The Dawn of Malice

Verdania

The guards finally let them through the ivory walls.

Caerus and Caspian breathed a sigh of relief as they entered the threshold of the huge ornate portcullis of the city. They ventured deeper into the city, their footsteps carrying them through narrow alleyways and broad avenues. They marveled at the craftsmanship of the buildings, their intricate details a testament to the city’s rich heritage.

People passed by in a colorful tapestry of robes and garments, their laughter and conversations filling the air with a melodic hum. The city’s inhabitants exuded warmth and hospitality, their smiles, and greetings a testament to the unity and harmony that thrived within the city’s walls.

Caerus and Caspian strolled through the bustling streets of Verdania, their eyes wide with wonder as they took in the architectural marvels that adorned the city. Verdania’s buildings, crafted with artistic finesse, were a testament to the harmonious relationship between humanity and nature.

The streets were alive with a symphony of sights and sounds. The air was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread, exotic spices, and the chatter of the city’s inhabitants. People from all walks of life moved with purpose, their colorful attire reflecting the vibrant spirit of Verdania.

Caerus and Caspian maneuvered through the bustling streets of Verdania, their steps in sync with the vibrant energy of the city. As they walked, their voices rose in an animated debate, their differing opinions echoing through the crowded thoroughfare. At that moment, Caerus and Caspian understood that they had stumbled upon a haven, a place of respite and hope amidst the turmoil of their journey.

“We should prioritize finding the Civic Athenaeum,” Caerus argued, his voice laced with conviction. “Erasmus Kaledin holds the key to unlocking the mysteries I seek. It’s crucial to make contact with him and learn what he knows.”

Caspian shook his head, his brows furrowed in disagreement. “I understand the importance, Caerus, but we mustn’t neglect our immediate needs. We need to secure room and board first. Our growling stomachs are a reminder that this takes priority.”

Their debate continued, each making valid points in their respective arguments. The urgency of their hunger and the lure of knowledge tugged at them, creating a rift in their decision-making.

Amidst their fervent exchange, their stomachs chose to interject, growling with hunger as if to emphasize their bodily needs. Caerus and Caspian paused, their faces flushing with a mix of amusement and embarrassment.

Caerus chuckled, patting his belly. “I suppose our stomachs have cast their vote, Cas. Our bodies demand nourishment, and it seems we can’t ignore that plea any longer.”

Caspian grinned, rubbing his growling stomach. “You’re right, Caerus. It seems our hunger has decided for us. Let’s find a place to satiate our appetites first, and then we can continue.”

With their debate temporarily put to rest, Caerus and Caspian set their sights on finding a nearby inn or tavern. The aromatic scents of freshly baked bread and savory dishes wafted through the air, guiding their hungry souls toward sustenance.

As they weaved through the crowded streets, their senses heightened, they spotted a quaint tavern with warm light spilling from its windows. The tantalizing aroma of roasted meats and hearty stews drifted towards them, beckoning them closer. They exchanged a sheepish glance, realizing they had no coin to their name.

Caerus rubbed his growling stomach and sighed. “I suppose our adventures have left our pockets a little lighter than we’d like.”

Caspian nodded a wry smile on his lips. “Indeed, Caerus. It seems we’ve overlooked the necessity of earning some coins for our travels.”

Determined to remedy their situation, Caerus and Caspian decided to split up and search for job posts or any means to earn their keep. They knew the city held endless opportunities, and their skills and resourcefulness would surely lead them to a solution.

Caerus ventured toward the grand marketplace, where vendors displayed their wares in colorful stalls. The sounds of haggling and laughter filled the air, creating an atmosphere of bustling energy. He scanned the area, searching for any job postings or requests for assistance.

Caspian, on the other hand, explored the quieter streets, where workshops and artisan studios lined the cobblestone lanes. The air was alive with the sounds of craftsmen at work, their tools creating a symphony of clinks and clanks. He peered into storefronts, seeking any opportunity to lend his skills.

As they delved deeper into their respective quests, they marveled at the city’s intricate architecture. Verdania’s buildings were inspired by the wonders of nature, blending seamlessly with the environment. Vines and flowers cascaded down the walls, their vibrant colors adding a touch of whimsy to the stone structures. Intricate carvings of animals, trees, and mythical creatures adorned every corner, creating a harmonious fusion of human craftsmanship and natural beauty.

