A brief history of the Galnarians and the Cayheri.




inspiration only for High Priest of Qalmini

     220 years ago, in the year 740, King Theodwin Elacerin, great grandfather to Khilseith (my villain), ruled Galna Alari. He was dying from a deadly poison that no one could cure and had only one child, a daughter. He and most of Galna Alari would not accept a woman on the throne at that time and Khilseith was still a child. So, King Theodwin appointed the son of his best friend and advisor to be his successor. As soon as he died, all the magic and power granted to the royal family from their goddess Galrena transferred to Othorion and his line. Once Othorion was on the throne and discussed things with the Elder Council, they decided, without proof, that the Cayheri who lived in Galna Alari at the time, had to be blamed for King Theodwin’s death as they were the only ones that they knew of that used poisons on a regular basis. They then exiled the entire clan.

     The Cayheri High Priest was on the Elder Council to represent them so when they were exiled, he was automatically made their king. Linvanu Khezriel, Khilseith’s best friend, along with a number of other Cayheri were very upset and angry at the High Priest for not standing up to the Galnarians and their accusations.

    The Cayheri made their new home in the deep underground caverns that are settled in the southeast corner of The Shadowed Highlands. High Priest Tebrak was lead to the caverns by the goddess Qalmini who rules over secrecy, darkness, shadows, and snakes. She promised them special abilities if they lived in her cavern city of Mathvenaes, revered all snakes, and worshiped her. Tebrak agreed and led his people into Mathvenaes.

   When Linvanu turned 100 years old (adult age for elves), he challenged Tebrak to a duel to the death. Linvanu, who was a skilled swordsman by this time, killed Tebrak swiftly and became the Cayehri’s king where he has reigned for the last 200 years. He is very loyal to Qalmini,and is a strong but more or less benevolent ruler to those that follow his laws and remain loyal to their goddess.

    Back in Galna Alari, King Othorion’s family have continued to rule. In the Summer of 885,Queen Miara, Othorion’s granddaughter was brutally murdered and just like her grandfather, her murderer was never caught. Her daughter Talia refused to take her place as queen, her daughter Liliana was still a child so she was not able to rule yet, the Sacred Owl Throne of Galrena disappeared, and Liliana’s betrothed Dmitirie Pettoris was orphaned when his parents were attacked and killed the same night as Miara. The elder council, fearing for Liliana and Dmitrie’s lives, had Talia take them through the portal to the human world and raise them until the time came for Liliana to take her place as rightful queen.

©A Royal’s Undoing Cyn A Snow 2017

Before the Ball

Lily is sitting at her vanity, putting the finishing touches on her makeup when she hears a soft knock on the door and then Amyra talking to someone. After a moment, her great-grandmother walks in the room and smiles.

“You are so beautiful Liliana.  I am so glad I could be here to see your first ball and am able to personally give you this,” Talinia opens the box she has, showing Lily an exquisite and intricately designed hair comb. It was pure silver with dark brown owl feathers that come up over the top of the comb, a tiny crown made of oak surrounded by a couple of small oval moonstone crystals, and the tines have elven runes etched into them.

Lily gasps as she turns and reaches for the box.

“It’s gorgeous great-grandmother!”

Talinia takes the comb out of the box and motions for Lily to turn back around.

“No touching. Let me put this in your hair and then get going to the ball. The sooner we get you there, the sooner it will be over and then you and Taanyth can be public with your relationship.”

She smiles and nestles the comb in Lily’s halo braid so that the feathers laid against her hair, the dark brown of the owl feathers a beautiful contrast against the blonde.  She holds the hand mirror up so that Lily can see how it looks.

‘Thank you so much for this Great-Grandmother!’ Lily stands up and hugs Talinia.

“You are most welcome, my Starflower. It has been passed down to every female of our generation and since you and your mother are…..” she pauses for a moment with a slight frown, “well, on the outs at the moment, she asked me to give this to you for your special night as your father has suggested she not come to the ball so as to make things less stressful for you.” She hugs Lily tightly, a lone tear falling down her face.  She clears her throat and backs up and looks Lily over.

