POWER, POWER, POWER
His screeching voice echoed.
The incandescent flames illuminating his apparitional body as they journeyed deeper in. The torrid flames burned his ethereal body, as he screeched. His horrible cries carried an indescribable agony, as sense of horrid trepidation was laced deep in that unnatural cry.
His desire for power was mirrored by the same torrid flames that burned his apparitional body. All for the sake of power, he travelled these desolate lands.
The flames burned deeper and deeper. Through his chest, through his arms, through his legs.
Screeching, flailing through the illuminated horizon. Writhing like the worm he was treated as, the golden-orange flames finally spreading through out his imaginary body. He knew not how he was able to scream, how he could feel pain though dead, how his being could feel reformed by the purifying incandescent flames. But he felt... and oh how he felt.
Ever since he had consumed those flames, pain and a sense of jubilation echoed in his heart. The burning, hot pain from the flames rippling through his body, jubilation at the incoming glory of power finally resting within him.
But, the longer the flames stayed within his apparitional body, the more they consumed him. Using his soul as a fuel source to expediate their life, the flames burned.
Noticing that the flames were consuming him instead of rebuilding him, panic took hold of his heart.
"Arghhhhhh, wha... ts go... ing... o... n?!"
His voice strained against the pain of the golden-orange flames ravaging his apparitional body.
Time had lost all meaning in these desolate lands, and since time had lost all meaning, he could not measure how long he had been here, how long had the flames consumed his being and what was he doing here.
His arms fell off like melted wax.
Catching a glimpse of such a sight, a fear erupted throughout his being.
Though being burned alive by the torrid flames that he had given shelter to, fear was able to take root in his apparitional heart.
How could he feel fear. He knew not, but what he knew was that, if these flames continued to stay any longer in his body, he would undeniably die... this time truly.
"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
The flames hungrily consumed his being leaving him in great torment.
"wh... at m-m... us...t I-I do?!"
The pain was too much to bear as he writhed on the horizon illuminated sands.
The horror was all too real to ignore.
He was dying... fast.
Writhing on the sands, he decided to approach the horizons edge.
His desire for power, unabated. His desire to live, raging.
Like a worm, he moved.
***
In the blackest of rooms, figures sat circular. Black robes they wore, as they discussed.
"Brethren, the king of the Telemenpha returns injured."
Their soft, magnetic voice spoke eliciting varied responses.
"Judgement be brought to that family of traitors."
A gruff, heavy voice spoke, disdain laced in that voice of theirs.
"I agree also , judgement be brought towards that family of traitors."
"Brethren, beware you let not anger cloud your judgement. Though he gained injury against Star beast Rujir, that person is still the king of the Telemenpha."
"We know, but can you forgive their trespass?"
Their soft childlike voice carried an anger not belonging to a child. Deep and vast was their anger, as they spoke in an childlike manner.
"Even as we are now, we can obliterate that family of traitors."
A burning anger was felt in the words spoken, bringing a heavy silence upon the blackest of rooms.
Then a languid voice spoke,
"Let us test their strength and see if without their king, whether the Telemenpha withstand us or not."
The languid voice echoed, bringing silent gazes at the owner of the weak, lazy voice. Sensing their probing gazes, they returned with their own silent gaze.
A thick atmosphere of tension enveloped the blackest of rooms.
"Brethren, let us not be rash. They are still the Telemenpha, caution and planning are advised."
"Wait. Before any continuation, how did the king of the Telemenpha gain injury against Star beast Rujir?"
The question directed at the robed person who brought the news, triggered a response from the owner of the gruff, heavy voice.
"What foolishness do you now spout. Its obviously because he became careless during battle, he is after all a prideful king. And because of that pride "he" sustain an injury."
It was sound logic. The twenty three robed members all assumed so, but one member found it odd strangely wrong that the king of the Telemenpha got injured in their battle against Star Beast Rujir, hence they spoke.
"But that's where its odd. Star beast Rujir should have died in their encounter with the king, whether prideful or not, but it remained alive, even escaping with its life leaving the king an injury."
"What are you trying to say?"
A strict voice, laced with contempt and curiosity spoke.
The small almost whispering voice of one robed member answered.
"Night is coming."
"FOOL. DO NOT UTTER SUCH WORDS CARELESSLY!!"
"But no other evidence supports how the king of the Telemenpha could have sustained an injury against something like star beast Rujir. Even I, the weakest among us can defeat Star beast Rujir without sustaining any injury, but he of all beings, got injured by Star beast Rujir. That's something that should not take place."
The small, whispering voice of the robed member pointed out. Their sound logic shattering the preconceptions they had against the Telemenphen King.
The gruff, heavy voice spoke.
"What you say makes sense, but the issue here is if we should attack the family of traitors or not."
"You ignorant fool. Don't you see, if we attack the Telemenpha now we would be setting ourselves for failure, besides who wants to fight the Telemenpha now when their guard is highest."
The strict feminine voice spoke, contempt finding its way through her words mocking the owner of the gruff, heavy voice.
A soft childlike voice spoke having heard the deduction.
"Between me and the Telemenphen King, who is stronger?"
"You, The Telemenphen King."
Varied opinions echoed throughout the blackest of rooms, then silence.
***
"Brethren, let's all put aside our differences. Though it is true that the Telemenphen king suffered injury against star beast Rujir, and that caution and planning are required when dealing with the family, let us not forget, we are the last true bloods, the only true bloods, hence family."
An old, calm voice echoed dispelling the cold silence that had descended.
"So what must we do then? Its not every day that the Telemenphen king gets injured, and wouldn't it be waste of a good opportunity."
The child like voice echoed, but an answer resounded.
"Plan with caution and diligence."