The sun cast long shadows across the bustling streets of Verdania as Caerus trudged along, his hopes growing dimmer with every passing minute. For hours, he had scoured the city in search of a job posting, hoping to find a way to earn a living and feed his dissident stomach. But luck had not been on his side. The notice boards remained barren, devoid of any opportunity that could lift him from his dire circumstances.

Frustration gnawed at his spirit, and desperation whispered in his ear. Caerus found himself contemplating actions he never thought he would entertain. The idea of preying on the wealthy citizens of Verdania began to seep into his mind. Perhaps, he thought, if he could pickpocket the right person, he could secure enough gold to survive another day.

With a heavy heart, Caerus set his sights on the wealthiest man he could find on the street. His eyes fell upon a portly gentleman bedecked in expensive finery, his jeweled fingers gleaming in the sunlight. This would be his target.

Nervously, Caerus inched closer, blending into the crowd, his nimble fingers twitching with anticipation. He had stolen before, in times of desperation, but this was different. This was a conscious choice driven by sheer necessity. His heart raced as he prepared to make his move. Caerus purposefully tripped and grabbed onto the noble man’s wrist to which the portly man glared at Caerus with disdain. The nobleman pulled his hand away and as he turned, Caerus extended his hand towards the rich man’s pocket, a sudden flash of movement caught his attention. A guard in a green tabard emerged from the periphery, his eyes scanning the crowd with an unwavering gaze. Panic gripped Caerus, freezing him in place. His plan unraveled before his very eyes.

The guard drew nearer, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Caerus knew he had to act swiftly if he were to evade capture. Summoning all his wits, he mustered his silver tongue, a gift that had saved him from countless scrapes in the past.

With a smooth and confident stride, Caerus sidestepped the portly gentleman, who remained oblivious to the near theft. He bumped into the guard deliberately, feigning an air of innocence. “Apologies, good sir,” he said, his voice filled with contrition. “I’m afraid my clumsiness got the better of me.”

The guard scowled, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword hilt. “Watch where you’re going, lad,” he growled, suspicion still etched on his face.

Caerus maintained a humble demeanor, his eyes downcast. “I truly didn’t mean any harm, sir. I’m just a simple lad, trying to make ends meet. Life hasn’t been kind to me, and I thought maybe Lady Luck would smile upon me today. But alas, I see it’s not to be.”

The guard’s stern expression softened ever so slightly. He regarded Caerus with a measure of pity. “Times are tough for many, lad. But resorting to thievery won’t solve your problems. Keep your nose clean and maybe fortune will find its way to you.”

Caerus nodded fervently, grateful for the guard’s leniency. “You’re right, sir. I promise you – I’ll do better. My misstep was born out of desperation, but I know there’s a path for me that doesn’t involve the shadows.”

The guard’s gaze lingered on Caerus for a moment longer before he turned away, continuing his patrol. Caerus watched him disappear into the crowd, relief flooding through his veins. He had narrowly escaped the clutches of justice, but he would not leave without a coin. Caerus slipped the guard’s coin pouch and the gentleman’s pocket watch into his pockets, none of them the wiser.

Hours later, Caerus and Caspian tirelessly searched for opportunities, their determination unwavering. Finally, as the sun began to set, they reconvened at a small park, their faces filled with a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation.

Caerus grinned, waving a small, skewered chunk of meat toward Caspian. “I found a notice from a local inn. Gave them an extra hand to help with cleaning and maintenance. It’s not the most glamorous job, but it put some coin in my pockets.”

Caspian’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “That’s fantastic, Caerus! I spoke with a woodcarver who is looking for two apprentices. They’re willing to provide room and board in exchange for our help. We start tomorrow. For now, we need a place to rest and a hot meal in our bellies.”

“Agreed.” Nodded Caerus as they made their way out of the small park.

As they weaved through the crowded streets, their senses heightened, they spotted a quaint tavern with warm light spilling from its windows. The tantalizing aroma of roasted meats and hearty stews drifted towards them, beckoning them closer.