“Amyra. Bring Queen Liliana her cloak please. We must get going.”

Lily smiles at her grandmother, reaches up and gently wipes the tear away.

“No tears, Great Mother. This is supposed to be a happy occasion remember?” Lily rolls her eyes then laughs. “Let us go then, shall we?”

The guards open the doors and Dmitrie and Khilseith stand waiting to escort them. The two men are like night and day in their finery. Dmitrie is dressed like a forest god, dark green coat with a gold leaf design,a white shirt with billowy sleeves beneath, dark brown pants, and soft brown boots upon his feet. Khilseith in contrast is dressed in stone blue and light sapphire archmage robes. Archaic elven runes look like they were magickally sewn into the fabric as they give off a soft glow and an oval moonstone sits at the base of his throat hanging on a silver chain. Intricately designed, deep azure blue boots adorn his feet. The sides of his long silvery white hair is partially pulled back off of his face, clasped with a silver hair clip.

Lily raises an eyebrow at the two men.

“Where is Father? I thought he was supposed to bring me?”

Khilseith steps forward, offering his arm.

“Your father will be late and asked me to escort you instead. He is trying to …”he pauses a moment, his face thoughtful, “calm your mother. I am sure Great Mother has explained that he suggested it would be best if she stayed home this evening and let you have your night in peace since things are volatile between you at the moment.”

Lily nods and takes Khilseith’s extended arm as she shrugs at Dmitrie and Talinia.

“I know this is a bit off of tradition, but that is how my queen wishes most things, and since your father could not be here, he and I felt I was the best suited to escort you. I am an elder, I can protect you quite well, and you trust me completely.”

Lily looks up at Khilseith, her eyes shining and she nods.

“I do indeed. Shall we go then? I need to get this over with before I change my mind.”

“As my queen commands.”

Khilseith leads them through the Sanctuary to the main ballroom and stops right in front of the doors to let Lily prepare herself.

“Are you ready Lily?” He whispers.

She takes a deep breath and nods. Khilseith nods at the guards and they open the doors.



Writing Prompts and Death scenes

Ahh my muse is going again after the miserable sinus issues I had! Today’s scene for my WIP ‘A Royal’s Undoing’ incorporated the prompts from Liza Kane’s #28stories28days challenge I’ve been doing but I will not be sharing them publicly as it is a very important turning point for the book and I don’t want to give that away. I can tell you that some people will probably  be a tad mad at me for finally showing the villain’s true side but I am hoping they will still like me regardless! It’s not like they didn’t know it was coming, just probably NOT in the way I’ve done it.

Death scenes are not always easy for people. I know one scene I wrote wasn’t an actual death scene but the announcement of a death and that was one of the hardest scenes I’ve ever written in my life but the scene I wrote tonight didn’t bother me a bit. I think what causes the different reactions is how we as writers feel about our characters. Writing a scene telling my MC (main character) that her best friend for her entire life was found dead was heart wrenching and emotional because I adore her best friend and telling ANYONE that their best friend is dead is never easy.

The scene from today however was where I got to flex my villain muscles and killed people I am not attached to.  The scene informing my MC is probably not going to be easy, but it may not be as emotional for me because of the character that is relaying the message.

So, my fellow writers, how do you handle death scenes? Does it bother you to kill off your characters? Do you relish killing off certain ones?  Let me know down in the comments or hit me up on Facebook or even Twitter! You’ll find those links —> over on the right side of this post!

Picture used for inspiration only!

Week 2, Day 5 – Brave New World

Today’s Prompt is: “You have an enchanted backpack that gives you exactly what you need for that day. Today, you pull out a sword.”

Lily is up before sunrise and tries to be as quiet as a mouse as she gets dressed, throws her hair up in a bun, and stands looking at a bag she was handed the night before. The bag looks simple and does not look like it is holding weapons of any kind, but she was told to look at the bag, think about what she needs or wants to train with, and then reach in the bag. So she takes a breath, thinks about what she wants, and reaches into the bag. She moves her hand around a bit, feeling the soft cloth that makes up the interior, then her fingertips brush something cool and round. She grabs hold of it and pulls out a basic rapier.  She stares at it for a moment, surprised that this was what she got, but, she had just thought about needing a proper weapon to train with when she meets with Captain Torthana. Out of curiosity, she thinks again, reaches into the bag, and pulls out a scabbard for the rapier. Smiling, she puts the rapier in the scabbard, attaches the belt to her waist, and then sneaks out of her chambers without alerting Amyra.

