Braum, Holy Creator, and showed him what took place Out of his sight, and beyond his mind, that Fate had aided the two. Furious Braum, Holy Creator, stood up from his magnificent throne And stepped within a great chariot, led by glistening white beasts, That appeared to be horses yet held great and massive wings, with a Sharp dagger as a horn right above their noses, and so they took flight “Those who ate at my royal table, and those who I let lie in my great Chambers, now chose to defile me!  Woe to them, for their Fate is Now sealed, and disrespect will be given to them in full, for betraying Their creator, and for creating great and horrible beasts without my consent! Man, who they so much hate will be their destruction, so it is as I say, and any within my home will erupt with joy, at the passing Of the deceitful immortal gods, as they enter their deathless Deaths.” So the great creator boomed as he flew down to his lands. Cilanik, from the sky, saw Braum, Holy Creator, ride down upon His majestic chariot, and fear struck him.  And so he released his Great beasts into the air to let them go down to the lands of men And upon a wisp of light, Cilanik traveled down to Rinmar. To the Parade of Ictar, and found the once beloved Of Lylirn, now an immortal with mortal desires set within His eyes.  And before the great cruel wizard, Ictar, the deathless Sun god, took form and burned with fiery might above Ictar. The mortal who became immortal by taking in the sparkling Flesh of the great protector, Sera-sún, destroying her after.  And Now the divine god, Cilanik, Lord of Flames, flared up to the sky and Roared down at the wizard who remained silent within the torrent of flames. “Ictar!  Cursed be your name!  Scorn of the  immortals!  An immortal chosen Not by the deathless gods!  Your greed will serve me great punishment! Had you not upset man, my anger would never have turned from Braum, Holy Creator, to create two deadly beasts who fly the skies and breath flame! Had you not turned from Lylirn, and went your own way, I wouldn’t Be here now, here to destroy everything you have wrought!  Had you Only have used your head, a great sea beast wouldn’t have been created And the seas would still remain safe, but no.  No! Your greed for power has destroyed it all now, and I will bring Down the fire of the distant sun and scorch your armies, and burn The fertile lands that will serve your kingdoms well.  Burn!  And Find your place among the black and Ancient Halls!” And silently Ictar, raised his dark eyebrows, hardly moving A muscle on his face, as the fiery winds whipped about his Robes, but never singeing them, as they sparkled with power. Looking up to Cilanik, Lord of Flames, who burned furiously. As he reached up to the sky, and roared, causing the fires about His body to scream.  And from the distant sun, a flare filled The sky, as fire spewed madly about the earth, sending horrific Cries into the Passing’s sky, as the great fires scorched the fertile lands Yet, Ictar, once loved of Lylirn, still stood untouched And still remained pure within his divine scintillating robes, as a wicked Smile of a man gone mad, with the power of an immortal wizard.  As Cilanik, betrayer of Braum, stared down at the wizard, as fear and anger rose In him, hearing dark and cruel words seep from the wizard’s mouth. And about the deathless god, a blazing sheet of ice wracked his form Causing the god to roar in pain, clawing at the ice as it stuck into his Body, before he raised his fury, melting away the ice, and came towards Ictar, pulling out the Wrath of Flames, the great and divine Sword engulfed with flames, that served the great Lord of Flames In battle, and with the blade he brought it down towards Ictar, Who shouted a quick work, and the deathless god’s blade halted. “Damn you child of Lylirn!” spoke Cilanik as he charged and Slammed into Ictar, and in a moment the immortal shot With a jolt and slammed into a wall of the Great Tower, letting Go of his fiery staff, and wiped the blood from the back of his head. “You fool of a god!  Prancing around as if you hold some great Divine right!  I will not be the one to burn, for you have stirred My hottest wrath.  No.  Now it is you, ‘Lord of Flames’ who will Burn!  And burn into your own death!” And now, Ictar, the great immortal with mortal desires, thundered An incantation that sent the walls shaking, and even Cilanik stirred About his feet, looking around to see if Braum had caught up to Him, for the voice coming from Ictar, was that of a greater god. Slowly, Cilanik was lifted into the air, against his own accord, as He thrashed madly about, but the torrent of words from the Incantation bound him.  As he watched Ictar reach up to the skies And call down some black ray, which swerved as if holding death And upon Cilanik, the ray settled, as the roars of the great god Ceased as the blackness settled over him.  And coughing up blood, Ictar slackened, with his immortal arms falling to his side, as the Blackness receded back up into the skies, and behind, left nothing. “No, Cilanik.  You’re fires have burned long enough, and not even Sagrim will be seeing you this moment, for your existence has Been destroyed, and to Bela, you’re kingdom has been given.” he spoke Somberly as he stared out upon the sea of death, where fires had burned. O=============================================================OLalala. Really, had I put these into story form it'd be a lot more detailed and such...but ya. Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 07:16 AM PST   0 • 10