The Elysion Sun was a strange sight. Since being trapped outside of the normal dimension, Elysion possesed no sun, nor no moon. Only a sky that seemed forever aglow with the daylight or moonlight that was reflected on Earth. It was a world that existed alone. The strange light shown in through the tall windows, casting a warm glow on the wooden floors that covered this upper segment of the Temple Palace. The young man stood in the private chambers of the King, in a small kitchen that was attached for the use of servants serving the Kings once upon a time. All of the dishes had remained carefully stacked throughout the centuries, with Helios removing those that had been destroyed and restoring the ones he could. In his hands he held a silver tea pot, lightly etched and polished till it shown, pouring a cup of tea for his King. The floral scent lifted to his nose, followed by notes of a woody, almost smoky smell that was unique to this Elysion brew. The cup was carefully crafted porcline, eons old with a maize blue design painted upon it. Inhaling, the Priest instantly felt the calm, relaxing sensations the tea provided, clearing away clouded minds.
He set the tea kettle down on the tray, another work of sheer mastery in silver, Neither tarnished nor blemished. A silken cloth was laid across, a delicate iron stand and candle provided to persevere the warmth. The King.. uncrowned though he was, had returned to Elysion. Finally.. As Helios gathered up the rest of the needs for Tea, he thought about how joyous his heart had been in the moment in which Endymion had stepped onto Elysion soil, how every single living thing seemed to sing with exultation.
But it became clear that things were not to be so soon. The flaxen haired Maiden who had been foretold as Queen was not with him, stolen away at the recitation of her vows. The Shadow Mirage had revealed itself on Earth, having hidden in the in between of the worlds. Though Helios had never seen the Crystal Palace himself, he recognized the Shadow Mirage as a bastardization of the structure. It had all become clear in that moment and without thinking, nay, without even feeling, He had summoned upon all the powers of Elysion, all the powers of the Golden Crystal, the powers of the priesthood. Those around him in that scared space had been slumbered, their souls expedited to Elysion through dreams. It was a dangerous move.. ripping bodies and souls out of Time to this world without a sun nor a moon. It was a power he did not even know he possessed.. nor how to reverse it. He suspected.. that Pegasus.. the older, wiser, eternal creature, knew just what he had done and perhaps had been the one to instigate it (the pair did posses bonded souls after all), to have forced his hand. The Equine would not say.
Since that day, the uncrowned King had kept to himself, sealed in the chambers he had claimed. The priest did not press his master, but only served him. These matters.. He thought as he lifted the tray and began to turn, They are not your concern. You protect the dreams of those remaining, those Elysion souls who have no found their way home. You serve your King.. But Elysion already was showing ill. There were subtle signs.. the way the light changed.. the way bird songs changed their tone, the way the roses in the garden had started.. just barely to lose their color. Eyes untrained, eyes unbound, would not notice these changes just yet. The Priest was bound to Elysion, as Elysion was bound to the King. What the King suffered, he suffered and vice versa. It was why his dreams were the most important.. but even these night mares the Priest could not keep at bay. It was almost as if Endymion would not allow himself to be soothed. His upper lip raised in the subtlest of snarls at the thought. How.. Noble? Foolish? The jewel embedded into his forehead glinted as Helios passed a mirror. He gazed at himself, golden eyes that seemed devoid of the truest of emotions, and saw for a moment.. the presence of a laughing smile.
He turned away and carried on.
"..Your Majesty, I brought you tea."
He set the tea kettle down on the tray, another work of sheer mastery in silver, Neither tarnished nor blemished. A silken cloth was laid across, a delicate iron stand and candle provided to persevere the warmth. The King.. uncrowned though he was, had returned to Elysion. Finally.. As Helios gathered up the rest of the needs for Tea, he thought about how joyous his heart had been in the moment in which Endymion had stepped onto Elysion soil, how every single living thing seemed to sing with exultation.
But it became clear that things were not to be so soon. The flaxen haired Maiden who had been foretold as Queen was not with him, stolen away at the recitation of her vows. The Shadow Mirage had revealed itself on Earth, having hidden in the in between of the worlds. Though Helios had never seen the Crystal Palace himself, he recognized the Shadow Mirage as a bastardization of the structure. It had all become clear in that moment and without thinking, nay, without even feeling, He had summoned upon all the powers of Elysion, all the powers of the Golden Crystal, the powers of the priesthood. Those around him in that scared space had been slumbered, their souls expedited to Elysion through dreams. It was a dangerous move.. ripping bodies and souls out of Time to this world without a sun nor a moon. It was a power he did not even know he possessed.. nor how to reverse it. He suspected.. that Pegasus.. the older, wiser, eternal creature, knew just what he had done and perhaps had been the one to instigate it (the pair did posses bonded souls after all), to have forced his hand. The Equine would not say.
Since that day, the uncrowned King had kept to himself, sealed in the chambers he had claimed. The priest did not press his master, but only served him. These matters.. He thought as he lifted the tray and began to turn, They are not your concern. You protect the dreams of those remaining, those Elysion souls who have no found their way home. You serve your King.. But Elysion already was showing ill. There were subtle signs.. the way the light changed.. the way bird songs changed their tone, the way the roses in the garden had started.. just barely to lose their color. Eyes untrained, eyes unbound, would not notice these changes just yet. The Priest was bound to Elysion, as Elysion was bound to the King. What the King suffered, he suffered and vice versa. It was why his dreams were the most important.. but even these night mares the Priest could not keep at bay. It was almost as if Endymion would not allow himself to be soothed. His upper lip raised in the subtlest of snarls at the thought. How.. Noble? Foolish? The jewel embedded into his forehead glinted as Helios passed a mirror. He gazed at himself, golden eyes that seemed devoid of the truest of emotions, and saw for a moment.. the presence of a laughing smile.
He turned away and carried on.
"..Your Majesty, I brought you tea."