The Elven by Bernhard Hennen

Author:Bernhard Hennen [Hennen, Bernhard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781477827512
Google: V9LErQEACAAJ
Amazon: 147782751X
Goodreads: 24744965
Publisher: AmazonCrossingEnglish
Published: 2015-08-01T05:00:00+00:00

At the Oracle’s Gate

Nuramon walked ahead of Felbion along an Albenpath. He did not hurry. He could sense how the power of the path was being drawn by an Albenstar. A hope filled him, hope that he might finally reach the oracle Dareen.

Again and again, he had chased down false leads. The humans of Angnos were unable to tell the difference between magic and deception, and what they called an oracle was no more than a fraud. He had heard nothing from any of them that he could not have said himself. Since those disappointing encounters, Nuramon had focused his search on an old oracle, one who had been silent for a long time or who refused all visitors.

The route from Iskendria to Angnos and the journey through the kingdom had been arduous. He had detoured around towns and villages and only spoken to lone travelers and occasional hermits. No one recognized him as an elf. He wore a hood that covered his ears and part of his face. His voice remained the voice of an elf, but how many humans had ever heard an elf speak? No doubt they thought of him as a secretive wanderer from some faraway land, which, in a manner of speaking, he was.

As he traveled, he memorized the network of Albenpaths and soon knew so many of them in Angnos that he had taken the risk of jumping from one Albenstar to another without leaving the human world. He was amazed at how easily it came to him. The magic was the same. All he needed to do was choose a path that didn’t leave this world, and still, he had been unsuccessful.

Recently, he had passed through a region whose paths were new to him. He had not seen a human for days but had seen signs of Albenkin, changes that could only have been made by elven hands. In many places, the way the plants grew reminded him of Albenmark, and the unusual fertility of the area led him to suspect that a magical spring lay close by, similar to Noroelle’s spring. All of these signs came together in the sparse, rugged land, the stony soil of which was otherwise nearly barren.

When he thought of the desert, he wondered whether he was somehow doing this world an injustice. The ocean of sand had shown him that even in the human world, there were landscapes of great beauty.

The Albenpath, the power of which he now felt beneath his feet, climbed steadily, heading directly for a mountain ahead. But the path did not seem to lead to the summit, and it could be that it led straight through the rocks.

When Nuramon had ascended as far as he could and stood directly before the wall of rock where the Albenpath vanished, he thought of the possibility that the oracle he was seeking might live inside the mountain itself. He left the path and set off to walk around the mountain, with Felbion at his side. As he walked, he kept a lookout for a cave or a hidden entrance leading into the rocks.

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