Verseher

  Noun

  Translation: Seer

  Definition: "Verseher" signifies a Seer, an individual endowed with the extraordinary ability to perceive the threads of fate and future events. Versehers are distinguished by their profound understanding of the mystical forces that weave through the Map, granting them the vision to foresee significant events and hidden truths. Among the Versehers, Fiorna Mageschstea was the most renowned of her generation. Her prophecies still ring through Grande-Mir-Carta, the Red Sea, and Ormgrund. Her name was used during the era of Winter as a beacon of hope.

  Redfred and Regala quickly escorted Talathon to a chamber within the Magi Section; it was a long walk to a space far removed from the grandeur typically afforded to guests of her stature.

  The Drachdame, Talathon, with a graceful effort, held back any vocal disapproval. The gravity of the situation they had just encountered, combined with the evident concern on the faces of both Magis, led her to simmer down her temper.

  The harrowing scene in the Ormsaat, revealing the Dame's fall from grace and the consequential desecration of sacred ground, cast a shadow that extended far beyond the need for ceremonial honours.

  They arrived at a modest chamber, and a chair was pulled out for her. Regala positioned himself directly across from her while Redfred returned, bearing two hefty manuscripts resembling a contract.

  "What is this?" Talathon asked.

  Redfred handed Talathon what seemed to be transcripts, its pages bearing the weight of the Capitol fallout. It was a record from the trial Veilla Mageschstea underwent seventeen Winters ago. As Talathon's gaze fell upon the page, a particular paragraph was highlighted, drawing her attention to its ominous foretelling:

  "Your rule will stretch across forty-four cold winters, and you shall become a Dame. A queen whose very name remains unknown to all creatures of Mir-Grande-Carta and never heard in the Red Sea. Your very identity will fade into obscurity, known only as the Winterqueen by few."

  "Fiorna was a Seer?" the dragon asked, looking at both Magis.

  "Indeed," Regala confirmed, "She was... precise. Very precise."

  "I need more than precise," Talathon pressed.

  “You’ll be hated by all creatures of blue, green, stone, and even red blood. You will be the villain, the one who stole the sun and every moon in the sky. Your dominion will be engulfed in unrelenting darkness for twenty-two long winters. And then, amidst all this horrible shadow, she will emerge—the sun that burns over land, sea, and sky. The true Dame will be born, and regardless of your efforts to break her through torture, isolation, starvation, and despair, she will rise to dethrone you!” — Fiorna Mageschstea's prophecy during the trial of the Fallqueen, Veilla Mageschstea.”

  "There it is. Fiorna predicted that the Sun would reappear after twenty-two winters and another twenty-two for the Sun to claim the throne." Regala explained as if he had just lifted a weight from his shoulder.

  Talathon chuckled at the mention of the Sun and dismissed the prophecy quickly, saying, "Yeso is dead!"

  "But the Commander had a child," Regala clarified.

  "A boy that is under my wardenship," Redfred elaborated, "And it so happens that Veilla also had a child before she died."

  "So? Where is she?" Talathon pressed, her interest piqued by the mention of another heir, “Is she the Dame Fiorna predicted?”

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  "She is with me, with my family," Redfred revealed, making him not only the guardian of Yeso's legacy but also of Veilla's.

  "So we have someone competent for the role?" Talathon asked, finding this gatekeeping of information quite annoying. "Who is it?"

  Regala leaned forward, elbows on the table, "The girl is a Noitelven," he explained, “A dark elf…”

  “I know what a Noitelven is! I have lived among them way before the first Menschen!” Talathon's patience was thin. "Oh, please, tell me we are not involving elves more than they already are; I can't stand them anymore!" she interjected with frustration, "They already have Sogrestein. And Finnegan is so… elfish… selfish."

  “For the whereabouts of the girl, the Elven King thinks she is growing up somewhere in Pollux,” Redfred explained. “They have no idea where she is or who she is.”

  The Dragon paused and tried to follow the two Magi's rational thoughts. "So we have the boy," she said, returning the conversation to a more tangible prospect.

