False Prophets

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'What does this old man mean I'm a lost soul?'

[It is always the same, they always find a way to pin their burdens onto someone while they themselves run away. Despicable..]

I could hear Bruno's thoughts echoing through my head again. This time his voice filled with doubt and disappointment. Somehow I could feel the betrayal that came from them.

'Care to explain?'

[No need you'll understand eventually once they use you enough and throw you away.'

I knew from what I'd seen before in the visions colliding with mine that his past was a troubled one indeed. He had lost friends family and comrades alike.

"You seem doubtful child, although you do not know me I will undoubtably make sure to explain everything in due time."

His hand gesture triggered something inside the cathedral and soon enough a mechanism similar to a well rose from the ground.

It had very distinct engravings all around, carved to the shapes of snake like creatures with wings almost dragonic. Facing it was a pillar marked with a insignia I was just made familiar with a few days ago.

'That is in fact my families crest.'

But this would be impossible since the DracoFists were presumably all dead or lost in the Rifts 7 years ago.

"This, O Son of Night is a well of the ancients. Our ancestors have been protecting it since Dawn came upon us."

"What dawn are you speaking of old man, can you be more clear. I don't like speaking in riddles nor enigmas."

The old man took a step forward reaching inside the well and placing his hand on the carvings. As soon as his hand came into contact with the well all the engravings soon began to light up in dim yellow light.

"My name is Azur Da'rgoar, keeper of the Well of Light. My sole duty was and continues to be guiding new DracoFist blood to great strength and knowledge."

The water which was once calm and transparent now filled with light and xer particles.

"For seven centuries since the great Dawn was upon us, the Da'rgoar family have been protecting and guiding young bloods like you."

His voice soon became somber and with a tinge of sadness.

"Well that is until we failed to do so anymore.."

Lowering his head, he gestured for me to walk closer to the rift. Subconsciously my body knew what it had to do. My face soon reflected off the well water.

'Here goes nothing.'

Now submerged underwater a wave of calmness suddenly hit me. Seconds later I drifted deep into my subconsciousness. Empty white space surrounded me.

'Where am I…?'

The light began to fade as reality rebuilt around me. It was similar to what I had experienced during the time I read my parents' letters but not as vivid.

I was inside a palace, dipped in gold and extravagant. Multiple flags surrounded the halls along with guards lined up holding a sword each. Their insignia was similar to the one that the Royal Angels had.

"Xander, come here."

A voice pulled me out of the trance making me cock back my neck to the other direction. Standing in the middle of the hallway was a man that looked middle-aged.

"Comming father."

Footsteps sounded from the other way where the entrance was. A child no older than 10 was running towards that man. If this was a vision of the past this meant that I was looking at a young version of the miserable wretch that killed my parents.

'Xander…if I kill him no..'

[No you cannot idiot, that in itself is going to create a paradox.]

Interrupting me again, Bruno's thoughts snapped me out of my thinking. What he said was correct, If in this vision I could get rid of Xander, it would only result in a paradox.

'Why is the old man showing me this.'

"These are the records of the well and not something deliberately being shown to you."

Soon the scenery shifted taking me into another period in time. The land shone bright in colors. Green gardens, people filled with light, and birds chirping.

"The Well of Light shows visions of the rulers that came before in the land it resides and the user's vision of that land. This is only a manifestation of what you think the land is meant to be."

With the overflowing Xer surging in my body, my mental state became unstable soon breaking my vision as I pulled my head out of the well.

"Uaaahh"

Gasping for air I strongly gripped the walls of the well. My legs convulsed on the verge of giving out.

"I'm even more confused than when I entered."

I stare holes at the old man now facing me. His hands nit together crossed. Quietly, be took a step forward and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"All your answers will come in due time. This is only a fraction of what you need."

With a wave of his hand, he materialized something akin to a codex. It was black with a purple crystal on the closing wrap.

"This will help you in your journey young Wyvern."

***

This whole event sent me into a spiral of confusion. So many questions fill my head which I have no answer to.

[If you continue to listen to people, they will lead you on by your nose.]

The familiar voice that accompanied me these past few days sounded again. I'm now used to this as I casually converse with him from time to time.

'As you can tell I'm in no position to be picky with who I get help from.'

[That is true but you don't even train to protect yourself. First off your Xer manipulation is bad, and to top it off you have not even evaluated your talent.]

'Leave me be for a second I need a breather.'

The voice subsided leaving me to my thoughts. Eerie silence crept on me as I opened the door to my small home.