Y Kin Mar Ictar(A Tale Of Ictar) -Surv challenge 3

O=============================================================O Ramblings of a Wizard Y Kin Mar Ictar -A Tale Of Ictar- O=============================================================O I continue to sit here as images of the past Pass through my eternal mind, added by new Ones I had never seen, but only hear echoed Wordlessly through these Ancient Halls. It was here where the tale reached my mind. It was a tale of Ictar, before I had met him, and Before we partook of the Sera-sún’s sparkling Flesh, forever becoming immortals. As I listened to the tale, sorrow akin to gaining A love only to have them float away from you as Embers caught up within a hot wind. And now I will relate to you what I saw of this tale of Ictar. It was within the now covered ruins of Menshó Where Ictar, beloved of Lylirn, took up his Residence. A great wizard that dazzled And protected the humble people within. For twenty years he stayed, surviving six Raids by the men of the frigid northern plains, And held fast within the War of Dan’lo, Aiding the mortal men against the mighty beasts. Lylirn, Magic itself, always standing next to him, Invisible to all mortal and immortal alike. Though Pain burrowed into the mortal soul of Ictar, and Hearing the inward cries of his beloved, Lylirn acted. To Macy, Womb of Magic, did he speak of her A favor in his enchanting voice, “Do not refuse Me Macy, Mother Magic, when I ask this favor Of you– for Ictar grows cold within.” And here Lylirn, Lord of Magic, asked Macy To bring a warm loving body of flesh to Ictar. To warm his cooling blood, turning slowly To ice within his aching mortal veins. Unable to refuse him, Macy found Eama, a Woman within Menshó, a prize of her great And powerful father, and purer than her sister, And poured upon her a sight and desire for Ictar. For a year Eama bedded beside the great Wizard. His love for her flourished beyond All thought, and to him she meant more than Life itself. Warming his icy blood with love. So the plan of Lylirn, Lord of the Spell, warmed His blood more than he had planned, but did not Complain about his beloved’s happiness. Yet, amid His love for Ictar, a priest seethed within the city. Kash, Holy Priest of Cilanik, brooded night and Day over the loss of his love, Eama. For Macy, Womb of Magic, enchanted her eyes and mind Leaving his blood burning within it’s frigid flow. “Cilanik! Father Fire! Hear the cries of your holy Priest! Avenge me this loss! For Macy, Womb Of Magic, beguiled my love, and gave her to Ictar, that damned child of Lylirn! Avenge me Father Fire! Bring the fiery death of Eama and her new found love, Ictar!” He cried In complete supplication, tears streaming down as He crumpled, like a mother who has lost her child. And upon his fiery throne, within the planes where Crimson infernos rage for all eternity, Cilanik, Father Fire, heard the pleas of his priest, and rose To look down upon the city of Menshó. “Kash! My faithful priest! How could I have let Macy, Womb of Magic, bring such distress and Torment to my faithful. What words did Lylirn, That bastard god bring to her ear, to deceive! I will avenge you Kash, my Servant of Fire, As all the furies of my plane will find their Place within your tainted City of Menshó, the Taint of Lylirn’s child!” Spoke Cilanik, Father Fire. And so the great fiery planes open up their gates, And hailed down fire, leaving the air screaming In it’s wake. Yet, Ictar, beloved of Lylirn, collected Roots near a brook, while Eama rested sick in bed. It was near the peaceful brook, where Ictar Saw the fires streak across the midday skies, Scorching the air as they fell towards his Peaceful village, his love resting within. Terror struck him and spoke a quick word, And was lifted into the air and began to Fly with the speed of a hawk towards Menshó, As the furies of Cilanik began to pelt it with fire. A burning haze coated his eyes, as pain he Had never felt coursed crying through him, and Seeing this Lylirn, Lord of the Spell, wept Sending into Ictar power to prevail. And as the deathless god’s power coursed Through him, Ictar uttered an incantation And faded from view, reappearing next to Eama’s bed, as it laid there, empty. Panic swept over him, as he spun madly About, seeking his love, while the crimson Fires began to smolder through the roof and Hard walls, blood filled tears within his eyes. “Eama! My love and beloved! Oh, curse the Great god of the flames, Cilanik be damned!” The fires continued to fall, as buildings crushed. Yet, Ictar paid no attention to his impending death. And as he ran through the streets, Ula, sister to Eama, crouched along a stone wall, seeking shelter From the pouring fires. Lifting her up, he recited A few words and a shining globe engulfed them. Fire’s now hit only to slide of the globe’s outer Surface, and with Ula in his arms, Ictar continued Down the street, until he saw the Temple of Cilanik, engulfed in pure flames from the planes. From the streets Ictar stared into the temple, Where the doors had once been, now burned To drifting ash. And it was here, where he saw Eama, within the arms of Kash, both burning. Ictar stared at the flames licked about their Bodies, sending the last scent of her into the hot Winds, leaving bloodied tears streaking down his Cheeks. Ula, unable to see through the flames. Unaware of time, he stared, as his life burned within The arms of another man, and caught up Within the moment, his globe began to flicker, As Ula cried for him to move and find shelter. Immediately he held up a ring to his lips and Spoke into it, and the world shifted and screeched As they teleported to a mountain top a mile away, Able to see the full destruction of Menshó. Yet, as they rested atop the hill, Ictar was Unable to move his gaze, as his eyes still held Within their blood the burning image of his Love, charring within the arms of another man. His eyes burned, as his blood at that moment Froze, turning to ice within his mortal veins. And so he stood, still and somber, Ula stared Out onto the destruction of her city, weeping. Ictar, had lost the meaning for his life, but Within his eyes, a fire burned, a pure hate for The great gods, for performing such a torment Upon him, and cursed Cilanik, Father Fire. And so that is one of the many tales of Ictar, Before he partook of the sparkling flesh, and It was upon this day that Ictar betrayed his Love for all the gods, and all men. Mortal and immortal alike. Leading to the Day he shared with I the flesh of the Sera-sún Where we gained his immortality, and he Forever becoming the hate of the deathless gods. O=============================================================OOk, I think I passed the 20 line req. :P T'was a great picture of Raistlin...he's up there with the greats...well, 'tis far behind Elminster/Simonic...but hey, everyone can try ;) Sorry for takin so long to submit...been doin school stuff all day...but thought I'd post it ;) heh. So, here it is ;) It's a carry on tale from my series...kinda...heh. If you read the entire thing, hope ya enjoyed...'twas my first time making a story from a picture...I felt a lil constricted :P heh...but was fun nonetheless ;) Written April 2nd, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 04:23 PM PST   0 • 10