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The Dereskian Queen	By : LadyMoria Category: +G through L > He-Man Views: 2856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Five: A War Begins

The next century or two were pleasant enough for Caerlin and her sister. With her crowning, Caerlin had become aware of the Ancients, a council of the Dereskïgiä, famed for their wisdom. The youngest member of this council was over the age of 800, and thus the name for the group was well chosen. She learned that the Ancients had been a part of the Dereskian government since its formation, long before any other civilization had been formed. There was not much that the Ancients did not know. They acted much as she and her sister had done while her parents had ruled. They listened and watched, intervening only when necessary. When they did intervene, it was with careful anonymity. The Ancients were a hidden part of the government, acting only in secret. It had been this way for well over two millennia, and it would stay this way.

Caerlin also learned that the Ancients were all-powerful spell casters and workers of Majick. With her crowning, she discovered that she had automatically become a member of the old order, and she was now the youngest of the Ancients. There were very few times in recorded history where the monarch had been only four hundred or so, but the Ancients seemed willing to accept her. At Caerlin’s persistence, the Ancients also allowed Moria to become a part of the council. Together, the twins and the Ancients made an almost omnipotent grouping. The Ancients knew all of past events, and the oldest members were also able to predict the future on a small level, and the sisters were all acquainted with present events, both among the Dereskïgiä and with spies watching the Eternians.

To be able to learn of past events more closely, one of the Ancients showed Can ann and hesterster the secret libraries of the Dereskïgiä. These were chambers only accessible to the Ancients. Within the most wondrous of rooms were contained volumes written by every king, queen, or Ancient who had ever lived. Now that Caerlin was queen, it would be her duty to record all events in one of the journals, including all those who were born and those who died during her reign. The first entry she wrote dictated the murder of her mother and father. She wrote this in her parent’s own journal, so that future generations would not wonder why her parents’ journal had stopped with no warning. Moria stood closely by when her sister did this, helping her to think of particular phrases or words when Caerlin hesitated.

Caerlin governed efficiently, with Moria always at her side, and the utopian society of the Dereskïgiä entered into a new realm of peace and contentment. There were occasional raids from Eternian war parties, but these became few and far between when the militia was unleashed upon them.

For the next four centuries, the Dereskïgiä grew, prospered, and thrived. Somewhere along the way, Caerlin cast a spell upon herself and her sister, denying the aging process, little as it was. Even the eldest of the Ancients, well into his thousandth year, only appeared about seventy-five. The aging process of the Dereskïgiä slowed the older one was, but Caerlin and her sister already appeared in their early thirties. They supposed that was old enough. There was no spell that anyone knew of that could cease the aging process altogether, so Caerlin cast an spell which, for every five hundred years she and her sister lived, would only age them one year.

By the time the twins had reached their six hundred and fiftieth year, the population had grown from six hundred thousand to eight hundred thousand. The people had discovered another marble quarry, and construction for a new city was almost complete. This city was carved and built into the very rof tof the mountains. There was a great lake at the top of one of these mountains, which was tapped to create a stream that ran down the mountainside and into a large dam just to the side of the city. The dam actually had an expansion built into it, which served as the only gateway to the city. The mountains surrounded the new metropolis completely, so that there was no other way in short of climbing up the mountains. Such a feat would take weeks, as Caerlin herself had learned when she first came to her homeland.

As the city was reaching completion, there came to be an argument among the Dereskïgiä, concerning what the name of the new village would be. Some wished to name it after Eläni, as the capitol was. However, others did not wish to have two cities named after the one sole deity, and they wished to name the new town after themselves, as the Dereskïgiä. Caerlin was asked for her viewpoint when the matter reached her attention. She and Moria discussed possibilities together, and in the end, posed the question to the Ancients, relying on their wisdom. All of the Ancients, Caerlin and Moria included, felt this was a slightly trivial issue, but they knew it had to be resolved, for it was little things such as this that caused the people to be unhappy. Immediately, the two options the Dereskïgiä had suggested were vetoed, for if the Ancients were to place one over the other, the other would riot. The issue of whether or not to name it after the current monarch came and went, Caerlin negating that idea the minute it was conceived. She did not want the town named after her.

Eventually, Moria thought of a way to solve the problem, she named the town Elënuial, the twilight of stars, that the people should see the town and always remember that it was from the stars Eläni came, and it was to the stars they d god go after they died. The people rejoiced in the name, and a grand celebration was held.

The celebration lasted for nearly a week, and the feasts and dancing were held within the halls of the new town hall for affairs of state. She and Moria attended, of course. The celebration ranged from a formal ball to a costume and mask party. Nearly the entire population was in attendance, and the town hall quickly became too small. The remainder of the celebration was held outside in the circle.

Outside of the mountains, a not-so-small force slowly made its way toward the land of the Dereskïgiä. Over the past centuries, the Eternians had learned not to attack in small groups. A larger force was required if one was to invade the Dereskïgiä. Led by their captain, under direct order of the Council of Elders, the strike force of Eternia made its way slowly toward the utopian lands.

Enjoying herself at the celebration, totally oblivious to any threat outside, Moria danced with her sister in the square. Caerlin suddenly collapsed onto the floor, holding her head in her hands.

“Caerlin…” Moria exclaimed, dropping to the ground to help her sister. “What’s wrong?”

Her sister looked up, eyes clouding over slowly. “Find the captain. Have him mobilize the militia. We have to get to the capital and notify the Ancients.”

“Notify them of what?” Moria asked helping her sister to her feet. “What’s wrong, sister?”

Caerlin stood shakily on her feet, leaning hea of of Moria. She looked deeply into her sister’s eyes, and did not need to say a word.

Moria turned to a nearby official and whispered inside his ear as Caerlin walked to the center of the hall.

“It is my regret to announce that the party must come to a close,” she said, her voice shaking slightly. “Anyone who is in the militia, report to your captains outside. The rest of you, get into the safe rooms built at the back ofs tos town. There is no cause for alarm, but everyone needs to get to there as quickly as possible.” She smiled reassuringly at her more curious than frightened people. “Everything will be fine,” she said calmly. “Go, quickly.”

As the inquisitive hordes fled quickly to the safe quarters hat had been carved into the base of the mountain, hidden from view, Caerlin found her sister outside along with the men and women of the militia.

She approached then regally, and addressed them as the same calm tone. “Everyone report to your posts around the perimeter of the city. Make sure your weapons are ready for fighting.”

“Your highness,” spoke up the head captain, “What is going on? Why is there such a need?”

Caerlin turned her gaze toward him, and he nearly froze in his tracks. His queen’s eyes were like twin pools of ice, hardened with a strong determination. “There is a need, Captain Brëhin, because they are coming.”

“Who is coming, my queen? And why?” He questioned.

Caerlin’s eyes began to whirl and pinwheel as the light form the Three Moons darkened in color.

“Do not question your queen,” Moria said from her sister’s side. “Know only that they come, and they come to kill. Now report to your posts, ladies and gentlemen. And make ready.”

Moria placed a hand upon her sister’s shoulder and looked deep into Caerlin’s eyes as she finished, “We go to war.”
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