She waves at the guards as she walks out her door, goes and finds two guards that can escort her to the training area, and once they join her, they head over to meet with Captain Torthana.

The training area is  an open field, with training dummies forming a large circle.  Captain Torthana is in the center practicing. Lily stands and watches Torthana for a moment. Lily has seen most women swoon over Kelvhan Torthana.  He looks to stand around six feet tall, has broad shoulders, deep chocolate brown hair, and his eyes are a weathered burnished amber. The sides of his hair are kept in braids that are pulled back into a half ponytail while the rest of his hair flows to his shoulder in waves. Lily thinks to herself <He’s handsome I suppose, but I prefer my men intelligent more than handsome.>  She does a little half shrug, shakes her head, and calls out to the captain.

“Captain Torthana!”

He turns, swirling his sword, and sheathing it with a flourish, bowing to Lily as he faces her.

“My Queen.  Welcome to your first day of training.”

His eyes flick to the band around her waist and the weapon attached to it.

“I see you got a proper weapon from the bag. I told you you’d get what you needed.”

He waves his hand, inviting her to join him in the circle.

“Shall we begin?”

#CharacterDeepDive – Lily’s Worst Fear




Lily was in the council room looking over some papers when she heard the door open. She turned to see who it was and raised an eyebrow when she saw it was her father, mother, and the 3 of the other elders.

“Uhhh… is everything okay? What’s with the group entrance?”

Her father came to her and gathered her up out of her chair, holding her tight to him. Her mother walked over and stood close by, looking haggard and like she  had been crying. Lily looks up at her parents, her eyes widening in fear, and peered over her father’s shoulder searching for her great-grandmother.

“Is it great mother? Has something happened to her!?”

“No, Great Mother is as fine as she can be right now. My Starflower…my sweet daughter,” her father begins, his voice catching as he tries to break the news. “I am so sorry but…” he chokes, tears running down his face, “Dmi….Dmitrie has been found…..he’s been found dead.” The last word is whispered as if saying it quietly would make it not true.

Lily shoves her father off of her and stares at him. “What!? NO….nononononono..” She starts pacing in a circle, kicks her chair, and using her arms  shoves all the papers that had been on her desk off of it, a feral scream emitting from her throat. She takes her chair and throws it across the room, just barely missing the guard standing near the doors. Her father and mother both grab hold of her and hold her tight to them. Lily fights them, screaming and wailing at the loss of her best friend. She beats on her father’s chest, shouting a stream of no, until she tires herself out. Once she has quieted down to just whimpers, her father and mother carefully bring her to the floor, both holding her close, trying to comfort her as best as they can.

“How?” She whispers.

“One of my rangers found him near the border of Galna Alari and the road leading to Twilight Province.” Elder Pavaris states, his voice barely a whisper. “I am so sorry, my Queen. I don’t even understand why he would have been there.”

She takes a couple of deep breaths and looks up at the elders who, after she had been subdued, had moved closer to them in the case they were needed.

“Lord Pavaris….Lord Anafiel.”

“My Queen,” they said in unison.

“I want you to do whatever it takes and hunt down the creature that did this. And I mean whatever it takes.  You WILL bring this ….whoever/whatever it is…to me once you find them.” She gently pushes her parents away and wobbles a bit as she stands and looks at the people she trusts most in front of her.

“This will NOT go unpunished. This will NOT be like when my grandmother died. It will NOT go unsolved. We WILL turn this city upside down to find out what happened. Dmitrie…” her voice cracks as she says his name and then shakes her head and does her best to settle herself. <She is Queen after all> she thinks to herself.