They stepped inside, the lively atmosphere filling their senses. The tavern hummed with laughter and conversation as patrons enjoyed their meals and drinks. Caerus and Caspian found an empty table and eagerly perused the menu, their stomachs grumbling in anticipation.

The waiter approached, a friendly smile on his face. “What can I get you today, gentlemen?”

Caerus and Caspian exchanged a knowing glance before Caspian spoke up. “We’ll have two of your finest meals, sir.”

The waiter nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Excellent choice, sirs. Coming right up.”

Amidst laughter and good food, Caerus and Caspian found solace in the simple pleasures of life. As their hunger abated, their priorities crystallized once again, ready to delve into the mysteries that awaited them in the Civic Athenaeum.

But for now, they relished in the present moment, enjoying each other’s company and the taste of a well-deserved meal. The city of Verdania welcomed them, and in their heart, they found sustenance not only for their bodies but for their souls as well.

As luck would have it, above the tavern was a cheap inn and they made their way to their rooms, their hearts filled with a sense of relief and gratitude. Verdania had embraced them, offering a chance to rebuild their strength.

As the morning mist of the following day began to dissipate into the cobbled streets, Caerus and Caspian stepped into the dimly lit carpentry workshop, the scent of freshly sawn wood filling the air. The workshop bustled with activity, the sound of hammers and saws creating a symphony of craftsmanship. The walls were lined with tools of all shapes and sizes, and intricate wooden creations adorned the shelves.

The owner of the workshop, a burly man with a grizzled beard, approached them with a stern expression. “So, you two are the new apprentices, huh?” he grunted, eyeing them up and down.

Caerus nodded eagerly – his excitement barely contained. “Yes, sir! We’re eager to learn and work hard!”

Caspian flashed a charming grin, trying to win the man over. “Indeed! We’re here to give it our all and become skilled craftsmen!”

The owner’s eyes narrowed skeptically, but he gestured for them to follow him. “All right then, let’s see what you’ve got. Grab your tools, and I’ll assign you some tasks.”

Throughout the day, Caerus and Caspian worked diligently, trying their best to impress the seasoned carpenters. They sawed, planed, and sanded with fervor, but Caerus’s mind kept drifting to the Civic Athenaeum and the knowledge that awaited him there.

As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the workshop’s windows, Caerus found himself struggling with a particularly unruly piece of wood. His focus wavered, and his hands grew clumsy, leading him perilously close to the bandsaw. Caspian, with quick reflexes, pulled Caerus away just in time, saving his friend from a potentially gruesome injury.

Caerus laughed nervously, shaking his head. “Thanks, Cas. That was a close one!”

Caspian grinned, patting Caerus on the back. “No worries, friend. We can’t have you losing a finger before we even get to the Civic Athenaeum.”

The owner watched Caerus’s performance with a critical eye. Despite his enthusiasm, it was clear that Caerus lacked the natural talent and finesse required for carpentry. The owner approached them, his expression grave.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, lad, but it’s clear that this isn’t the right fit for you,” the owner said, his voice firm but not unkind. “Woodworking demands a certain finesse, and it’s best to recognize when it’s not your forte.”

Caerus’s heart sank, but he nodded in understanding. “I understand, sir. Thank you for allowing us to try.”

Caspian tried to lighten the mood with his signature charm. “Well, it was worth a shot, right? Now we know carpentry isn’t in the cards for us.”

The owner chuckled, his stern demeanor softening slightly. “Indeed. Not everyone is cut out for this trade. I’ll still pay you for the day’s work, but I’ll give you this advice: pursue what you’re passionate about, and you’ll find your way.”

“Um… before we leave,” Caerus began, clearing his throat to catch the carpenter’s attention. The man turned back to the duo, raising an eyebrow in mild surprise. “I heard rumors that Mire Wood exists, and I was hoping to learn more about it.”

The carpenter’s expression shifted from surprise to skepticism. “Mire Wood, you say?” He eyed Caerus with a cautious air, his curiosity piqued. “Why would you be interested in something like that?”

Caspian took a curious look at Caerus and met the carpenter’s gaze evenly. “I’ve heard that it’s a unique type of wood with special properties. My friend here is just looking for information about its origins and potential uses.”

