Trystal Brewer Chronicles Ch 5-7

Trystal Brewer Chronicles ch.5

Reiden looked out at the black garden from the balcony of his palace in Zicir, the hell realm he was banished to four hundred and eighty years ago. For the first time in centuries the sky was a clear blue depicting Reiden’s mood. Here the sky was always a dark ominous color covered with storm clouds. Many of the trees here had black leaves except for those that bore fruit. Instead the fruit was black. The twisted tree limbs were able to capture anyone who walked pass them. The grass was a normal green and more further away was a small pool of crystal blue water that he used like a mirror to show images of his beloved wife. Anyone who disturbed him when he was looking through the small pond usually met his rage first hand without any mercy.

Today, Reiden was happy. For the first time in four hundred and eighty years he knew his wife’s soul was close to him.

“Have we found her my lord?” Questioned Reiden’s first in command demon general, Dimuren. He hesitated at first hoping he wasn’t in a bad mood.

“Yes. We have. I have already tasted her blood and when she sleeps tonight, I shall visit her dreams.”

He said smiling at the thought of what he had planned. By just tasting her blood, he was allowed to locate her anywhere on earth and even visit her anytime he wanted to.

Reiden left the balcony and reentered his palace. Outside it looked like any other sixteenth century castle but inside was a sight to behold. Black and grey marble covered the floor, the walls covered in gold with gem stones of every color embedded in them and the ceiling was obsidian with diamonds scattered throughout to mimic the night sky on earth.

He walked through the halls of his home until he came upon a door that held the symbol of what use to be his kingdom. A black dagger with a golden handle that had emeralds and sapphires embedded in it. Every time Reiden entered his bedroom, he always walked toward the painting of his wife he had commissioned the year before her death. She wore a red dress and had her hair tied up in a bun. Some of her hair escaped and fell against the pale flesh of her shoulders. She was absolutely magnificent to him. As he looked at the painting he felt a slight chill up his spine. Trystal was going to sleep, he could feel it. “Now I can help her remember.” He said to himself, smiling with thoughts of what to show her. Reiden climbed in his king size bed and let his spirit wonder through the dream world to find Trystal.