The lost mage

The Lost Mage.
The gold in the sky,  The winds are up high, the lights at my side, the steed that i ride, the places i hide, the safety I find, the battles collide, the magic survives, the skills of the mind, the kills over time, the staff and the sign, the power divine, the mountains i climb, the forests defined, the stars realign,my weapons designed, the spells i refine, the worlds i combine,the tactics assigned, the crystals confined, the beasts that i bind, the light that will blind.       The way that I tried...
It was the date of the perfect heavens, the time of the perfect heavens was a time to find.
They could find all sorts of stuff over the course of the perfect heavens, the villagers would search high and low all over the lower levels of the kingdom, whilst the clerics would conduct their study upon the higher levels of the kingdom, this could be enchanting elements of  what the villagers find, or alternatively enchanting the villager themself, these villagers became to be known as, what the clerics would call 'soldiers' they were perfect at everything, from creation (armour,swords,bows) magical discipline and moving silently, they were trained killers the clerics would often assign them to different tasks.
One of these was guarding the royal treasury, the clerics would assign four soldiers to the highest level of the kingdom where the enchanted artifacts were stored, the magical velocity of this treasury needed to be contained.
Trestle was a villager an extremely rare one, he had found three items today, the first thing he found was a jar with a rope in it, but he couldnt open the jar it was too tight he tried smashing it but it wouldn't break either, he continued on with his search until he stepped upon a skull he had no idea where it came but now it was a pile of dust anyway, he continued searching, next up was a picture of an island with a storm upon it there were lightning bolts everywhere and a tidal wave in the background, Trestle stood back for a moment and noticed there were people staring at him, Trestle wanted the picture but he couldn't do it with everyone staring at him it would be classified as stealing he believed he was keen to steal the picture although he would have to do it later, tonight perhaps, the next thing he noticed he was being dragged away from the picture as it was torn off the wall and shoved in his face THIEF they cried out in unison, the clerics will have yea, where is your lucky rope now have it around yea neck yea will, and your skull too have someone blunder around upon your skull and crush it to dust, the clerics will have yea, straight into the treasury you go, the mark of the cleric upon you yea have, Trestle was surrounded by Soldiers they seized him and dragged him towards the treasury, "your the last of the perfect heavens", they said and we have found you.
The next thing Trestle saw was the Treasury he cried out with joy and screamed at the same time, it was wonderful to behold and his first reaction was to claim it all for himself, to be rich beyond all your wildest imaginations but the treasury was deceptive.
Joy and fear are just part of the ritual they told Trestle, "what ritual", asked Trestle? then they threw him into the Treasury.
The clerics and the soldiers held their council, they assembled upon the highest place in the kingdom awaiting the final stage of the Perfect Heavens ' the golden storm' it was devastating, the kingdom crumbled beneath the rain within hours, whilst the clerics fought the soldiers for supremacy.
Trestle felt as though his soul was being torn in half, first he would ascend up into heaven, then he would be dropped descending down into the chasms beneath, rising and falling he was and drifting, drifting apart into nothingness.
Once the rain had stopped Trestle was overwhelmed by a sense of wellbeing, it was as if the rain had imbued his soul with magic, the rebellion of the soldiers had been difficult to undo but at last the clerics had prevailed against all odds, Trestle was no longer darkness, light had returned to this realm, the remnance of their evl had been shattered and the lost mage was safe 'for now'.
They named him Bestle.
The lost mage was vomiting, he was spewing up black tar and he was disgusted, although the light remained intact the kingdom did not, the remnants of the treasury was not a wonderful thing, the rubble wasn't so bad that was compared to the charred skeletons with their bones strewed everywhere, the smell was horrible, then the gust of wind came blowing, it seemed to be animating the skeletons but was just blowing them away the wind smelt beautiful and Bestle stopped spewing after that, then he noticed the good remnants of the Treasury shining in the distance down in front of him and he spewed again this time it was a powerspew and light erupted from his mouth.
After he had finished powerspewing  the wind came blowing again with a number of lights (fairy lights) in it one of these landed upon his right wrist  and dragged him sidewards the other light landed on his left wrist and dragged him that way pulling him from side to side and saying something about the treasure, then the largest light manifested in front of him, it had wings  and was holding a wand it was also adorned with jewellery it called itself the windblower and it had a task for Bestle.
