Delver Magic I: Sanctum's Breach - Jeff Inlo (the best motivational books .txt) 📗

Ryson leapt to his feet with even greater ease than the elf had displayed. He jumped upon a rope thin branch which wavered with his weight. He showed not the slightest imbalance, his knees bending in unison with the swaying branch. “You haven’t forgotten what I said last night, have you?”

“I haven’t forgotten,” the elf replied harshly, almost growling. “You intend to climb Sanctum on your own, regardless of my warnings.”

“I’m just looking out for your safety,” the delver responded firmly.

The elf grunted, but made not further response. He made it clear he wished to renew their travel as quickly as possible. Without waiting for Ryson’s acknowledgment, he began passing across the branches which stretched to the west.

Ryson joined him with a shrug. He also said nothing further, keeping his silence as he hoped not to stir the volatile emotions of his companion.

They moved together, nearly side by side. Ryson no longer led, and Lief no longer followed. The beckoning slopes of Sanctum Mountain became their sole objective, and it called to both of them. They looked to no trail, and followed no path. They simply let the trees and the ever closing outline of Sanctum dictate their steps.

It took little time to complete this last leg of their journey. Even as the sun hung low in the eastern sky, the delver and elf broke through the edges of Dark Spruce Forest. They leapt to the ground and stood upon a rocky clearing of the mountain side.

The days were growing longer now, and the air warmed quickly. The fallen dew of the previous evening dried hastily in the bright sunlight, especially in this clearing. The rocks and boulders before them were covered more with dust than any remnants of moisture.

After Ryson moved further away from the trees, he paused to check his surroundings. First he looked to the skies. Clear blue greeted him happily. He looked to the tops of the trees to gauge any wind. They rustled with only a small breeze. He then looked to the sparse white clouds which floated lazily through the sky. He judged the higher altitude winds to be no greater than the light breezes which passed through the forest. The delver then knelt and felt the ground. While still somewhat cool from the dew, it was already dry.

“We won’t have to worry about any storms, at least for the early part of the day,” he stated more to himself than to his companion. “I think it may be warmer than normal for this time of the season, though. The ground holds more and more heat now. And the sun will be bright. I’ll have to keep it to my back as I climb in order to maintain a clear view.”

The delver then turned his attention to the mountain. He paced about a few steps to his left, then back to his right. He arched his neck to gain different perspectives.

“It won’t be a difficult climb at all. It’s a steep slope, but it’s straight and clean. I can already pick out two or three paths which even a novice climber could handle.”

“It was not chosen for its difficult exterior terrain,” the elf stated, almost as if responding to an insult. “Shayed and the leaders did not care how difficult it was to climb. It was chosen due to its structure. Sanctum is a mountain with a thick and deep base. Its sides are filled with rock and granite, yet its core is hollow. At the time of the sphere’s encasing, the dwarves explained it was an extinct volcano where the opening at the top had collapsed on itself. It would prove the safest place to construct the tiers. The hollow core curbed the amount of digging necessary. The …”

Ryson interrupted the elf before he could continue. “Will you look at that!”

Lief was taken aback as he tried to follow the delver’s gaze, but could see nothing aside from the rocky side of the mountain. “What is it?”

“The path of the quake,” Ryson responded hurriedly. His head darted back and forth and all around. He looked back to the trees and then back up the side of the mountain. He turned and paced in circles, always examining the landscape. He shook his head in displeasure with his own carelessness. “I can’t believe it took me so long to see that.”

“See what?!” Lief asked desperately. The elf stood in place but looked about with great alarm. He crouched ever so slightly and put a hand upon the bow which remained over his shoulder. As his eyes darted back and forth across the surrounding grounds, he could not find the origin of Ryson’s dismay. “What are you looking at?!” he demanded again, hoping to uncover the source of any threat.

Ryson, for the most part, disregarded the elf’s agitation. Instead, he concentrated upon the source of his misgivings. He spoke to himself, bitterly and scornfully, trying to place the past events in orderly form. “I was on the trail of the tremor. When I saw the goblins and then heard your story, I was more interested in other things. I forgot what brought me here. That’s really no excuse. I can’t believe it. It’s been right in front of me all this time!”

“What has been in front of you?” the elf nearly shouted, but still uncertain as to any imminent danger, he kept his voice as guarded as his emotions would allow.

The delver turned a near disbelieving gaze upon the elf. “Can’t you see it? It’s what brought us here. The quake! It started from here! Look at the mountain. Look at the unsettled ground going up the slope. Look at those cracks. That’s the greatest disturbance we’ve seen yet. Follow it down to the forest. Look at some of the trees! That one’s fallen over. Look at that one, it’s almost completely uprooted. Look at the leaves and branches on the ground. That damage is fresh.”

