The sound of dripping water slowly eased itself into Dask’s awareness.
He opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the surrounding darkness. The cavern walls rose around him, hundreds of stalactites hanging down like the teeth of a great beast. A dim glow came from the Insycrion cradled in his hands, and a glint slid across the surface of the Occasius below.
It was bizarre, the Occasius. Even in a fully lit cavern it never really brightened; it seemed to almost suck light from the space around it. Its blackness was not just a lack of light, but something more, something beyond description. It was wrong, unnatural.
Or maybe the problem was Dask’s idea of natural.
Dask enjoyed it here, in his sanctuary of sorts. The two powers present were in a constant struggle with each other, creating a supercharged field between them. It heightened his power, his awareness, his mind.
Here, he could almost believe what he told his empire.
Here, he almost felt he was a god.
The sound of boots ringing against stone brought him out of his thoughts. He turned, letting the Insycrion brighten. Hap stepped into the room, and as he did his cloak began to ripple. He became quicker, more agile as he stepped across the uneven floor.
"The meeting is in a few minutes, Majesty.”
“Of course,” Dask said with a sigh as he got to his feet.
Hap stepped towards him, blocking the exit.
“Wha--”
Hap shimmered. The next moment he was beside Dask, throwing his weight into him, knocking him to the ground. As Dask tried to wrestle him away Hap reached for the Insyrcion.
There was a crack as Hap stumbled backwards, hit with a wave of power from the crystal. Dask threw more force at him, but Hap set his feet and threw his hands out, blocking it.
For a moment Dask was confused, but he realized that Hap was getting his power from the cavern, from being in the intersection of the fields of the two objects. Dask had the edge because he held the Insycrion, but Hap had power nonetheless.
Another crack, and Hap slid back slightly. His face was twisted in concentration, and sweat slid down the sides. The space between them crackled, light zigzagging across it.
Dask was so concentrated on their struggle that he didn’t notice the arrow flying toward him.
--
The archer crouched in the shadow of the cave entrance, cringing as he watched the flight of his arrow.
One couldn’t say that he had missed; he never missed. What he had done was possibly misjudged the shot. The position he had wanted to get in was visible to Dask, so he had had to shoot from an undesirable angle. Because of this instead of knocking Dask backwards, giving Hap the time he needed to grab the Insycrion, it would hit Dask in the side, knocking him toward the pool in which the Occasius simmered.
With heightened senses the archer watched the arrow bury itself in Dask's side, and saw the emperor stumble on the uneven stone.
The archer turned and ran.
--
Hap dove toward Dask as he fell, reaching out for the Insycrion. Dask’s head cracked against the stone and the Insycrion slipped from his fingers, bouncing across the cave floor. Hap landed on his side with his hand a few inches from the crystal, sharp pain shooting down his arm. He watched as the Insycrion teetered on the edge of the drop for what seemed like minutes. Then it tipped towards the Occasius.
Hap watched helplessly as it fell, seconds seeming to take minutes to happen, which considering the powers present was entirely possible. The bottom point of the crystal was a foot from the pool, and then it was an inch, and then a millimeter.
And then the world exploded.
--
1200 Years Later
Naaj tossed another book to the side, coughing at the cloud of dust that rose from it. He examined the next book, didn’t recognize the language it was written in, and threw that one away as well.
Something had to be in there about the Break, or all of this was for nothing. The other students were probably getting ready to leave after an hour of sifting through the latest essays on the subject, learning things everyone already knew. The examiners didn’t want new information, they only wanted to see that the kids were capable of research.
But just reading the same old stuff wasn’t good enough for Naaj. No, he was going to discover something new, some old secret hidden in an ancient book no one had stumbled upon before.
He was going to surprise them all.
Of course, the best place to look for such a book would be in the library’s archives, a building containing piles and piles of books no one had touched in years. It hadn’t been too hard to sneak away from the group when no one was looking, and picking the lock had taken seconds. And no one would care that he had broken in when they saw what he would find.
He heard voices outside the door, probably people looking for him. He moved faster through the books, scanning the titles in the dim light. Half of them were written in languages he had never seen before, and he tossed these aside quickly.
A small, battered volume caught his eye. He slid a few books out of the way and held it up, eyeing the crinkled and ripped pages.
The text on the cover was too faded to read. Naaj flipped open the book.
On the seventh day of the third month of the eight-hundredth year, the world broke, and as far as I can tell I am the only human who knows what happened.
Naaj’s heart beat faster. He read on.
In a hundred years people will still be trying to reason what happened. In two hundred years they will give up.
In a thousand years no one will remember the objects that caused this.
To me this seems tragic. I have decided to chronicle the events that took place on that day, describing it in as much detail as possible with the knowledge that I do not know who the person reading it will be. I have yet to decide what I will do with this writing, but I know one thing:
I cannot let this knowledge get into the wrong hands.
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