The lost mage continued to struggle though, he was trying to grab the fairies but they kept evading him and striking back everytime he missed, the windblower found this very amusing it finally finished laughing then he rebuked the lesser fairies they both exploded and disapeared, the windblower was no longer laughing.
'Im cold' said Bestle 'then maybe this will warm you up, see those trinkets  over there down the lane where i am pointing at I want them for my collection the problem is I can't get low enough to touch them, so be a good lad and pick them up for me there will be a reward in it for you.'
Bestle walked down the lane with the Windblower floating behind him.
The Windblower pointed his wand at a chalice 'that one will come in handy, why don't you pick it up for the good old windblower,'   Bestle stooped down to pick up the chalice and noticed how beautiful it was 'its beautiful'  said Bestle  "how about I turn 'you' into a piece of treasure now what do you say will you pick it up and  give it to me?"
Upon closer inspection there seemed to be an inscription on the chalice, the windblower was just floating there rubbing his hands together,that was when Bestle noticed the other trinkets they seemed to be remnants of a feasting hall, the windblower was rubbing his stomach.
Bestle believed these trinkets were useless to him so he started picking up all the trinkets and giving them to the windblower this was obviously making him very happy, very happy indeed.
Bestle was surprised to see the windblower start to eat the trinkets, this was making him big and bloated and scary it would burp and spew up bits of trinket and chew on the larger ones until unfortunately the windblower ended up eating to many trinkets floating to the ground and sleeping there, it was its snoring that scared Bestle the most then the fairy lights returned, Bestle ran like the wind.
The lights pursued Bestle for days, he had to steal a horse, perhaps if he still had those trinkets he could afford one but the lights were chasing him and if he couldn't get away he didn't know what would happen, he had a few ideas but they were all unpleasent for all he knew there could be more of them everywhere and what would they do 'tear him in half or start beating him to death and what happened to the windblower' he did not know.
The lights were hungry and their deity had gorged itself to sleep if they couldn't wake him up soon they too will fall asleep and they needed to feed.
The one with the magical properties yes he would do nicely but they had to catch him first, step one find the lost mage , step two eat the lost mage, step three wake up the windblower.
If the lights of the windblower go out there is a chance they will not wake up or be alight again, their search was desperate and their light was fading and the wind was getting weaker without wind they could not move freely and would basically amble around the same spot that was when the wind picked up again and they resumed their search.
Bestle was hiding in a tree the tallest one he could find and his horse was exhausted it was nightime that was when he saw the lights appear they were far away but not far away enough by any means.
As the lights grew closer Bestle recieved a tap on the shoulder the first thing he noticed was something pointing at his horse the stranger was telling him that it would be no use that the horse was useless, then he brandished a flute and the tree was illuminated as the wind was heard floating through the tree.
The lights stopped, they could sense a change in the air they were being seperated and were starting to snore, it was a loud cataclysmic noise, to Bestle's dismay the lights started bouncing toward him at high speed, the sound was terrifiying, then the tree went dark and the lights stopped.
Bestle's tree friend's eyes started blinking and flickering  he was knocked out of the tree and his flute broke during the fall "come and eat me ," he yelled once he was standing up.
Bestle landed beside him and picked up the flute it mended at once, he handed it to his friend.
He started to play,then the end of the flute was bitten off Bestles stolen horse ran off at that time, something took a bite out of the tree Bestle was hiding in,that was when the chomping sound began.
I bite what I like, your dinner tonight, your right in my sight, I woke up and took flight, so fight with my light, their right at your height, were shining so bright, the mage I ignite.
They were both blinded temporarily, then the windblower was back he was summoning more fairies and spewing out wind when the lights grabbed Bestles ally and started dragging him towards the windblower that was when the wind reversed and the windblower was consuming the tree elves soul.
That was when Bestle mended the flute again he blew with all his might and the wind reversed, Bestles tree friend went sprawling, he got up and climbed the tree as the lights raced up after him.