The head carpenter let out a low chuckle, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “You’re not the first to be curious about Mire Wood, lad. But I’ll tell you this—it’s not something to be taken lightly. It does exist but it’s a rare commodity in this side of the world.”

Caerus leaned in – his interest piqued. “I’ve heard rumors that it can only be found and grown within the Laresian empire. Is that true?”

The carpenter nodded, his expression growing more serious. “Aye, that’s true. Mire Wood is a rare and enigmatic material, known for its strength and durability. But it’s also said to be cursed—a gift of the swamp itself.”

Caerus’s brow furrowed. “Cursed? How so?”

The carpenter’s eyes held a glimmer of caution. “Legend has it that the Mire Wood Tree, from which the wood is harvested, is a living entity. Its roots and branches are like tentacles, and it’s covered in needle-like thorns. Those thorns, lad, they’re said to draw blood from anyone who comes too close.”

Caerus’s curiosity deepened. “Blood? Is that how it grows?”

The carpenter nodded solemnly. “Aye. The Mire Wood Tree feeds on blood and moisture, thriving in the swampy and humid conditions of the Laresian empire. That’s why it can only be grown there safely. Attempting to cultivate it elsewhere often results in disaster. And the Laresians… Well, they have a brutal way of cultivating the damned trees.”

Caerus’s mind whirred with the implications. “How do they cultivate the tree?”

“Human sacrifices” The carpenter replied grimly. “Criminals and enemies of the empire are thrown into the reaches of the tree and their blood gets siphoned out by the needles. It’s a gruesome sight, or so I’ve heard.” Caerus and Caspian felt a chill run down their spine.

“So, it’s not just a material—it’s a creature in itself? A bloodthirsty one at that.” Caspian said grimly.

The carpenter nodded once more. “Exactly. Mire Wood is unique in that sense, and that’s what makes it both valuable and dangerous. If you’re looking to obtain it, you’d best be prepared to face its challenges.”

Caerus absorbed the information, his thoughts racing. “Thank you for sharing this with me. It’s a lot to consider.”

The head carpenter clapped a hand on Caerus’s shoulder. “Aye, lad. Just remember, Mire Wood may have its uses, but it’s not to be trifled with. A Laresian sawmill wouldn’t sell a log of the tree for less than an arm and a leg, sometimes literally.” The carpenter let out a hearty laugh before he turned his attention back to his work.

“You just had to ask, didn’t you?” Caspian asked, visibly shaken. “Let’s get out of here.”

Caerus and Caspian bid farewell to the workshop, their minds were filled with thoughts of the mysterious Mire Wood. The tale of the living tree, the cursed thorns, and the Laresian empire’s connection to its growth intrigued them.

Despite the grim knowledge they’d attained, a part of Caerus felt relieved that they were one step closer to reaching the Civic Athenaeum. He knew he needed to enter the sanctum of knowledge, where his thirst for answers could be quenched.

As they stepped out into the fading light of the day, Caerus and Caspian exchanged knowing glances. They had come to Verdania seeking knowledge and adventure, and the day’s experience had only reaffirmed their purpose.

“I guess we’re not cut out to be carpenters,” Caerus mused, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

Caspian chuckled. “Not every path leads to mastery, Caerus.”

With renewed determination, Caerus and Caspian continued their leisurely stroll, their path set on the grand library that held the answers Caerus sought. The setting sun cast long shadows over the deserted streets of Verdania. Caerus and Caspian stood before the partially ajar doors of the Civic Athenaeum. A sense of anticipation filled the air as they pushed the doors open, revealing the awe-inspiring sight that lay within.

Caerus’s eyes widened in amazement as he peered inside the grand hall. It was a breathtaking sight to behold—a vast chamber filled with towering bookshelves that seemed to reach toward the heavens, laden with countless books, tomes, scrolls, and ancient artifacts. The centerpiece of the hall was the massive skeleton of a gigantic dragon, a testament to the marvels that awaited within the Civic Athenaeum.

“This is incredible,” Caerus breathed, his voice filled with wonder.

Caspian grinned, nudging his friend playfully. “Told you it would be worth it, didn’t I?”

Caerus chuckled, his amazement overpowering any hint of doubt he might have had. They stepped inside, their footsteps echoing through the grand hall. Their eyes darted around, taking in the impressive collection of knowledge that surrounded them on every side.

