Celestia's Tales: The Lybiria Scales Page 2

On the outskirts of Celestia, within the sea of the psyrens, a huge volcanic island sat quiet and dormant. On that island, embedded on the rocks was the dark castle of Nepta, where inside a dark magician threatened to erupt at any moment.

  Dryad had lived upon the desolate island for most of his life after his father had been banished there for trying to take control of Celestia. The resentment and continuous ravings of his father had almost driven him mad throughout his childhood, and he had grown used to living without any parental guidance. His mother lost in her own cave with her own agenda. But amongst the fire divas and the salamanders, connections were made and he had learned a few tricks of his own to keep him sane.

  Now, he paced furiously waiting for the prize that would make revenge possible. His long dark coat billowed around him as he moved and the heat from the lava pools fuelled the heat of his impatience. His long thick legs strode along the chamber in just a few steps as he paced.

  This was his throne room. It was nothing compared to those of the High Royals, but this was his and soon he would have what they all had.

  Suddenly, his doors crashed open and two salamanders flew into the room. The sack they carried fell with a crash on to the floor, the hessian material smoking at the diva’s singed touch. Dryad closed his eyes, counting inwardly to ten, to ease his growing temper.

  Though the salamanders could be temperamental and dangerous beings, they could also be clumsy and stupid. That was the reason he chose to control them. They were feared, but only by those who didn’t know how to tame them and he’d spent many years perfecting the gift.

  ‘Have you got it?’ he asked slowly.

  'Yess my Lord. It’ss in the ssack,' one of them said.

  'Evidently,' he sneered snatching up the sack. His eyes shone as the fire light made the gold and silver glisten. The Scales of Liberia was the foundation of Celesta’s balance and power. Now he had it he would be able to take Zolar and rule.

  ‘Are you ssssure thissss isss a good idea?’ one of the salamanders asked.

  ‘You believe I have acted rashly?’

  The salamander looked at the other as they shrank further into the shadows.

  ‘The ssssscales affect usss all.’

  ‘Yes, but with this in our hands, we have the power of Celestia. Now leave!’

  The fire divas, scuttled out leaving Dryad to revel in his newfound power. Revenge was going to taste oh so sweet and he would enjoy every moment of it.

 

   

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