Dear diary,
The next morning we emerged from Luke’s magical mansion and were greeted by another old friend. The faerie dragon Waffles had seen us arrive and had been waiting all night for us to come back out. He first tackled Liliana, before turning his attention on Ileas, whom he hadn’t met before. It had been before his return to our group that we had first ventured into the Immerglade, something that now seemed ages ago.
As we moved on to the tower, we explained to the little dragon what our purpose here was. Waffles looked at Ileas with a thoughtful expression on his face and said that ever since we had arrived, there had been another satyr around. He described him as an undead looking creature with flaming red eyes. Looking very unhealthy. Ileas’s fabled “uncle”. We would have to deal with him sooner or later but for now we headed on.
This time Alistan led the way, but Waffles’ presence made it more difficult and challenging. It took us most of the day to reach the valley where the tower was standing. The closer we neared to our destination, the more nature seemed to have turned to glass. By the time we reached the entrance to the valley, all of nature had been turned. The wind making the flowers and glass sound like small chimes.
When we arrived at the tower, Dynia said she felt as if she were expected. Without much hesitation she stepped inside. But as soon as she had cleared the threshold, the door immediately closed behind her. Gael had just enough time to jump inside before it slammed shut. Fearing an ambush, Liliana teleported herself and Rime inside, while Dadroz went to work on unlocking the door.
Once we were all reunited inside, we heard a voice calling from above. A familiar voice. The voice of king Ulther.
“Daughter, come up, we need to talk”
We headed up cautiously, and stepped into the former bedroom of Queen Titania. At the end of the bed stood a large mirror, in which the reflection of Ulther was visible.
“The queen’s magic had made me forget you even existed.”
He said in that honeyed voice of his.
“Now that you have returned, tell me child, what are your plans? Do you wish to rekindle the war between Neverhold and Immerglade.”
That last was said with a mocking tone to his voice. But he didn’t get to say more as Alistan’s sword shattered the mirror. In all honesty, if he hadn’t done it, I would have. There was no point talking to our most important adversary at this moment.
Dynia stepped forward and placed her hand on the shards of the broken mirror. They flowed back together, reassembling. Ulther’s face did not reappear however. Instead, Dynia stepped through the mirror, which now served as a portal. We followed and stepped into what had been, and now again was the throneroom of the Immerglade. A majestic room made of glass and marble.
At the other end stood a beautiful throne made of glass. Dynia approached it and laid her hand on the smooth surface.
“Once I sit down, the war will be real, but it will break the hold of Ulther over the Immerglade.”
She glanced at us, or mostly at Gael, for a moment before turning around and sitting down, reclaiming her birthright. The change was immediate. Gone was the young servant girl who had lived with us for all this time. What sat on the throne was a majestic fey, with beautiful and colourful wings. Light started spreading from the throne, first across the room, then the tower and valley before finally spreading to envelop the entire island.
The Immerglade has been restored.
Dynia lifted her hand and crafted a magic circle to the side of the room so Luke would be able to teleport back and forth easily. She also made a change to his mansion so one of the rooms would end up here.
She then turned her eyes on Ileas. Saying that the other fey who had been wandering around here was linked to him. And that it had come with us. She urged us, or rather Ileas, to deal with him. Ileas nodded and sent a message to his uncle, asking to meet in Whisperwind.
We stepped through the portal in Luke’s mansion and out again in the ruins of the old town. After a short time of waiting, the vile undead looking satyr stepped out of the shadows. Ileas’ uncle had arrived. It spoke to Ileas, offering it help and power. The same as it had done before.
In Firsthold Forest lives a group of warlike satyr, if Ileas would go there and plant a rose there, he would gain control of them. Before he had offered a tribe of undead satyr to Ileas. Now he offered mind controlled slaves. The worst thing was not the offer, we would never accept it. No, the bad thing was that Ileas seemed inclined. He constantly looked at us for guidance. Make up your own mind little satyr, but know that if you take your uncle’s offer, we will not accept it.
Alistan intervened. He stepped forward and said there was another way of him helping us, if he really wanted to help. He could gather information for us, seeing as he could move around freely. The creature scoffed. But seeing as we would not accept his original offer, he agreed. On the condition that one of us make a deal with him, same as Ileas. We refused.
Angered but desperate to get something out of it, he turned to Ileas and offered him a deal instead. He would help us, but Ileas would get a potion he would have to drink at a time of the Uncle’s choosing, without knowing in advance what the potion does. Ileas, equally desperate to please his uncle, foolishly accepted.
With the deal done, the undead satyr vanished. I glared at Ileas. How desperate do you need to be of approval to deal with this kind of vile and evil creature. And it is not like he doesn’t have a choice. No, he seems to want it, crave it even. What happened to you little satyr?