The Blood of the Sun
A Lyonar short.
Zir’an’s face scrunched up the moment the liquid hit her mouth. It sizzled on her tongue then melted away like butter. It left a distinctive aftertaste that lingered in her palate. She looked down on her steaming mug, squinting at the light it seemed to reflect.
“I don’t like this,” she said, defiantly.
“What’s that?” Argeon asked, looking up from his book of maps.
“I don’t like it at all.” Zir’an lifted the mug up for Argeon to see. Argeon replied with a chuckle.
“Being picky?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Come, I have something to show you.”
Argeon lead Zir’an through the grand halls of the Lyonar Kingdoms. They soon arrived at a set of large wooden doors, guarded by a pair of Silverguard Squires. They knelt the instant they saw Argeon approached.
“Greetings, my lord,” one of them said.
“And greetings to you as well,” Argeon said, gesturing them to rise.
“What brings you here?”
“There’s something I want the young cub to see.”
Argeon pushed open the doors and beckoned Zir’an inside. What was laid out in front of them was a narrow staircase, spiraling up to unknown heights. No matter how far Zir’an craned her neck, the end was nowhere to be seen. Only a tiny dot of light seemed to shine in the distance.
“I’d like you to take the lead,” Argeon said.
The two made their way up the seemingly endless tower. Beads of sweat trickled down Zir’an’s cheeks.
“You could rest for a moment, if you want,” Argeon said.
“I’m fine,” Zir’an replied, panting.
After what it felt like an eternity, Zir’an could make out the source of the light.
“Is that…” Zir’an asked, in wonder.
“Yes, child. That is the sun,” Argeon replied. “Go on, we’re almost there.”
Indeed, the end was in sight.
The light grew brighter as Zir’an approached the top. Zir’an found it harder to keep her eyes open as she drew nearer. Her small body became awash in a blinding expanse of white. She kept on climbing until Argeon’s voice broke her trance.
“We are here,” he said.
Zir’an was awestruck. The top of the tower was bustling with life, where men in blue robes were hard at work. An array of cauldrons covered every inch of open area, and the men were busily stirring away at the liquid inside. But most of all, it was the sun that caught Zir’an’s attention.
“I didn’t know the sun could be so beautiful,” Zir’an said.
“Magnificent, isn’t it?” Argeon said, filled with pride. “Now is the time where her light shines directly upon us. Perfect timing to brew the Sundrop Elixir.”
“The Sundrop Elixr? Is that what those men are making?”
“Yes. It is also the drink you had earlier today.”
Zir’an saw one of the men hastily make his way towards them.
“My lord! I wasn’t told you were visiting,” he said.
“I thought it was about time our young cub got a gist of how things are.”
The man got out two wooden mugs and dipped them into a cauldron. The elixr swirled in the mugs before filling them completely. He handed one to Argeon who received it with a nod, and one to Zir’an.
“Care for a drink?” he offered. “Fresh off the cauldron.”
Zir’an took the cup from his hands. The liquid was golden in color, and its surface gleamed brighter than ever under the sun. A small ember of warmth fluttered in her chest. It was at this moment Zir’an realized, that the Sundrop Elixir was more than just a drink. It was the blood of the sun, the heart of the noble Lyonar Kingdoms. She imagined the great heroes from her fantastical bedtime stories drinking the elixir and tirelessly charging through enemies. She hoped that one day she will fight right alongside them.
She took a sip.
A story of a younger Argeon and Zir’an. The food item I picked for this contest was the Sundrop Elixr, and I thought it would be interesting to write a story of how Zir’an, the healing General, grew to develop an appreciation for it. I hoped you enjoyed the story, and feedback is always welcome. Cheers.