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An Ordinator’s Tail.
The next Friday Methal walked back into his room and prepared to show more pictures to the Prince. He got the mirror from his saddle bags and then tapped it twice. The reflective surface swirled with clouds then the face of the Prince appeared.
“Good evening serjo.” Methal said pleasantly.
“And to you as well Methal.” Prince Skye said smiling, “I am sure you have a good selection tonight as well?”
“Yes serjo. These were taken at the main square in town by the largest building.” Methal answered then pulled the first photo out and held it up.
They quickly went through the pictures and five made it to the selection. As Methal was placing the pictures into the drawer Prince Skye spoke,
“Methal, we need to speak about our agreement.”
Methal froze for a second at the statement. Had he not gotten enough pictures this week? Or was the council putting more pressure on him to reveal his location? Methal finished putting the pictures away and looked back into the mirror.
“Of course, I hope I haven’t done anything to offend you serjo.” Methal said a hint of worry in his voice.
“No, you have done well thus far.” Prince Skye said, “It is about getting you home.”
“Were you able to find a way?” Methal asked quickly.
Prince Skye shook his head gravely.
“I’m sorry but even my best wizards could not open a gate to your home.” Prince Skye said his voice like stone, “I can only surmise that it is protected in some way. I am truly sorry.”
Methal’s heart sank as he let out a sigh putting his hoof to his head.
“Damned Dragonfires…” Methal cursed aloud without thinking.
“Dragon what?” Prince Skye replied raising an eyebrow.
“Dragonfires serjo. They protect my…temple from unwanted visitors.” Methal said putting his hoof back to the floor, “I’m sorry serjo. In my haste, I forgot about them.”
“Is there any way to bypass them?” Prince Skye asked.
“None as far as I know.” Methal said forlornly.
“For what it is worth, I am sorry you cannot return home. But I offer you this instead.” Prince Skye said reassuringly, “When I become King I will give you land and title. And if you wish you may even serve in my court as well. You will want for nothing I promise you.”
“Thank you serjo, your offer is most kind.” Methal said bowing his head, “Forgive me, but I need to think about what lies ahead for me now.”
“Of course. You have served me well and loyalty is not easy to come by in my Kingdom. Please do consider my new offer. I would regret not having a pony of your measure in the kingdom’s service.” Prince Skye said before his image disappeared in the clouds.
Methal closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. Methal decided to sleep on the matter. He placed the mirror back into his saddle bags and then took a shower. Before he readied for bed he prayed to his grandfather then took out one of his books and opened it to the page that showed a picture of Azura. He offered her a prayer for guidance in the matter then went to bed.
The next morning Methal woke up to the sounds of GS knocking on his door. He pulled himself out of bed walked over to the door and opened it.
“Hey breakfast is almost ready.” GS said excitedly then a look of concern washed over his face and asked, “Is there something wrong?”
“Sorry but I don’t feel well today.” Methal answered.
“Well if-” GS started to say then Methal shut the door on him.
Methal walked back to his bed and lay back down. He didn’t like lying to the colt but he needed to figure out what he was going to do after his task was completed. The offer from the Prince did appeal to him, but he didn’t know if he would be happy living in this world for the rest of his life. Most Dunmer live to about three hundred years, he was only seventy-five. Not to mention he didn’t know how long these creatures lived. His long-life span would be something of a mystery to these creatures, or worse his life span would be shorter due to him being turned into one of them. There was a lot of unknowns and he didn’t like it. He offered another prayer to his grandfather and Azura before he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Methal woke up sometime later that afternoon to the sound of knocks on his door again. He lay there thinking of what to do. The knocks came again. Methal got out of bed then walked to the door and opened it.
On the other side GS stood levitating a tray with a bowl of soup and some pictured books floating side by side.
“I told my mom that you weren’t feeling good so she made some soup for you.” GS said sounding hopeful.
“I’m sorry but I still don’t feel like eating.” Methal said as he got ready to close the door again.
“Didn’t you say it was impolite not to accept hospitality?” GS asked sarcastically.
Methal stopped, let out a sigh and stepped back allowing the colt to enter with the soup and literature. GS walked in and placed the tray on the desk along with the pictured books.
“I also brought some comics.” GS added after placing the tray down, “They always make me feel better.”
“Oh thank you.” Methal said walking back and sniffing the soup, “The soup smells good.”
“Yeah it’s my mom’s secret recipe. She says it’s the cure all.” GS replied.
“It’s a panacea then?” Methal joked turning his attention to the pictured books.
GS looked at him and shook his head no.
“A panacea is an elixir.” GS suddenly stood a little taller as he continued to speak matter-of-factly, “Potions are made with floral ingredients that increase the effects of them by an exponential measure. An elixir is created by use of magical and or rare components of either certain magically based creatures or fantastical plants to create a desired magical effect.” GS finished then quickly added, “This is just soup.”
Methal then turned around to GS with a raised eyebrow. He didn’t realize how learned the colt was until now. He found it fascinating.
“I’m a bit of an alchemist myself. What potions have you made?” Methal asked his interest peaked.
“Well…not a lot really.” GS answered sheepishly but perked up quickly, “I can make a potion that helps plants grow. I’ve got it brewing right now to help aunt Pearl with some of her plants. Also, keeps them looking fresh after they have been cut!” GS finished proudly, “I could show you.” GS said his tail starting to swish excitedly.
“Yes if you don’t mind.” Methal said walking over to the soup gently blowing the steam from it and then taking a sip.
“Alright, just come by my room downstairs its next to the music room.” GS said leaving quickly.
Methal stood there for a minute as he watched the colt leave. He quickly finished his soup then picked up the tray in his mouth to put into the kitchen. As he walked he remembered what his father said to him before he left to become an Ordinator,
“Don’t think of this as a failing, think of it as an opportunity. If anything, our family has turned misfortune into fortune by sheer will alone and the blessings of Azura.”
End Part XIX