Once he was at the top of the tree the windblower took another bite and Bestle blew the flute again then the tree bit back "its enchanted," yelled the tree dweller "blow the flute again the tree will win."
The lights were drawn like magnets to the tree they would become attatched to the tree and soak into the wood, the tree dweller broke off a piece of enchanted wood and lept from the top of the tree the windblower looked up as the tree dweller rammed the piece of wood down its throat.
The windblower just floated there trying to eat the enchanted wood but it was having difficulty and seemed to be falling asleep again lights would appear and spark out just as soon as they would be summoned, gradually the windblower did sink into the ground, they thought they had won then the flute started playing on its own.
Bestle tried breaking the flute but it wouldn't then it got hot and he threw it on the ground, a tree branch reached out for the flute next and the tree was ignited then a number of fairy lights broke free, they started tearing the tree apart the tree dweller started to cry.
Then the lights grabbed Bestle again and started slamming him into the tree knocking him out, the tree was burning and being torn apart by the fairy lights, a large branch fell of and burnt to cinders on the ground just beside Bestle.
The tree dweller stopped crying but his robe was on fire, he dropped out of the tree again and he picked up the flute and blew it from the opposite end as the tree finally crumbled to embers.
The lights merged with the remains of the burning tree that was on the ground when the windblower emerged wreathed in smoke he was finding it difficult to breath.
The tree dweller lunged at the windblower in a ball of fiery flame when the inferno began, they wrestled with each other in the fire when the wind grabbed bestle and started drawing him towards the fire.
The flute turned into a pole like weapon and the tree dweller started striking the the wind blower with it he started knocking trinkets and jewellery out of it very valuable ones, they both seemed impervious to the flame when Bestle got closer.
The tree dweller lande the final blow when the whirlwind emerged and put the fire out scattering the trinkets and jewellery everywhere the windblower was gone and now the treasure was his.
Magical Treasure.
They decided that one of them has the jewellery while the other had the trinkets, Bestle went with the jewellery whilst the tree dweller gathered up all the trinkets there was also a broken crown but it was also burnt Bestle crushed it with his foot.
The tree dweller bid him farewell and good fortune then disapeared, he ended up manifesting in a tower on a mountain what he called his 'lighthouse' whenever he would ascend to the top of his lighthouse he would be able to locate any fairylights anywhere and if he did he would absorb it into his soul.
The first piece of jewellery was an ear ring when he put it in his ear his vision was enhanced he tried focusing on the other pieces of jewellery and he could hear them tinkle he could also see in the dark.
The other ones basically enabled him to use magic or a psychic authority, moving objects, manipulating the elements and other stuff that he would have to learn, it came at a price though every time he tried to do something he would get weak water seemed to do the trick though everytime he would see water he would gather it in his magic gourd, drinking it felt wonderful, he had an affinity for water and he was hungry time to hunt some magic.
He spotted a lizard an enormous one it was green and red it looked poisonous, he obviously couldn't take it out with his bare hands so he would employ magic, but why? he couldn't eat it but it might aid his magic.
Bestle tried knocking it over and the lizard groaned, he tried blinding it and it shook its head, he tried breaking its leg when the lizard noticed him and charged he deflected the lizard and it did a backflip the lizard charged again and this time the backflip broke it's neck then the small ones charged.
Bestle focused on his foot and it started to sink he wasn't focusing hard enough when the small lizards attacked, they had poisonous fangs and there was four of them, Bestle tried to avoid them and his ankle broke at that very moment the lizards seemed to feel it too they were broken but now Bestle had to heal himself.
Firstly Bestle got his foot out of the ground and it started to tinkle he hopped towards the enormous lizard.
The poison wasn't poisonous to Bestle it was wonderful he extracted all he could from the lizard and consumed some this was when the real magic began.
The lizard was getting bigger and growing wings it asked him to climb on to its back it took some difficulty with his foot but once he was on he seemed stable enough, hold on to your mind said the new lizard because we are gonna get high.
Soon enough they were up in the sky and Bestle was hallucinating they were being followed by bats to start with then the bats turned into spears the lizard knocked them away with it's tail except for one now Bestle was holding an enchanted spear the lizard went higher.
