Halkin Estel

In a kingdom hidden from human and demonic eyes, the unique peacefulness of a warm summer night is disrupted by a sudden invasion.

Faervel Halkin, has now been dragged out of her slumber and into the corridors and the alleys of her own homeland; with only one request from her family. To leave, live, and never forget.

Leaving everything behind her, she must find her own path towards her destiny and towards the only solution that will help her save her beloved kingdom.

Because Faervel Halkin will not forget, and will certainly not forgive.

*First, rough draft*


6. Chapter Five ❄ Revelations

                                               Chapter Five ❄ Revelations

       If the challenge exists, so must the solution - Rona Mlnarik

Mirtian had never felt more mortified in her entire life. Sitting in front of her, with looks that could easily kill – both from their fierceness and from their extremely uncanny good looks (she sighed and rubbed her eyes) – sat the grandson of Friedel, - rightful King of Elfrine and father of Lord Civerius -  who she also assumed was the prodigy the fellow on the corridor downstairs was referring to.

And right next to him, sat Headmaster Lacus; who she had come to know as Lord Lacus, brother of Lady Calaerdis and uncle to her only daughter. She silently cursed her outdated history books, and shook her head. She hadn't known he had moved to Elfrine; nor had she known that he'd come to elevate to such a significant position.

She had noticed the change of the winds, and the color of the sky (from light blue, to dark – like it was brooding, or mourning); she knew something was amiss. But for the love of all that was holy, she could not figure out what that was. So she stood on the doorway, and looked at the man who held the letter she delivered with such fierceness, as if it were the last thing on the entire lands of Elfrine, that would either save or damn him...


He sat on his chair.

He brushed his hair away from his forehead.

He left the damning letter on his desk.

He took a breath.

He looked at Akkarin.

Should he know? He shouldn't.

He knew. He figured it out.

It wasn't even that hard.

But he was still looking at him expectantly; as if Lacus held all of the lands answers in his hands.

Lie, lie. He should have lied. A dream, he should have said the memory was a dream. A nightmare. He didn't. He might as well have damned her.

Was there a chance? There was a chance. He'd be mad if he figured it out; if the spell didn't work. And what of the young lady, on his doorstep? The messenger, the mage. Did she know? Did she figure it out? Had she seen her?

How foolish of him; of course she'd seen her. How else had she gotten this letter, these words, this seal.

So many questions. Such little time to figure it all out.

He sighed. He rubbed his eyes.


He froze time.


There was not enough time for him to explain, not enough time to erase the suspiciousness off of Akkarins face. He had requested him with the intention to ask for help, but had not really thought through it. Then again he hadn't expected Akkarin to barge in his office while he was entering his memory lane.

He couldn't erase all of his memories, but perhaps he could alter them, could disguise his own surprised version of the letter, could somehow convince Akkarins mind that Faervel was still lost. 

He would diminish the small flame of hope inside Akkarin, he knew. But then again, Akkarin would do everything in his power to find her, rescue her, help her.

He would train harder, get better. Get better. Another small light of hope, a tendril of light would shine again, maybe not at the exact moment, but perhaps in a small amount of time.

Akkarin would not give up, this Lacus was certain of. He knew their story, knew what she meant, not only for Lacus but for the others as well.

Lacus sat up from his chair, his eyes betraying his guilt. He moved around his desk, and stood in front of a hopeful Akkarin. He knew that when Akkarin figured everything out; when he figured that his mind had been tricked and that Lacus had told him only the partial truth; he would be ultimately and royally annoyed. Lacus didn't even want to think about the everlasting grudge that would be held against him.

So he touched his hand to Akkarins forehead. And he thought of an alternative truth, of something believable and fixable. He tapped his finger once and fogged Akkarins last memory. The young lady would no longer be a messenger, but a student in Akkarins mind. There would be no letter; he would not know just yet of Faervel's arrival. Corhen had been attacked, and Lacus could not change that fact- would not change that memory from Akkarins mind- he needed to know.

"Virya enyalië".

Akkarin's eyelids closed.

Lacus moved back to his desk, and sat on his chair, as if he had never left.


Mirtian could sense that something had altered, yet nothing in the room had actually changed. Lacus was still sitting in his chair as he had done the entire time after receiving the letter she had been carrying. Akkarin was still looking at her, but his posture was now changed; as if something was bothering him, as if he had forgotten something very important.

Akkarin looked once at her, and then returned his gaze to his Headmaster. His hands clenched once, and then relaxed. "If you will excuse me, Lord Lacus, I would like to absorb the information that I have just been exposed to."

Lacus sighed and nodded once, his gaze never faltering once from hers. She trembled under his gaze and looked at Akkarin who by now had already reached the doorframe, and was making his way out of the Headmasters' office.

"Dear," sighed Lacus and opted to get her attention. "Please, take a sit. You and I have important matters to discuss."


Mirtian looked at the plush chair Akkarin was seated upon only a few minutes ago, and half-heartedly approached it. She had nearly sat on it, when she felt the intensity of Lacus's stare on her face, which made her unwillingly raise her head and look into his eyes.

He raised an eyebrow and scratched his chin thoughtfully, as if what he had seen in her emerald eyes had slightly troubled him. "You are not a student from here, are you miss?"

"Mirtian," she said, her heart skipping a beat. "My name is Mirtian. Headmaster. Uh. Sir. And I'm afraid you are correct."

Lacus smiled, and rested his back on his chair. "I thought so... Had you been a student from the academy, you ought to have known to knock before entering, dear", he sighed. "Manners are one of the most useful subjects both in our academy and to the rest of the kingdoms"

"Yet that man still harassed his classmate" she muttered and slightly touched her sore knuckles.