Out loud she whispers, “Dmitrie did not deserve whatever was done to him. Please handle him like you would handle me and bring him to the Sacred Throne once you ….” she starts to cry again, her voice breaking as she thinks about what they will be doing over the next few days. She swallows and tries again. “Once you are done …preparing him.”

The elders all nod solemnly. “Who is attending to Lord Pettoris and his family?”

“That is why Great-Mother is not here, my Queen.” This from Khilseith, who until now had been very quiet.

Lily nods, sniffling and doing her best to try and get herself back under control. “I need you all to do what you can to find this miscreant.  Including you Lord Olastra.  I need you to help Kyrenic through this and utilize all the magic you have to deal with this situation.”

Khilseith nods. “As you wish, my Queen.”

Lily turns to everyone. “Now everyone but my parents, leave and do as I asked. And,” she pauses. her eyes a swirling mass of dark green and goldenrod, whispers, ” thank you.”


#CharacterDeepDive Part II — Main Character Liliana Mordov


Prompt #1

Lily and Dmitrie stood behind the doors waiting to be announced. Lily’s left arm, settled lightly on top of his right, trembled making the lace from her sleeve cause slight goose bumps to appear on his alabaster skin. He patted her hand and smiled at her.

“It will be okay your Majesty,” He whispered.

She turned slightly to look at him and gave him a weak smile in return. She felt like her whole body was one big tangled knot. It had been officially announced the day before that she, the Queen, had returned and a great ball was immediately planned for the next night. So here she stood with her best friend and personal assistant, about to walk into a room with all of the high society families of Galna Alari. Some of these people she hadn’t seen since she was a youngling, others she had never met.

They heard the music start in the next room and the guards started to open doors. Lily swallowed hard. It was loud enough that Dmitrie looked at her sideways and the guard standing there raised an eyebrow. She plastered a smile on her face and nodded.

As they entered the ballroom, other than the music playing, it was completely quiet. Lily looked around at everyone, smiling as she made one foot go in front of the other, her heart racing all the while. At the first smile from her, the entire place erupted into cheers. Dmitrie led her down the aisle through the throngs of aristocrats, smiling at everyone, and doing his best to keep Lily steady. Once through all the well-dressed elves, he helped her up to the dais where Great-Mother Talinia, Lady Talia, and Elder Theren Mordov stood waiting for her. Dmitrie took his place next to her. The room fell silent once more and Elder Mordov stepped forward. Using a bit of magic, his voice propelled across the room so that even those on the other side could hear him.

“Ladies and gentle-elves, I want to introduce you to your Queen, Her Majesty Queen Liliana Mordov.” The room erupts once more into cheers. He lets it go on for a moment or two then waves his hand for silence and steps back and motions for Lily to say something.

She swallows hard again and steps forward. Cold sweat drips down her back and she flexed her fingers, doing her best to not wipe her clammy hands on her stunning forest green gown. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson and her hazel eyes appeared damp and overly bright. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then spoke to the waiting crowd. Thankfully her father had left the magic going for as quiet as she spoke, only Dmitrie would have heard her next words.

“Um…hi. I ….umm,” she fidgets with the ring her mother had given her when she had arrived a few days before. She takes another deep breath. “Thank…umm..thank you for such a be….beautiful welcome. I….I uhhh…”She clears her throat. “I’ll try to do my best as your queen. Thank you. Enjoy the ball.”

She steps back and does her best to smile at the stunned faces in front of her.

Elder Mordov steps back up and gives everyone a big smile.

“You will have to forgive our queen. This is still an adjustment but I assure you, she will adapt and she will lead us back to the greatness and close knit city we once were!”

The elves erupt into cheers and shouts of encouragement and love to Lily were heard here and there. Theren turns to his daughter and bows. He turns around, flicks his hand and the music starts up once more. “Now everyone enjoy the ball and make this a ball we will never forget!”

CDD #5 Khilseith’s Apprentice


inspiration for Khil's apprentice
Inspiration for Kyrenic 

Khilseith was sitting in his mage tower pouring over some of the ancient texts, looking for more information about the Great Owl Throne.  His work area has shelves full of books, potions, empty vials, and rows of scrolls full of magick spells.