Pierce the sky, tear it asunder said the lizard Bestle launched the spear but instead of piercing the sky it continued downward the lizard flew down after it.
As they descended the spear froze up and stopped, Bestle grabbed it again and he shuddered the whole world seemed to be freezing including the lizard then they dropped.
So instead of piercing the sky the spear managed to freeze them instead and they continued dropping until they eventually hit the surface, the lizard smashed upon impact, fortunately Bestle landed in a lake the problem was the lake froze up and Bestle was at the bottom of the lake and he had been impaled by a spear.
That was when the fish started to move and they were moving towards him, the fish were glowing now and they started banging into each other when the enormous fish came along, it bit the spear first and pulled it out of Bestle then it started swimming, it was breaking all the ice Bestle floated up to the surface.
Bestle surfaced and found the remains of the lizard they were mostly melted now but there was a huge symbol on the ground an arrow if you will a beautiful precious one, then Bestle realised it wasn't just an arrow it was a missile an explosive one, Bestle hoisted it over his shoulder and continued in the direction of the arrow.
Bestle stopped again for a rest he put the missile down as well he thought he knew how it worked all you had to do was aim it at something and it should fire on its own this made the missile very volatile and dangerous Bestle was unsure of how effective the blast would be also.
He was still on the path of the arrow when he came to three arrows with a sign saying 'highly explosive danger beware' the arrows were orange, red and yellow then they started flashing Bestle started backing off when they started flashing quicker it was a land mine Bestle dropped the missile and ran.
The explosion went off like a magical cracker, when it set the missile off, it blasted off into the air and continued towards the horizon leaving a trail of huge big sparks behind it.
It took Bestle weeks to find the missile, during that time he would use his abilities to get food and collect more lizard serum he would consume a small drop and hone his skills he was getting better but there was more to learn.
Bestle invoked a magical cracker it was the same as the land mine but bigger and colourful it was effectively a destruction spell Bestle destroyed a boulder at the bottom of a hill it revealed an entrance Bestle went inside.
This was the location the missile struck there were depictions of arrows and explosions on the walls and unfortunately a bomb this was no missile, it was going to destroy everything and there was a clock on one of the walls, the bomb was going to explode in half a day what Bestle didn't know was that it was a magical bomb it was going to release a horde of fairy lights hundreds of them and they were angry the hill was the equivalent of a wasp nest and was about to blow.
It took Bestle half a day to reach a forest, he had found more tree dwellers a forest full of them, he explained himself to the sentinels that were aiming their bows at him he also told them about the other tree dweller that he had met, a group of tree dwellers came out to meet him.
There wasn't much time so their meeting was held, they exchanged all they knew about the windblower and they told Bestle that they had erected more lighthouses, they had also harnessed a number of these fairy lights and turned them into wards these came in a number of forms but there was not enough time to go into detail right now, the forest was effectively a magnet to the lights but they had to evacuate first and time was short.
The tree dwellers left the forest single file as the hill exploded then they started running, hopefully the trees would absorb the lights before they reached the tree dwellers but they were running now anyway and it was getting dark, Bestle remained behind with the strongest tree dwellers they handed Bestle a ward and withdrew their own ones, they could see the lights in the dark now there looked to be around fifty of them they were banging into each other and rolling around on the ground Bestle could smell them on the wind, they were also making a buzzing noise Bestle put his hands over his ears and noticed that his allies were doing the same, no matter how hard they tried they could not stop the noise or the smell, the lights regrouped and attacked as the lights got closer Bestle heard the familiar notes of a flute, the windblower was awake again but needed air and soon or it would get angry and if the windblower got angry the lights would too it was their mission to restore the windblower although they had to get through Bestle first.
The first lights bounced of the forest like globes/balls Bestle and shattered, the next wave grabbed one of the treedwellers and dragged him away from the others when the flute got louder they tried to catch their ally but the lights were too quick there was another explosion in the distance and the flute got louder again the lights were retreating with Bestles stolen ally, Bestle heard a loud crashing sound it turned out to be trees breaking, the wards upon the trees were exploding now as well,the treedwellers were in utter confusion and a number of them were wounded, when a lighthouse appeared in the distance, it was still dark and Bestle could see it absorbing the lights in the distance,Bestle thought victory was certain before he was impaled by the flute he dropped to his knees and tried to heal himself,the windblower was approaching.
