Ascendance

Chapter v1v The Second Dimension Your body is the conduit," Lady Dasslerond explained, trying very hard to hide her exasperation. She leaned back against a birch tree, ruffling her nearly transparent elven wings and tossing her head carelessly, sending her golden locks back over her delicate shoulders. She was the only elf who truly understood the magical gemstones, having worked intimately with her powerful emerald for centuries. Thus, Dasslerond had taken on this part of young Aydrian's training herself, the first time a human had ever been trained in the gemstone magic by one of the Touel'alfar. The young man, nearly a foot-and-a-half taller than Dasslerond's four-foot height, grimaced and clutched the gemstone, a lightning-producing graphite, all the tighter, as if he meant to squeeze the magical energy out of it. He was built much like his father, strong and muscular, with wide shoulders and corded muscles, but many of his features favored his motherof whom he knew practically nothing. At first, Dasslerond thought to correct him again, but when she noted the intensity on Aydrian's face, she decided to allow him these moments of personal revelations. The lady of Caer'alfar could hardly suppress her grin as she watched the concentrating Aydrianher Aydrian, the young human she believed would become the savior of her people. Though she wasn't overfond of the lumbering, larger folk, Dasslerond could not deny that this one was handsome, with his thick shock of blond hair and his piercing blue eyes; his lips, full like those of his mother; and his jaw strong and square, a chin and chiseled cheekbones quite familiar to the lady who had overseen the training of Elbryan the Nightbird. Yes, this one had the best features of both his parents, it seemed, a beauty brought out all the more because he was growing up in the splendor of Andur'Blough Inninness, a place of health and vitality. In just the last year, Aydrian's lanky frame had thickened considerably, his weight blossoming from a slight hundred and twenty pounds to a hundred and sixty and more, and not an ounce of it was fat. He was all sinew and muscle, all cords of strength; but unlike other humans, there was a suppleness to the young man's muscles, an incredible flexibility that made his work with bi'nelle dasada all the more graceful. Aydrian was far from finished growing, Dasslerond knew. His father had topped six feet, and so would Aydrian, and easily; and the lady suspected that he would range well on the other side of two hundred pounds. Yes, physically he would be a specimenhe already was!to make people stop and stare. But his real strength, Dasslerond hoped, would be less visible, would be in the pure focus of his well-disciplined mind. He would outfight any man and any elf, any goblin or even the great giants; but a greater woe would befall his enemies when Aydrian combined this second talent, this training with the magical gemstones. His mother was among the most powerful stone users in all the world, so it was said; and so, Dasslerond demanded, would this Aydrian be. He grimaced and groaned, squeezing the gemstone, calling to it, demanding of it that it let its energies flow forth. "It is not a contest of wills" Dasslerond started to say, but before she could finish, there came a sharp crackle of arcing blue light, snapping out of Aydrian's hand and flickering downward to slam into the grass at his feet. The resulting report sent both the young man and the elven lady into the air. While Dasslerond caught herself and retained her balance by using her small wings, Aydrian came down hard, stumbling back and finally just allowing himself to tumble into a momentum-stealing backward somersault. He came to his feet, staring incredulously at the sSalvatore, R. A. is the author of 'Ascendance' with ISBN 9780345430403 and ISBN 0345430409.