Lief took his hand from his bow, now certain that the delver’s dismay came not from a pack of goblins, but from the signs in the land. He looked to everything Ryson pointed out. The signs were not as clear to an elf, but he could not deny them.

“Yes, I see,” Lief responded with renewed alarm. “The very ground here has been shaken badly. But are you sure this is where the quake began? Could you be mistaken?”

“I doubt it. I’m almost positive.” The delver’s neck arched back toward the mountain as he pointed to signs so obvious to him. “Look at how the disturbance runs down the mountain. Look there, a large deposit of small rocks and stones caught by that boulder. That’s a fresh avalanche. There’s another one over there.”

Ryson pointed to several different locations as Lief followed the directions with growing confusion. He could not interpret these findings with the same degree of certainty. Certain aspects appeared like nothing more than piles of sparse rocks.

The delver, however, showed not the slightest hint of doubt. He spoke with the continued shrill of excitement hinging upon his voice. He had indeed found what he had been searching for, found that which the Reader Matthew asked him to search out; discovered it almost by accident, but he found it none the less.

“The rocks and stones are scattered in different directions. By the looks of the trees, the tremor was much more powerful here. Certainly stronger than when it hit Connel. This has to be the origin. I wonder how Matthew would react to this news.”

Acknowledging the delver’s expertise, Lief accepted Ryson’s claim. He could not know how such news would affect a human follower of the Book of Godson, but he knew his own reflections. It brought little solace, and left him with greater concern. If a tremor rose from this place, a place of great significance to all in the land of Uton, it was important to know how and why. Lief’s voice turned cold and even more demanding. “Can you tell what might have caused it?”

Ryson shook his head. “It looks pretty natural to me. I’m not sure I can even pinpoint… Wait a minute. There it is!”

Lief tried once more to follow Ryson’s eyes to the source of attention. He was unsuccessful and frustration poured from him.

“There’s what?” the elf charged bitterly.

The excitement of discovery filled the delver. He spoke with a quick tongue. “Roughly thirty degrees down from the summit on the southern slope. Do you see the indentation?”

Lief brought his hand to his forehead to shield his eyes from any glare bouncing off the mountainside. “No, I don’t see anything.” His reply was sour and filled with growing impatience. Finally, thankfully, his eyes penetrated the same area revealed to the delver. “Ah, yes. Yes I do.”

“That’s a definite break,” the delver exclaimed. “Look at the shadows. Look at how the sunlight fails to reflect at certain points. That’s because there’s nothing there. It may be nothing more than a deep crater, but it may also be a complete split into the core.”

In search of more information and now dismayed over the visible break in Sanctum’s side, Lief remained eager for answers. “Can you tell anything else from here?”

For the first time, Ryson turned his attention completely upon the elf. As a scout, it was his job… his duty, to provide the most needed information to those that asked for his assistance. “What do you want me to look for?”

Relieved that the delver finally gave him true attention, Lief spoke with a more controlled tone. “I want to know why the breach is there. I want to know what caused it.”

Ryson nodded his head in acceptance of the task. Before he answered, however, he posed a question to the elf. He did so for reasons not quite clear.

“What do you think might have caused this?”

“I do not know,” Lief responded sternly. “That is why we are here.”

“But you’re afraid of something, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am!” the elf stormed. “We have found a breach in the mountain! It reaffirms why the magic is free, but it does not explain why. What if it is the work of a mountain shag? What if the sphere is now in its hands?! That is what I am afraid of! Do you see any signs up there which can tell you what caused the breach or don’t you?”

“Not from here,” the delver replied. “But I intend to take a closer look. I want to ask you one more question before I go. Where did the dwarves seal the original entrance? Was it near the same spot?”

“No,” the elf answered stoically. “According to elflore, the entrance was at the peak. It opened directly into the center of the mountain and down to the upper most tier. That breach is too low in the mountain.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure!” Agony dripped from the elf’s very words. “Why do you persist on asking me?”

“Because something’s calling me from up there, something at the top. I felt it ever since you told me that story, but I don’t think it’s the quake anymore. It’s something else. I think it has to do with when they sealed the cave. I need to see it.”

For Lief, impatience transformed into concern, as if the finding of the breach was not enough. The elf looked to the delver guardedly. “I do not like to hear that. In truth, I don’t know what it means, but I saw what happened the last time you felt such an urging and went off your original track. You walked into the undead, do you remember?”

“Of course I remember. I smelled the decay of the flesh. I think I also sensed