Magikal

Part 1

  Singing birds filled the baby blue sky as the bright summer sun filtered through the treetops, sounds of the river water rushing in the distance join in on the birds' song and the rustling sounds the small animals made as they darted through the grass added to the scene which gave this forest life. It was an awfully average day in the lives of these critters. Nothing was there to disturb them, not even the everyday humans that choose to come through on an old beaten path.

It was on that peaceful day that the war had been won. In a land far away from the reality of the Earthly realm, soldiers were strewn across a massive battlefield. Blood was splattered across the iridescent ground which shimmered with colors similar to a starry night sky. Only 7 remained. A god that had turned away from the teachings of their elders and started a revolution all for his own benefit and two others he convince to join him with stories of greatness that would never really be shared.

These three stood in the Elder's room across from four others. Each sat in a chair except for one who stood partially behind the middle throne. These were the gods that stuck to the ways of old and finally won the battle that lasted centuries. Though not without paying a price for it. Both sides lost many, far more than they were willing to count. Families were broken and torn apart- in some cases even eradicated, the very place they called home became a battlefield. They destroyed so much in their wake and for what?

"Was this-" One of the gods waved their arm, gesturing to all the bodies and ruins that lay around them. "Was all of this really worth it Egil? The destruction of all these lives- their blood is on your hands. Are you proud of this?"

The question was met with silence as Egil started straight through the elder god in who was addressing him. All his eyes could see was the girl behind him, the one who's hair sparkled with stars. She stood there and it irked him to no end. She should be dead and yet she wasn't and all because of those stupid nonsensical teachings he was sure she hadn't truly followed and yet she was the embodiment of them. Out of all the gods in the land, She had the honor of being chosen to have the power of the Eldest bestowed upon her. And for what?! She was nothing.

"With all due respect," Egil broke the silence he had created as he stepped forward, "You should be blaming her. The nameless one with eyes that match the very ground we walk on, blood and all. Don't tell me you've missed it? Never looked into the chosen one's eyes before?" He spat the girl's title as if it were poison, yet she didn't move a muscle, didn't even blink. It only angered him more.

"After all this time, you still insist that the Eldest chose the wrong person, Egil? Is that your claim? You reasoning for this entire thing?" A second god stepped forward, taking place of the first one to speak. "Jealousy has been said to ruin the hearts of even the kindest of men, and it has rung true within you too."

"Jealousy! You believe this is all an act of jealousy?" Egil's voice boomed like thunder as his face twisted due to anger. His silver eyes flashed as lightning would, nearly making the other god flinch back. "Don't make me laugh Uther. This was not a battle controlled by jealousy, that is for the weak. This, this was based upon the need of a new order, righteous anger, and power. The ways of the Eldest are outdated, even the people on that wretched planet we 'protect' have grown in more ways than we. The most recent choice made that clear. Choosing a girl with eyes that long for battle? Giving her the power that not even you, Obasi, can comprehend! How can we trust a system that gives such power to a girl that doesn't even have a name?" He growled as he turned his attention back toward the first god who glared back at him but didn't say anything. "See? You can't even defend your traditions, your stupid ways. If you had just-"

"Enough of this," The third god stepped forward, tired of listening to the slander against the very ways he's been taught for the whole of his existence. "You speak so terribly of our ways and yet you helped build others up in them at one time. It was until you were not chosen by the Eldest that you decided to rebel! You claim jealousy had nothing to do with it and yet that's all I hear coming from your mouth! I am surprised the two standing beside you so quietly hadn't noticed with the way you shout. Even in the beginning of this, that was all you spewed, barely masked by claims of change! You paraded the idea of victory to your fellow rebels and look where you are! Surrendering because it is the only option there is where you don't lose your life and even then you know it is not guaranteed! You have destroyed lives all because of your stubborn nature that once helped this realm! This girl was chosen despite the look of war in her eyes and it was because the Eldest understands that is not purely what we can see, it is not purely what we believe he can understand by peering into the soul of another. No, the Eldest sees more than all of us and They know and understand what is truly inside someone and I can assure you the Eldest saw the whirl of jealousy that you had in your heart just waiting to find a reason to break free. The blood of our fellows are not on her hands, nameless or not. They are on yours Egil, and yours alone." The anger of this god, Faridoon, shocked the room silent, including Egil. The words forced themselves into his mind which Faridoon hoped would do some good. It would only make it worse.