"Ah... I see" he chuckled, "Was it Gavin again? That child never liked being in second place. And though I would hate to admit it, I'm rather impressed! Striking an elite of this academy... I'm rather surprised that you stand here in front of me. And alive..", he muttered.

Mirtian coughed, her face slightly warming from the praise of the headmaster. "I'm afraid he was not able to see me, headmaster. For if he had, I'm certain that I would not be standing here."

"Please refrain from calling me headmaster, dear. I am not such an important person, and it sounds as if I am rather old." he sighed. "Tell me child, how did you pass undetected? And most importantly, how did you get your hands on this letter?"

Ah yes, she thought. The long awaited question.

Mirtian coughed and awkwardly passed her fingers through her fiery hair. "Well sir-Lord. It's a rather odd story. You see.. a few days ago a well-known individual visited my father's Inn."

Lacus scratched his head and looked at the envelope lying on his desk. "Would that Inn happen to be the White Lotus, dear?"

When silence engulfed the room, and Lacus realised that Mirtian had yet to reply, he opened the envelope and took out the paper with the scrawled words. "No wonder she trusted you then." He held the paper loosely in between his fingers, and before Mirtian could see the curves of the words written in it, it had already been burnt. "Usta-hyalin"

"You see child, your father was a well-known man. And thus many people visited your Inn. Some more important than others."

His eyes trailed the hawk emblem on the broken seal.

"Your pointy ears must have convinced her as well," he mumbled. "She does not trust people easily, does she?"

She shook her head slightly and half-heartedly smiled. "She interrogated me whilst I brought her lunch. She was satisfied once she figured that I was born and raised in Corhen."

"Good. Please tell her I shall be in contact with her soon. I'd rather not risk you getting caught with a letter from me to her. Which reminds me..." he said and finally looked into her eyes. "How did you get here?"

                                                                                         - o -

It was rather unsatisfying to just sit in the great halls of the academy, and wait for Mirtian to return. In all honesty, it had taken Helena all of her willpower to not follow Mirtian straight away; but she knew that once she passed the dormitories and found her way to the staircase leading to the headmaster's office, she would be stopped and her adventure would be put to an end before it had even started.

It wasn't uncommon for Mirtian to be involved in such a task, nor was it uncommon for her to be able to master spells even a senior couldn't cast. When they were younger, Helena was taken under the wing of Mirtians' father, and was therefore trained just as hard as her friend.

But she never had the talent. She didn't have that magnificent spark Mirtian had when she was learning all these new glyphs and characters and moves. Her hands didn't follow the same flawless movement. They were more raw, more coarse.

Because while Helena had the brains and the power, she also had the clumsiness of a human, and the uneasiness of a young child. She would not complain however; for the harsh training and critic she endured all those years, helped her reach the gates of Nethel.

Her only regret was leaving Mirtian behind. All things considered, she was the main reason she was able to walk through these magnificent gates.

For when the time came for Helena to be tested, her opponent was none other than Mirtian. And Mirtian would not let her friends training and exhaustion go to waste.

And while Helena warned Mirtian that she would loathe her if she did not use her full power; Mirtian had simply shrugged.

Thus, they fought. And Mirtian was as magnificent as Helena had remembered her to be. For she used spells that Helena wasn't aware of. Spells, that would erupt and vanish in an instant, in brilliant never before seen colors and shapes.

Spells that could not harm Helena. For they were only a show. And once Helena thought she saw a shield of light camouflage the other girl, she struck. With a brilliant light consumed from the rays of the sun, she created a small knife and threw it without hesitation to her friend.

Mirtian had simply smiled at her friend, and just as fast had dropped the shield and allowed the knife to penetrate her soft skin. And thus, Helena was crowned the victor and Mirtian had followed the way home, after being treated in the small infirmary close to the arena.

Now that she thought about it, it was no wonder that her friend had not summoned her earlier. For who would want to see the face of the person that deprived you of your wildest dream.


"Ah, yes. I remember now!" exclaimed Lacus as Mirtian finished narrating her failed attempt to join the academy. "It all makes sense now. You see, we were all very impressed by your techniques, and if I may say so, quite disappointed that you were defeated by such an absent-minded girl."

"Helena is not absent-minded, sir. She's just... human" shrugged Mirtian. "She is however, very hard working. And that's why I could not let her fail her test, you see."

Lacus smiled at the young girl in front of him, and stood up. "I suppose she was the one that guided you past our guards and wards then?"

Mirtian smiled innocently and nodded. She was feeling more comfortable now, as she had spent the last couple of hours conversing with the Headmaster. Knowing that he too came from Corhen brought her a soothing feeling, and by the looks of it, he looked calmer than when he had initially read the damning letter.

"The problem is, dear, that since you entered the academy, you have been seen and registered by a couple of people; even if you are not aware of it. Lord Akkarin himself, expects you to be a student here, and not a mere passerby."

Lacus sighed and looked at the ceiling; his hands going through his raven hair in a calming fashion. "Therefore, it is with great sadness, that I must ask you to leave and not return to the premises of this academy"

Mirtian smiled sadly and rose from the chair she was seated upon. "Thank you for listening to me, sir. I shall deliver your response to the Lady". She bowed her head politely and made her way to the firmly closed oak doors.

"Unless..." mouthed Lacus, and Mirtians eyes lit up. "Unless you are willing to act as a guardian to a certain individual. And as such, if the said individual agrees to the letter I have provided you with; to be a certified student of the Academy."

Mirtian smiled brightly at the young headmaster and bowed. "It would be my honour."

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