A soft knock on his door makes him slam the book closed and bark, “Who disturbs me?”

The door pushes open slowly and the dirty blonde head of his wife’s nephew appears.

“I am so sorry Uncle Khilseith but you said you wanted me to stop by today when I was done with my schooling.” The young boy comes in fully, his head bowed as he answers the older mage.

“Kyrenic! My boy! Yes yes. Come come. Forgive me, time got away from me while I was studying these texts.” He waves Kyrenic in farther and puts his arm around his shoulder.

Kyrenic looks up at his uncle, his deep emerald eyes sparkling in admiration. He had been living with Khilseith and Glynni since he was a youngling when his parents were killed during a battle with the dark elves. Khilseith wasn’t too keen with him at first, but once he realized that Kyrenic had magick ability, his whole attitude changed. Now Kyrenic was allowed to come to Khilseith’s tower, he was able to read through some of the old texts with Khilseith keeping an eye on him of course, and he was even allowed to practice his spells on Khilseith’s servant.

“What are we going to do today Uncle?”

By his tone, Khilseith could tell the boy was excited. He turned and looked down on his nephew. The youngling would be perfect for his future plans. He was very intelligent and was becoming a great mage, even at his young age.

“Well Kyrenic. I wanted to ask you if you would like to become my assistant full time. You have…”

“Really Uncle! Are you serious?” Kyrenic’s eyes widen and shine a bright harlequin green at the prospect of being assistant to, as far as he was concerned, the strongest mage in Galna Alari. His hands fly up to his mouth as his lips form a surprised O as he realizes he interrupted Khilseith. “I…I am so sorry Uncle. Please forgive my enthusiasm. I am just so honored!” He bows his head to Khilseith.

Khilseith takes a deep breath, his right index fingernail scratching the side of his right thumb, to remind himself to not lose his temper, not in front of the one person whose trust he was gaining rapidly.

Using one fingernail, he lifts Kyrenic’s chin so that he’s looking right at him. His blue eyes swirl like an ice storm, just for an instant, then in a blink, they are like a bright blue sky and he gives Kyrenic a grin.

“It is alright Kyrenic. It is not everyday someone gets to assist someone as marvelous as myself. But as I was saying,” he pauses a moment and turns to the table, waving his hand slightly, then reaches into the small gilded chest that suddenly appears. “You have grown so much magickally and I am so glad I have been able to help you with that and to witness it.”

Turning to Kyrenic, he holds out a silver ring with runes engraved around it. “Here. If you accept my offer to be my assistant, place this ring upon your left index finger and swear your fealty  to me and ONLY to me. You do this, and I will take care of you and make you powerful beyond your dreams.” He gets a smirk on his face, knowing once that ring was on, Kyrenic would do anything for him, one way or another.

Kyrenic leans forward to look at the ring, hypnotized by the beauty of it. He looks up at Khilseith, his eyebrows raised in surprise, his eyes wide in excitement as he nods emphatically. He licks his lips nervously, and his whole body takes on a soft golden glow as he reaches out to take the ring. All he’s ever wanted was to find a place where he belonged after his parents died, and Khilseith had given him that place.

“I swear allegiance to you Uncle Khilseith. I shall do all you ask of me,” he puts the ring on his finger and a blast of magick encompasses Kyrenic’s body for a moment, surrounding him in a soft red mist, then dissipates as it seeps into his skin, mixing with Kyrenic’s magickal essence. He swallows hard as he adjusts to the new power within him. “And I shall follow you to the death if need be.” He falls to one knee in front of Khilseith, bowing his head.

Khilseith places one well-manicured hand on Kyrenic’s head. “Good. That is what I wanted to hear. Now get up and let us get you some different clothes, we have a lot of work to do and I won’t have my apprentice walking around looking like he’s some commoner.”

CDD #4 Khilseith’s Emotions

Theren Mordov, Elder of Clan Brinnai and High Shaman of the Elder Council, went around to gather the rest of the elders, letting them know that something of upmost importance has happened and that they all need to get to the Celestial Sanctuary quickly. Retrieving Elders Pettoris, Anafiel, and Pavaris were easy as none of them questioned him, as was appropriate for the lesser elders. As he got to Elder Khilseith Olastra’s house, he took a deep breath before walking up the steps and knocking on the door.


