All That Is Evil Is Not Dark/Chapter 18

"Hold on!" Delnar barked at Tralin again. "You cannot simply leave me in this state with no guidance. You cannot leave your kingdom with no guidance. Hold on, by the Lords."

"I live, Delnar, now give me a moment's breath."

Tralin rose to his feat, weary, and looked around. The Metanoia still played in his system and would for some time.

"Myr, heal me please. Were I to heal myself..."

"Yes. Well, I cannot say that I did not predict as much; you are most fortunate you aren't dead already." Myr then turned and fed Tralin some red fluid and herbs to help counteract the Metanoia while working his healing magic.

'Why was he absent?' Tralin asked Myr mentally, not even noticing that this long unused skill of communicants came back with ease to him.

"He was not," Myr responded aloud and then added mentally, 'He attended to you here. After the Elemental Lords' agreement against the Devourer and in return of his debts to you.'

'He was seen, then.'

'After a fashion, I was seen,' a deep voice echoed. 'I was seen in that you were not seen by the undead when you fell and your own men did not turn on my servant and anger me.'

'Why would they turn on Myr?'

'It is not Myr I speak of, Servant of Lorithia, it is Delnar.'

'Delnar owes you no allegiance, Shadow Lord.'

'That is true in the same sense that you OWE Lorithia no allegiance, Tralin. It is an empty distinction I am sure you appreciate.'

'I understand.'

'I thought that you would.'

'I would that one of you would explain it to me,' Myr complained.

'In the fullness of time, all shall be made apparent, my faithful communicant. Go now...'