Tales of Aria: The Legend of Damiano's Disk by Carl Russ III - HTML preview

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Chapter 45: Reflections Of The Past (Part VIII)

 

The voice told Javan of Damiano’s Disk and the power it unlocked, which was concealed within the ancient temple on Nazareno Island. It explained that the object was split into two fragments which were currently located in another dimension called the ‘In Between.’ Completely captivated by the thought of obtaining unlimited power, Javan asked the voice how he was to reach this dimension. “Seek out The Crimson Clan of Gethin Woods,” the voice instructed. “With their assistance, you will at last obtain the godhood you rightfully deserve.”

Once he had agreed to the voice’s request, it said something quite unexpected. “I will be leaving you now, Javan. But rest assured, we will meet again.” Those were the last words Javan heard from the voice, leaving behind nothing, save an infinite lust for the power promised to him.

Without hesitation, Javan informed King Ashraf that he would be taking a vacation and soon set out for Gethin Woods. On horseback, he searched the seemingly vacant forest for hours before finding a small village deep within the woods. A group of twenty-five men in red cloaks emerged into view as he approached the area.

“Who are you? What brings you here?” One of the men asked as Javan dismounted his horse.

“My name is Javan Quinn. I have ridden here from Cymbeline seeking The Crimson Clan of Gethin Woods.”

“Javan Quinn, the king’s adviser?” the man queried. Javan gave a single nod. The man quickly conjured a fire orb, prompting his companions to conjure orbs of their own. “Leave at once and tell your king that it would be wise to keep his nose out of our business.”

“I will be doing no such thing,” Javan answered calmly.

The man’s eyebrows lowered. “In that case, consider those to be your last words.”

All nine men hurled their conjurations at Javan, who simply said, “Umbra disseptum.” The men were shocked as their orbs vanished into black voids.

“I assure you,” Javan explained as the men stood speechless, “I have not come to you on royal business. I’ve recently been informed that your organization could possibly assist me in reaching a dimension known as the In Between.”