Elder Olastra’s butler opens the door. “Greetings Elder Mordov. Shall I get Elder Olastra for you and would you like to come in?”


“Yes Neldor. And make sure to tell him he needs to be dressed in his finest. No, I shall wait out here.”


Neldor, nods, bows, and closes the door. A few moments later, the door flies open and one of the most stunning of elves in Galna Alari stands there. He has long platinum blonde hair that flows around his shoulders and eyes of the bluest sky you’ve ever seen. There are flecks of silver and white that makes it look like he has clouds in his eyes that can turn into an icy snowstorm when angered. He is dressed in clothes made of the finest elven silk, in dark blue and white with accents of gold and the finest leather boots in cobalt blue. Hanging on his hip, is an elegant scabbard of gold with elven runes and various symbols etched in silver and azure blue with the delicate hilt of an ancient rapier peeking out of the top of it.


His crystal blue eyes look like a winter snowstorm raging across the sea as he looks at Theren. “What is the meaning of this Mordov? It better be important for you to come to my house and drag me out at this time of night!”


Theren rolls his golden eyes, their normal dandelion gold darkening to an almost goldenrod, at Khilseith’s posturing. “Would I be here if it wasn’t important, Khilseith?” He uses the elder’s first name, knowing it would get under his skin, but also to remind him who he was speaking to. “It is extremely…..extremely important that you come with me to the sanctuary.”


“Why? Why can you not tell me WHY I must come with you? And obviously it’s important if YOU are here, but you cannot tell me until we get there and I would like to know why.  I am not going to traipse across the city getting my exquisite outfit contaminated unless I know exactly why.”


He glares at Theren, standing fully upright so that he towers over the older elf. He has one hand grasping the edge of his coat, the other hand hanging near his rapier, his fingers twitching slightly.


Theren sighs and shakes his head as he looks up at the younger elf, the annoyance clear in his tone.


“Khilseith. Why must we go through this? I am the High Shaman, the highest rank of the Elder Council and your elder to boot. Despite how you feel about me and my family personally, you really need to start remembering your place and acting appropriately. However,” he pauses and lets out a grumble. “Because I….we… do not have time for this, I will tell you.” He swallows hard, and takes a deep breath knowing exactly how Khilseith is going to react to this news.


“My daughter….our Queen… has returned to Galna Alari. Great-mother has gone to collect her, bring her into Vaedrathan, and prepare her for her future. And as an elder, you need to be at the sanctuary to greet her, welcome her home, and name her queen so that we can finally start fixing our fractured city.” He takes a couple of steps back as he waits for Khilseith’s reaction.


Khilseith listens as Theren tells him why he was at his house so late. His eyes widen as he gives Theren an incredulous stare. He grabs hold of the door and his other hand flies up to his throat.


“Lil….Liliana has returned?” The question comes out in a shaky, soft whisper. Khilseith swallows hard, his face going much paler than his already porcelain skin. “No. I don’t believe it.” He shakes his head, the hand on the door squeezing so hard, his knuckles were turning crimson.


After the initial shock, he lets go of the door and shakes his arms to try and regain some composure. He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, lets out the breath and then as his eyes open, sparks flying across them like lightning, he starts shouting.


“How could she be here unless someone led her here? Where are the guards! Aren’t they supposed to be making sure no one could find our entrance? They must be fired at once! We can’t just allow anyone inside our gates!”


Theren watches as Khilseith has his little rant and crosses his arms. “Are you quite done? I am sure that Great-Mother has brought her through by now so enough of your theatrics and let us get going.”


He turns to go and stops as Khilseith yells “How do you know that is your daughter? Have you seen her up close yourself? How do you know it’s not one of our enemies glamored to look like her?”


