DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter Whispers of Time
Back at the Minstrell Chalice Tavern in Ignisfell, Celestoria, the group gathered in a secluded room to discuss their plans. Hargan, still carrying the weight of a hidden agenda, Shared crucial information while omitting certain details. As the conversation unfolded, Hargan broached a delicate topic, expressing his desire to travel back to the time of the crown prince’s birth and seeking Rosche’s assistance.
However, Geran, ever protective of his sister, interjected with concern, questioning the safety of such a venture. He instinctively positioned himself beside Rosche, asserting, “Why do you want my sister to come with you? Is that dangerous?” In response, Hargan assured him, “I could protect your sister, and I need someone who shares the same powers as me to make it work.”
Eowyn raised a pertinent question, voicing her apprehension about the potential consequences of getting hurt in the past. Hargan, confident in his abilities, solemnly pledged, “I can promise with my life that I will bring Rosche to you alive.” To underscore his sincerity, Hargan presented them with a rare treasure – a Lifeseed Ember.
Geran and Eowyn were taken aback by the significance of the gift. Geran, recognizing its rarity, inquired, “That’s a Lifeseed Ember. How did you get your hands on it?” Hargan explained that he found it near the ruins of Verdant Spire during his exile, preserving it in the hopes that he might need it one day. Now, he was offering it as a token of his honesty.
Davhil, a member of the group unfamiliar with the artifact, sought clarification. Hargan provided an explanation, describing the Lifeseed Ember as a magical seed capable of bringing the deceased back to life.
Geran, initially skeptical, found himself grappling with the decision. However, he remained silent as Rosche spoke her mind. She expressed her willingness to accompany Hargan, not solely because of the Lifeseed Ember but for personal reasons she chose not to disclose. Hargan, understanding her unspoken motivations, nodded in acknowledgment.
Attempting to ease the tension, Geran attempted to reason with Rosche. “But, Rosche...”
Interrupting her brother, Rosche reassured him, “Brother, I’ll be fine.” Hargan then handed the Lifeseed Embers to Rosche, who, in turn, passed them to Geran. Despite his lingering concerns, Geran accepted the artifact and hesitantly offered one seed back to Rosche, saying, “In case...”
With unwavering trust in Hargan, Rosche declined the extra safeguard, asserting, “I’ll be fine, Geran. I trust Sir Hargan.” A silent exchange of understanding passed between Hargan and Rosche, reaffirming their shared commitment to the impending journey. “Okay, but be careful,” Geran conceded, reluctantly acknowledging the inevitability of their quest.
Meanwhile, on the other side Eamon, a figure with his own motives and mysteries, traversed the expansive landscape on his journey to Ignisfell. Eamon, clad in a cloak that billowed in the night breeze, navigated the winding trails with a sense of purpose.
Ignisfell awaited on the horizon, its distant lights flickering like distant stars. Eamon’s eyes, shaded beneath the brim of his hood, gleamed with determination as he pressed on, the enigmatic destination drawing nearer with each passing stride.
Eamon’s reasons for heading to Ignisfell were veiled in mystery, leaving those who crossed paths with him to wonder about the purpose that fueled his solitary quest. Unbeknownst to the group engaged in manipulating time, another thread of destiny was silently weaving itself into the fabric of that fateful night.
Nightfall descended once again, casting its shroud over the Minstrell Chalice Tavern. Hargan, the enigmatic figure with a purpose, gathered the group to explain the intricate requirements for their journey through time. Under the cloak of darkness, Hargan revealed that for the temporal travel to transpire, the suns and moons needed to align in a rare eclipse. It was a celestial phenomenon that occurred only at specific intervals, providing the perfect convergence for the manipulation of time.
As the group huddled together, Hargan began instructing Rosche on the delicate art of controlling the suns and moons, a skill vital for inducing the eclipse. Under Hargan’s guidance, Rosche, with a mix of concentration and newfound abilities, began to manipulate the celestial bodies. The air shimmered with an ethereal energy as the moons and suns responded to her command, aligning in a celestial dance orchestrated by a force beyond mortal comprehension.
With the cosmic ballet set in motion, Hargan commenced the enchantment to bend time itself. Chanting ancient incantations, he raised his hands toward the celestial display, his voice resonating with a power that transcended the tavern’s confines. The atmosphere pulsed with arcane energy as the group watched in awe, witnessing the fabric of time warp and twist in response to Hargan’s spell.
“Lunars of the dusk, Solara of the lumin, retrikna ush bak to t’vorn the Crowned Heir of Celestoranet wuz birthevorn, Moons of the night, Sun of the light, bring us back to the time the Crown Prince of Celestoria was born,” Hargan intoned, his words carrying a weight that echoed through the very essence of existence. As the incantation reached its crescendo, a luminous gateway materialized before them, a swirling vortex of cosmic hues beckoning them to step through.
In a breathtaking moment, Hargan and Rosche found themselves transported through the currents of time, hurtling back eighteen years into the past. The once familiar sights of Celestoria transformed before their eyes, now bathed in the splendor of King Altair’s reign. The night air tingled with magic as they emerged in the midst of a momentous occasion—the night of the birth of the Crown Prince.