As they marveled at the countless floors of bookshelves, statuettes, and figures, they noticed the reception desk, which stood empty except for a wise-looking owl perched atop a roost. Its eyes were closed, and it seemed unperturbed by their arrival.

Caerus and Caspian exchanged puzzled glances but decided not to disturb the serene creature. They had no time to linger, for a sudden loud blast echoed through the Civic Athenaeum, startling them both.

“What was that?” Caspian exclaimed, his eyes wide with surprise.

Caerus’s heart pounded with excitement and curiosity. “Let’s find out!”

Without hesitation, they ran toward the source of the sound, following the echoing reverberations through the labyrinthine shelves. The owl hooted softly, almost as if urging them on, and it fluttered its wings to follow the duo.

As they weaved through the aisles, they eventually reached a hidden chamber, concealed behind a shimmering curtain of enchanted crystals. The chamber was filled with tubes, vials, and a glowing orb that seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy.

Amid this magical chamber stood a young man with goggles on his eyes and a face smudged with soot, deeply engrossed in his work.

Caerus and Caspian exchanged astonished glances. “Who are you?” Caerus asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

The young man looked up, his eyes sparkling with intelligence. “I am Ryker Aglain Garwood, an um –” Ryker squirmed, “an experimental enchanter of the Civic Athenaeum. I have been studying the magical arts and conducting experiments under the guidance of the great Edwardian wizards who reside here. And who are you two? You’re not allowed in this part of the Civic Athenaeum.”

“My name is Caerus,” Spoke Caerus “and this is Caspian.”

Caspian couldn’t contain his excitement. “You mean there are actual wizards in this Civic Athenaeum?”

Ryker nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. “Indeed. The Civic Athenaeum houses some of the most brilliant and skilled Edwardians in all the realms. They have dedicated their lives to the pursuit of knowledge and the mastery of enchantments.”

Caerus’s eyes sparkled with wonder and dread. It seemed he’d stepped into the home of some formidable people. “This place is truly extraordinary. We came seeking knowledge, and it seems we have found more than we could have ever imagined.” Caerus started to back away nervously and jolted when the owl entered the room. Its wings ever so quiet that they hadn’t heard its approach.

“Please forgive Erasmus’s owl, King,” Ryker spoke exasperatedly. “He tends to sneak up on people.”

Caspian saw the look on Caerus’s face and worried for a moment. Caerus gave his companion a weary smile and Ryker gave them both an odd look. Ryker grinned, however, gesturing to the chamber around them. “Anyway… The wonders of the Civic Athenaeum are boundless. Here, you will find ancient tomes, magical artifacts, and the knowledge of ages past. It is a treasure trove of wisdom and power. Which is why unauthorized persons are not allowed in this section of the Civic Athenaeum.”

Desperate to be allowed for longer in the Civic Athenaeum to look for Erasmus, Caerus quickly asked, “We heard a large explosion, why aren’t the Wizards or scholars coming to check?”

Ryker chuckled nervously, “Well… They kind of… already know that I’m the one at fault, they pretty much don’t bother anymore, since this happens daily.” Ryker’s brow furrowed remembering something. “But again, neither of you are allowed in this part of the Civic Athenaeum.”

“We don’t have any aversion to discomfort, Ryker.” Caspian laughed. “Caerus and I are both magnets for misfortune. Don’t mind the old wizards, they are just too stuck in tradition that they can’t see progress at work. Could you show us some enchantments, Ryker? We’ve never seen magic like this before.”

Ryker’s eyes gleamed, and he nodded eagerly. “Of course! I’d be delighted to demonstrate some of the enchantments I’ve been working on. Just be cautious; magic is a force that must be handled with care.”

As Ryker led them deeper into the chamber, forgetting his initial reprimand that the pair had been trespassing within authorized areas only. Caerus winked at Caspian grateful for his friend’s quick thinking as they searched for Erasmus.

The Civic Athenaeum held mysteries, knowledge, and magic beyond their wildest dreams, and they were eager to immerse themselves in this world of enchantment and discovery. With the wise owl as their guide and Ryker as their new companion, they were ready to find answers to the questions they sought.