Theren spins around and is back in front of Khilseith before the young elf can react and grabs Khilseith by his coat . “Do not test me youngling.” His voice deep, quiet, and controlled but with an angry undertone. “I have seen her through the scrying bowl and I know what my own child looks like. You will accompany me to the sanctuary and you will do your duty as a member of the council or you WILL be kicked off and someone else will represent your clan, do you understand me, Lord Olastra?”


Khilseith’s lips tremble and his eyes widen again in fear.  His body starts to tremble and sweat breaks out on his upper lip.

“I….” he swallows hard. “My apologies Elder Mordov. Please forgive my lack of manners. Please put me down and stop touching me. I will come quietly.”

Theren puts him down and straightens his coat out and turns to leave again. “Then let us go and prepare the princess to become a queen. At least attempt to be happy she is home,hmm?”


Khilseith’s whole body shakes with revulsion after Theren lets go of him. He brushes his coat and arms, flicks his hair with a hand, and clears his throat. Neldor, who had been standing by the entire time, hands his lord a handkerchief. Khilseith wipes his hands and his face and then throws the handkerchief back at Neldor, throws back his shoulders, and storms off after Theren.

CDD #3 Khilseith’s ‘Power’ Grab

The Great Owl Throne of Galrena had been missing for one hundred years and now because the rightful heir, Liliana Mordov, had returned, so too had the throne. The throne had been made by the wood elves eons ago and some of their goddess Galrena’s essence had been put into it as a way of keeping some of her magick safe should anything happen to her physical form.

Khilseith stands in front of it one night after everyone has gone home for the evening, basking in the soft magickal glow. He inhales deeply as he feels the energy pulsating from it. Never had he felt this amount of power emanating from an object before and he had been around some ancient magickal items in his time. He paces around it like a predator stalking its prey, holding his hand out, letting his fingers play in the pale green waves of the goddess’s tree energy coming off of it.

While he slowly circles the throne, his mind rages in what has become a constant battle as of late. What little conscious he has argued that this is not good. He should not be thinking about stealing Galrena’s energy. It goes against everything he’s been taught, it goes against his people, and most of all is traitorous to their goddess. Then he thinks about how much more power he’ll have tapping into Galrena’s magick. He was already quite a powerful mage, one of the most powerful in Galna Alari. But it wasn’t enough for him. He couldn’t be King right now, so he’d settle for more magickal power….for now.  He would tap into this ancient goddess’s power little by little and get so strong no one could match him and then he could TAKE the throne from that tainted wretch! THAT was what was important! Not the other elves, not their traditions, but POWER and LOTS of it.

Brushing his soft thinking aside, he starts siphoning little bits of magick as he continues to stalk around the throne, touching a wing here, caressing the chair arm there. The potent lifeblood of Galrena flows into his fingertips, travels up his arms like bolts of lightning, and combines with his own energies, making his  platinum blonde hair swoosh upwards, and causing his entire body to match the silvery-green glow of the throne. He laughs maniacally as he leaves the throne room and heads to his private tower to test out his new powers, not noticing the glow of the throne has dimmed and some of the leaves that decorate the top of it have wilted.

CDD #2 – Downfall of Khilseith

(this may or may NOT be in the book…I am not sure yet..breakthroughs threw wrenches that I’m still fixing!)

Khilseith sits straight up as he hears someone banging on his front door and yelling for him.

“What is going on Khil? What’s all the noise?” His wife Glynni asks sleepily.

“Dad! What’s up with the banging?” His two daughters come barreling into their parents’ room as the banging and yelling continues.

Khilseith gets up, pulling on his velvet robe that denotes his clan emblem and elder status, and waves off all of them as he storms downstairs. When he gets downstairs, his butler is cowering in the sitting room.

“My lord, they’ve got torches and waving their swords around!” he shouts from his hiding spot.

Khilseith throws open his doors. “What in the great world of Galrena is going on out here? Why are you….”

He gets cut off as he is yanked out of the doorway by the Captain of the Guard.

“Lord Khilseith Olastra, you are hereby accused of regicide by ordering the murder of Queen Miara Aekas Trislen. You are to be brought before Queen Liliana and the Elder Council to be charged.” As Captain Kelvhan Torthana told Khilseith of the charges being brought against him, he locked him in manacles and started dragging him away by a long chain attached to them.

