The Wizardry Cursed

Eight: THE OLD ONES

Smoke and fire and candlelight…

At first Craig thought the place was on fire. There was smoke or fog everywhere and a dim red light coming from the wrong angle. Between the smoke and the dim red light, Craig couldn’t see very well and somehow he was very glad for that. What he could see was wrong, like an optical illusion.

They were in a cave, or maybe on a mountain crag. The ground under them was rough rock, kind of, and it sloped away so steeply that Craig was afraid to take a step. The air was thin and hard to breathe, or maybe just so full of smoke there wasn’t much oxygen in it. His chest heaved as he sucked great, unsatisfying lungs full. He clutched Mikey’s hands tight in his own. Mikey squeezed back so hard Craig’s hands hurt.

Craig was scared. For the first time in his life he was so afraid the very marrow of his bones chilled. He didn’t care about treasure, or adventuring, or magic. This place played on dark half-realized places in his psyche in ways that were horrible. He just wanted out.

Then he realized they were being watched.

It loomed above them in the fog, tall and manlike. There was a hint of distance about it as if it was enormous, but there was no way to tell. In the smoky red haze Craig could make out the outline, including the pointed ears. There was a suggestion of body hair, or maybe fur. Worst of all, it seemed to twist and flicker like an image in a mirage. Looking at the thing made Craig’s eyes hurt, but he couldn’t make himself look away.

Craig wanted to moan in terror, to yell a warning, to scream, but he couldn’t get his breath to do any of it. All he could do was stare at the half-seen creature and cling to Mikey’s hands for dear life.

"Who are you?" Mikey finally got out.

We are what was and what might be. The voice filled Craig’s head like ringing thunder until he wanted to clap his hands to his ears to shut it out. We are what will be again. The voice pressed on. We are the dawn and nightfall and deepest night. We are… Ur-elves.

"We, ah, we weren’t expecting this."

We know, the voice came again and there was amusement in the rolling words. But you called and we answered.

"Why did you bring us here?"

To serve.

"Then you want to make a deal, right?" Mikey said, the words low and fast, as if he was desperate.

We have a bargain, the voice thundered inexorably. Sealed in blood. Craig thought of his finger, still throbbing where Mikey had pricked it, and moaned aloud.

Your talents will serve us. Your magic will be the spearhead of our power. You will bring down those who stand between us and our fulfillment and lay waste to their world.

Craig closed his eyes tightly and moaned again. The thing and its words were awful and terrifying and…

Attractive.