  "Yeso's son, yes... but he is hexed, like Yeso himself and Noctavia," Regala revealed. “The hex would destined the boy sooner or later to his Hexe, and as his father, he would abandon everything for the one cursed as him.”

  "What we are doing here is calculating the timeframe to match Fiorna's prediction. In a few years, a child will be conceived, and that child will face Winter," Regala continued.

  Despite her initial reservations, Talathon found herself drawn into the plan. The stakes were clear, and the path forward, while fraught with political and magical entanglements, held the promise of resolving the enduring cold that had seized their world—a future where the long night of Winter might finally end.

  "I don't see what the Dragons have to gain with it! I'm in heat, and Winter is freezing Cragua. I can't lay eggs in a frozen nest! My kin depends on the Sun!"

  "That is why we have a proposition. A union between Menschen and Dragon," Regala stated, maintaining stern eye contact with Talathon.

  "You want to silence me," Talathon countered, sceptical of the motivations behind his proposal.

  "Tally, you and me, we don't even feel time anymore. The passage of days, moon and Falls or Winters... it's all the same," Regala said. “I'm proposing you a seat in the core of the Map's power."

  "You want to union one of my dragons with this promised child. What about the Hexe?"

  "We will be sure she’ll never meet her Hexe, or at least not before her union to a Drach", Regala interjected. “The new Dame will be the bride of a Dragon that I can promise you.”

  Redfred, sensing the moment's significance, presented her with the actual contract.

  "How did you know I would agree?" Talathon asked.

  "The contract is not new, and you know it. It was first designed for Veilla, and you know, but..." Regala revealed, hinting at the long story from aeons ago.

  "Cassion was and still is my main mate!"

  "Well, now... we have a possible suitor for... whoever you choose," Regala explained.

  Talathon's inquiry shifted the discussion, "What about that girl Zora? What if she has a child?"

  Redfred answered, "Oh, believe me... Zora will be unable to have children."

  "Is something wrong with the girl?"

  "Nothing. Nothing is wrong with her, but a Hexe will always have children. Zora... is not mother material, if you want to put it that way."

  Redfred, sensing this was the right moment, offered a pen to the Drachdame and said, "I think we have a deal, Your Grace?"

  The moment Talathon's pen touched the parchment, signing the Matrimonial Contract between the Summerqueen and a Dragon, it marked a turning point in the history of the Map. It would come to be known as the pivotal moment that ignited the greatest war the Map had ever seen—the War of Too Many Dragons.

  

  The Trial of Veilla Mageschstea was not just an unprecedented event in the annals of our history; it was a ridiculous spectacle orchestrated by Fiona Mageschstea, the Winterqueen, that would forever alter the course of our world. In a bold and ruthless move, Fiona not only branded her own mother, Veilla, as the architect behind the creation of the Lamias but also used the trial as a stage to execute her twin sister, Fiorna Mageschstea. The drama unfolding was akin to a circus, with the stakes tragically real and the outcomes irreversible, leading the world to the Long Night. Unknown to many, and most crucially to Fiona herself, was the fact that Veilla had never truly wielded control over the Ormsaat—the network of ley lines that pulse with the world's magic. This power had always rested in the hands of my father. The mystery of how Veilla maintained her dominion over the realm, holding the title of ruler until the emergence of Fiorna, who was, in truth, the rightful Dame, remains an enigmatic chapter of our lore. Fiorna's prophecy, which permeated across the map like a whisper on the wind, sowed seeds of hope among the people, suggesting that the reign of winter, and by extension Fiona's rule, was nearing its end-twenty-two winters before the Sun rose again. The anticipation of a new era, where the cold grasp of the Winterqueen would be thawed by the promise of renewal, ignited a flame of resistance and longing among the populace. And a little side note from this author—a peculiar detail often overlooked was the changing colour of Fiorna's eyes, which oscillated between the depths of blue and the warmth of amber. ——The Hexe - Book Two by Professor Edgar O. Duvencrune, First Edition, 555th Summer