Khilseith started shouting about his innocence, his wife and daughters standing in the doorway stunned. Most of the crowd that had followed Captain Torthana turned and followed as the captain dragged Khilseith behind him to the Celestial Sanctuary. Some stayed and yelled at Glynni and her daughters as they tried to make sense of the whole scene. Glynni tried to remain composed.

“I certainly do not know or understand what is going on but you all need to return to your homes and leave us to deal with this situation.” She then turned and ushered her daughters back into the house.

“MOTHER! What is going on? What just happened?” This from their oldest Faylen who was just firing questions in her confusion of the situation.

“Why are they accusing Dad of regicide and murder? That can be right…right?” Tiatha, their youngest and softer spoken daughter, asks with a little bit of doubt in her voice.

“I do not know what is going on girls but we must get dressed and make our way to the Sanctuary to find out. Meet me back down here in a few minutes and we shall go together. I will have the carriage come around and some extra guards just in case.”

When they arrive at the Sanctuary a few minutes later, the scene was nothing but chaos. It looked like the entire city was outside of it and they were all angry. Guards from the building came to the Olastra carriage and escorted the three women inside doing their best to shield them from the fruits and rocks being thrown at them along with the accusations and insults.

The guards bring them to the main room and all three gasp in unison as they see Khilseith kneeling in front of the queen clasped in irons and chains, wearing nothing but his pants. His normally perfectly coiffed long blonde hair is in shambles and covers his face as his head hangs down. Queen Liliana and the rest of the elders stand in front of him and the room is full of the elite guard and soldiers all armed with various weapons and full armor. The queen doesn’t even look at Glynni and the girls when they enter but keeps her cold hard stare directly on Khilseith.

“Khilseith Olastra, you have been brought here today because it has come to my and the elders’ attention that you orchestrated and ordered the murder of my grandmother, Queen Miara Aekas Trislen, have been plotting the assassination of myself and the Dark Elf King, and have attempted to bribe the Dark Elf King to assist in my demise. Do you deny any of these charges?”

Khilseith, visibly shaking with rage and fear, looks up at the queen. “Of course I deny them! What absurdity! Why would I do any of that and even if I did, what proof do you have?”

“You do not need to know how we know, you only need to know that we have all the proof we need. We all know why you would do this. You have done nothing but harbor hatred towards my family because of a choice your great-grandfather made.” Queen Liliana responds, her voice clear and loud so that all in the room could hear.

“You are human filth. You do not deserve to be on the throne!!” Khilseith screams up at the queen. “I demand these chains be removed and my clothes returned to me right now! As Elder of Clan Ainde, I should be getting treated better than this!” He demands of the other elders.

“As of right now, you are no longer an elder. You have been stripped of your title, your position on the council, your home, and your rights here in Galna Alari. Once it has been proven that your wife has known nothing of everything you’ve done, and by the look on her face she has had no clue, she and your daughters will have the home and everything you owned turned over to them,” Elder Pettoris informs him.

Khilseith’s face goes completely white as he realizes his worst fear has come true. He starts to rock back and forth, moaning and sobbing and starts babbling incoherent nonsense.

“I was tricked into it. I didn’t know they were really going to do it. My father made me do it!”

This last declaration makes everyone gasp and start questioning Khilseith’s sanity as his father had been dead almost 80 years. Queen Liliana looks at the elders and they all nod.

“Captain Torthana. Please remove the prisoner and take him down into the dungeons until we have decided what will happen to him.”

Captain Torthana salutes the queen and yanks Khilseith up by the chains and starts to drag him out. As he drags Khilseith away, Khilseith starts yelling and screaming, “NO! Don’t put me in that filthy place! I can’t deal with the dirt! I will be unclean!!” He’s so consumed by his fear of dirt he doesn’t even acknowledge his family as he gets dragged past them. Glynni holds her girls to her, all three of them sobbing uncontrollably. Glynni looks over her daughters’ heads at the queen and the elders, her eyes questioning, confused, and sheer grief showing on her face.