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Fear Illisionists - Monastery of Silence

from The Book of Elements by Kortofertos

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106 Fear Illusionists - Monastery of Silence
Wandering the mountain peaks sooner or later druid must have been reached his next important goal - monastery
of silence. They say their monks are capable of much without applying efforts and also could know some answers to
questions that have tormented him for a long time, and the last thing is to heal spiritual wounds. The hip physically
healed already and gave the opportunity to move, but it was a magical wound and so a magic was needed to
recover it.
The second day on iron rations and extremely icy water from mountain rivers didn’t grow his enthusiasm. The day
before a fog showed up. More important here was not to fall from the slopes, but to find a monastery here with
such a weather.
By the daylight and by the night - always the same - it was heavily clouded. Sometimes one can’t notice the sunset
and goes to sleep before the night. One thing was good - the basilisk wouldn’t be searching him here, and there
was no way to break through the mountain rock.
Next day brought good news - the monastery was found, so there weren’t rumors after all. Some wooden towers
sighted a few ridges ahead. Not only them but also banners with bright colors showed up with blue or dark azure
tones. It was difficult to determine from such a distance.
It took the whole day to move closer to the entrance of the monastery and yet only by the evening or the early night?
An old monk met him, clothed in golden robe, instantly identified his wounds but didn’t say a word, showed his
chambers and gave time till morning. Leaving all of the talking for tomorrow.
It was difficult to discern the building, the main feel about it - huge and white stoned with dark brown towers and
deep-blue banners in golden edging. A snake was inscribed there, bended in an equilateral triangle, and there was a
ruby in its jaws.
In the morning druid woke up slowly and carefully each day the same from the time of his injury, but today he didn’t
feel any pain. After examining the bite, he found no sign of it physically and under a magic sight. It was strange but
nice. The night was peaceful and no one came to visit.
Also there was a plenty of time to consider the interior. It was basically made out of wood, the mountains full of good
lumber and stone. Stained glass was all over the place, shimmering with its blurry colors, but clear enough.
After light breakfast he was invited to a great hall. It was a place for meditation and had a cloister by the perimeter of
the hall at the second floor and a massive stained glass dome on pendentives. At the bottom there was a square
lowering in few steps and there laid mats for meditation, which looked like being here for a long time.
On the opposite side of the hall three old men were sitting at the low table, bent in legs, all in identical robes. That one,
who was in the middle, seemed to be the abbot, the other two looked younger, but definitely age was not on their side.
All of them had a wide variety of vegetation on their faces, except the bald abbot who had only long beard.
The talk was about history, gods and new races. Several interesting facts did really clear the situation for him, but not
completely. As it turned out, all of the intelligent races at some point had forsaken the gods which led to a series of
problems. Then there appeared various types of monsters and beasts, those, who are mentioned to scare little children
as they don’t want to go to bed. But now the tales went real. A peculiar type of revenge though.
Ael and his brother Leevokai - gods of creation. They do not have control over the living, but can create. The first poses
the power of the material plane, other creates living. Their statues were all over the place - two titans with unspeakable
beauty, holding each other by the shoulder at the arm’s length.
When the druid foretold them about the Mother Earth’s plans, they suddenly froze, pretending being statues. Right after
that he felt a movement behind the columns, turned around - and there was nothing. The old ones stood silent as they
were a moment ago. No more daylight entered the hall.
A slippery shadow went right behind him, and no matter how much you will turn around, it was only him alone here.
Than the shadows began to split and seize the place with its darkness. The morning turned into night in a blink of an eye.
Once again waving back the shadows, he managed to hit something, but when he realized what he had hit, he tempered
his swings and stunned. It was the abbot, cut in half. The next thing he saw was two other monks attacking him,
crushing the wooden floor directly under him. Druid made a lunge ahead and made it to the center of the hall. Than a
massive onslaught of dark matter came upon him - some had only faces, others only paws, some just crept.
A magic burst has put an end to this madness. The hall was absolutely empty, not single clue of what happened a minute
ago and no sign of monks either. Streams of dust flew through the golden sunlight. It was too quiet and calm, it choked,
destroyed, washing away time and space. It seemed like everything was changing, moving.
The man left the hall and entered a long corridor, that hadn’t been here before. It had too many doors, locked doors.
Somewhere from above a warm light made its way down here, still all in dust. Wherever you look - everything stretched,
dragged upwards, changed color and texture, and if you stare for too long at something, you start feeling as if you were
watched, and its gaze gaining on you closer and closer.
Need to move and fast! The end of the corridor is far ahead and it won’t reach. Having tried a lot of doors he stood still in
surprise - the corridor banished! Now he was at the perfect garden, where all manner of palm trees were studded with
impassible fern. A panther passed nearby, slightly bowing its head in greetings, and the crows had their tee party at its peak.
The snakes were swinging on vines, and a stripped whale flew in a few yards overhead, as it was a cloud. The pain in the
hip awakened again, but it couldn’t be…
Every animal offered something of their own - tea, to hunt or to swing on lianas. Maybe to fly a bit? They did it very
persistently and impertinently, pressing him completely. Druid rushed away as far as he could, but constantly found himself
surrounded by them. It lasted until he slipped and fell.
After rising, he found himself now back at the great hall of meditation, but it looked different now - other interior,
columns, wall colors…
Again the light began to turn out, and the human realized what yet to come next, preparing to battle. The whispers of
summoning were heard from everywhere. The floor cracked, the walls trembled - a bright flash appeared with a thundering
sound. Right from beneath a high vortex materialized, breaking the dome and losing its sight in the skies. The hall filled up
with some acid smoke that hurt the eyes. That vortex unleashed a mass of beings - alive and dead, known and fairy, material
and ethereal. They attacked from all directions, seizing more ground, what made the defenses harder.
Wound, one after another, made the druid understand that he would soon be exhausted, but still carried on as far as he
could, throwing magic rests, but all his attempts were useless. By the cause of this he desperately cornered himself and
slowly was falling into oblivion.
Monsters and souls merged into more grotesque shapes: the wall began to bite and the wooden floor changed to a
quicksand. Nerves almost completely failed him and he was ready to surrender to the mercy of … whom? Souls? Monsters?
And how did they get here anyway? It’s only a monastery… of illusion!
With new influx of forces druid came up with an unbeatable courage. Nothing can bite him except his own fear. And that
fear that possessed his mind was leaving very fast, once and for all. And the next moment everything was gone - the walls,
the floor and no more vortex. The sunlight bathed the hall with its warm.
He had awakened at his chambers, early in the morning as nothing had happened. An old man hang beside him, taking care
of him, and the abbot sat quietly, slightly nodding in approval. The magical bite mark has gone for true.

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from The Book of Elements, released October 15, 2015

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