For Sword and Honor Part 7

     Selvadon's capital, Berzenary was thriving. Each building was made to be a work of art. Elves were selling and buying wares in the marketplace. The archduke, Erinsol tapped his fingers on his desk. Waiting. He had sent Elidia and Issac to rescue his wife, Aceline two weeks ago. And he always had impatience. He forgot to let them have a carrier falcon, so he had no idea what was going on. "Oh wait!", he suddenly exclaimed.
     "What is it archduke?", one of the guards ask.
     "I need to go to Mavell's tower idmediately. Escort me if you must," he said. Mavell was his father's advisor. Elidia is Mavell's daughter, making her very powerful in magic just like her father. That's why, although young (for an elf), she became Erinsol's advisor. Mavell is old. Elidia is young. This is most likely why his father thought she would make a perfect advisor. Erinsol knocked at the door.
     "Just a moment," Mavell said from behind the door. Erinsol started tapping his foot. The guards just watched from a few feet in behind him. Erinsol knocked again. Then again. Then the door opened. Erinsol put his arm down so he wouldn't knock on the wise elf.
     "Your daughter has a communication mirror, correct?", Erinsol asked.
     "Correct. She always has one on her."
     "Allow me to use your's." Judging that Mavell didn't have a choice in the matter, he let him in. Erinsol proceeded up the spiral staircase. Mavell followed behind him. Erinsol looked at the mirror. "Make it work."
     "You know, it wouldn't kill you to say please." Erinsol glared at him. "Aken maf Elidia." (Talk to Elidia. I think I should put translations from now on with the magic language) The inside of a sacthel appeared on the mirror. The sound of horsehooves could be heard.
     "Where is she?!"
     "Hold on, will you? Elidia, it's me. Erinsol wishes to speak to you."

*In an open field*
     "Are we any closer?", Noah asked.
     "When are you going to stop asking me that?", Issac asked back.
     "When we get there."
     "Humans are annoying," Aceline said under her breath.
     "Where is she?!", a voice shouts from Elidia's bag.
     "Hold on, would you? Elidia it's me. Erinsol wishes to speak with you," another voice says. Noah reaches into her bag. He pulls out the mirror.
     "Umm...hello? Talking mirror thing?", Noah says.
     "Who are you?! Where is Elidia?!", Erinsol questions him. Looking at the mirror, Noah could see two figures. One is an old elf in a long robe. The other looks younger with chainmail and a cape over his back. "Don't just stare at me! Say something, you human idiot!"
     "Noah, let me see that," Issac says.
     "Is that Issac? Give him the mirror. Now," Erinsol said. Noah tosses the mirror over. "Be more careful with the mirror!"
     "Hello archduke. Elidia used dark magic. She is still drained from it," Issac says.
     "I told her not to use it...", Mavell says.
     "Is that Aceline behind you?", Erinsol asks.
     "Hello Erinsol," Aceline says.
     "Thank the gods you're safe. Well done Issac. Now just bring her here."
     "Understood." The image on the mirror dissapered.
     "What is that?", Noah asks.
     "A communication mirror. Using magic, one person can speak with another. It is made a certain crystal able to withold magic."
     "I see."
     "Erinsol can be impatient. It would be best to get there as soon as we can," Aceline says.
     "Agreed." Issac kicks the sides of his horse.
     "Hey! Wait up!" Noah also kicks the sides of the horse. The two horses are now running at full speed to reach their destination.

*5 hours later*
     The group has set up camp. The horses are drinking from a small pond. Elidia has finally woken up. The four of them sit around a fire. Issac takes out a map.
     "So, if we continue at our speed, we will get to Berzenary by tommorow. Any questions?", Issac asks.
     "I got one. What's Berzenary?", Noah asks. Aceline glares at him.
     "I won't hold that aganist you because you haven't been to Selvadon," Issac says.
     "I will," Aceline says.
     "Berzenary is the capital of all of Selvadon. Only the most important of elves live there," Issac explains.
     "Oh. So it's like the elven version of Wellsdon," Noah says. (Wellsdon=Helmsguard's capital)
     "How dare you compare the two! Berzenary is fifty times more luxurious!", Aceline exclaims.
     "You know we didn't have to save you!"
     "Oh really?! Then bring me back to that mine, why don't you?!"
     "Maybe I will!"
     "Maybe I'll...maybe I'll..." Noah and Aceline collapse into slumber.
     "Elidia," Issac says.
     "What? It's quieter," Elidia says.
     "You have a point."