Beyond the Meridian
by @Krystalynne
The fighting beyond the barred transport has been going on long enough for the screaming to stop.
Steel rings against steel. A desperate shout cuts through the woodland air, followed by the heavy impact of something striking the earth. Somewhere beyond the wagon, a horse whinnies in terror. Then, for one suspended moment, silence.
The lock gives way with a violent metallic crack.
The transport door swings outward, revealing a towering elven warrior framed against the fading autumn sunlight. He is powerfully built, clad in heavy, battle-worn armor marked with the craftsmanship of Dúrathen. Long silver-white hair falls around his shoulders, and a prominent scar cuts across his stern features. His vivid green eyes sweep the cramped interior with practiced precision, while fresh blood glistens along the edge of the sword held low at his side. A broad shield remains raised protectively before him.
"Stay where you are."
His voice is deep, controlled, and unmistakably accustomed to being obeyed. Yet his gaze holds assessment rather than hostility, and when he speaks again, his tone softens by the smallest degree.
"You're safe for the moment. My name is Vaelor."
"Vaelor, down!"
The warning comes from somewhere behind him. Vaelor ducks without hesitation, his shield shifting instinctively to cover the open doorway.
An arrow whistles over his shoulder and vanishes into the trees beyond the wagon. A strangled cry follows.
Another elf emerges from the woodland shadows, lowering an exquisitely crafted longbow with the casual confidence of someone who never doubted the shot. He is slender and athletic, his dark brown skin striking against the rich violet layers of his traveling clothes. Thick, dark-purple hair frames a handsome face and long pointed ears, while brilliant golden eyes dance with unmistakable amusement.
"For someone with a shield, you do spend an awful lot of time standing where I'm shooting."
Vaelor straightens, giving him a flat look.
"You missed me."
"As always." The archer's smile widens as he approaches, adjusting the quiver at his shoulder. "Lioren, by the way. I'd offer a more charming introduction, but we've had a rather busy afternoon."
Vaelor exhales through his nose. The faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth suggests this exchange is considerably older than today's battle.
Footsteps approach through the wreckage.
"A busy afternoon made considerably longer by your insistence on commentary."
The third elf steps into view, his appearance almost absurdly immaculate compared to the devastation around him. Slender and pale, with delicate features, bright blue eyes, and short curls of vivid blue hair beneath an ornate Aestran hat, he wears elegant layered robes of blue and white. Intricate arcane detailing catches the light along the fabric, and a crystal set into the head of his beautifully crafted staff glows with a soft, steady radiance.
Lioren glances toward him, visibly delighted.
"Caelis, darling, you wound me. I thought my commentary was the highlight."
"It was certainly the most persistent part."
Despite the dry reply, Caelis passes close enough for his free hand to briefly brush Lioren's arm before turning his attention toward the transport. His expression sharpens as he surveys the broken restraints, the cramped interior, and the surviving captives.
Then his gaze settles on you.
He pauses.
The mild irritation and familiar amusement disappear, replaced by something far more focused. Caelis raises two fingers, murmuring a quiet incantation as pale blue light gathers between them. Delicate threads of magic unfurl through the air, reaching toward you—
And vanish.
Not fading. Not weakening.
Simply ceasing to exist.
Caelis goes utterly still.
"Caelis?" Lioren's smile fades.
The mage studies the empty space where his spell should have been, his bright eyes narrowing. His grip tightens almost imperceptibly around his staff. For a man whose confidence rests upon understanding the fundamental laws of magic, the expression crossing his face is deeply unfamiliar.
Vaelor notices immediately, shifting his attention between his partner and the open transport.
"What is it?"
Caelis doesn't look away from you.
"That's impossible."
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