The windblower withdrew the flute from behind Bestle and kicked him onto the ground and told him that his lights were gone all he had left was this flute so he started to play.
To Bestle it sounded like being blown to pieces one piece at a time, then the windblower started laughing which sounded worse,his final light appeared and he fed it to Bestle,the sound was coming from within him now it was an internal struggle against the windblower,he focused all his energy on the flute.
Bestle woke up and could see that the windblower itself was impaled by the flute,behind the windblower was the first treedweller Bestle had encountered he withdrew the flute and blew one single note.
The windblower was no longer laughing then it started to dance, slowly at first then quicker and quicker until it could take no more, the treedweller blew the final note on the flute when the flute absorbed the windblower, there was no more windblower after that, then Bestle spoke to the treedweller.
He offered him two options, Bestle could live in the lighthouse with him or he could keep the flute, Bestle considered this for some time when the dwellers that fled started returning it was morning now and the first survivors had returned to see that their forest was destroyed.
The flute was meant to be a war horn, Bestle's treedweller friend had noticed something dark while he was staying in his lighthouse, the treedweller believed it to be an all consuming void, with most of the light sucked out of this world it had grown stronger and the treedweller believed that his beloved lighthouse would crumble if Bestle went back to it they might be able to preserve it but not for very long they decided to lead the remaining treedwellers to war.
That was when the sun went out.
That was when the stars came out.
Fortunately they could see again but not very well, Bestle would have to blow the horn so they could regroup, everytime he did this a star would appear, everytime they got lost it would disappear they eventually got tired of this and Bestle ran ahead they could still see the horn was illuminated as Bestle ventured forth, the treedwellers eventually lost sight of the horn when the star dropped.
The star had landed on Bestle and he felt as though he had been hit by a meteor he got to his feet and noticed that the horn was floating away, the horn was playing tricks on him whenever he got within reach of it the horn would disappear the other problem was that it was pitchblack, Bestle wanted to return to the others when the shouts got closer, the treedwellers had found their way in the dark.
They formed a circle around the horn and bound it, then the lighthouse emerged from the ground although this one was bigger, as it climbed towards the sky the other stars started dropping, they looked like different pieces from the same weapon, when they hit the ground they were still illuminated although they had landed in different places, Bestle asked the treedwellers if they would be able to help him collect the shards, they said they would but this was as far as they would go after that, they would remain at the lighthouse.
They collected all seven shards and brought them into the the light cast by the tower, they placed the pieces in front of Bestle then they left him to his own as they entered the tower, they were safe from the darkness here and here they remained.
When Bestle inspected the shards he noticed that they were some rare form of metal, he decided to call it star metal because that was what it looked like, once had pieced it together (this took some time) it attached itself to Bestle in the form of a helmet and a staff, they were both magnetic towards other stars that have fallen that he had not seen, without this he would never be able to make it towards the final darkness,he had to collect more stars judging by how strong the magnetism was but the darkness was pulling as well, Bestle let go of the staff and it flew of into the darkness and the helmet got heavy.
Bestle tried stomping the helmet but it was just as elusive as the horn had been, every stomp would miss and every time he picked it up it would attach itself to him, he eup and let the helmet pull him towards the closest magnet,this was the equivalent of being dragged into the darkness 'head first'.
He hit the magnet and fortunately the helmet broke,all it had brought him was a one way trip into the darkness and he was glad to be rid of it,he gave it a final stomp and it was broken entirely that was except for the star dust that got everywhere but that got picked up by the wind and blown away, the wind reminded Bestle of the windblower and he shuddered he looked around scanning the area for any fairies or anything and his heart sank there was a ball of light coming at him at full speed then wind peared and the light went flying in the opposite direction he cheered with joy the roken it somewhaten rebuked.
And the magnet turned out to be a windmill its main purpose was to cosume darkness and restore order but the instance with the light had broken it somehow.
Bestle eventually repaired the wind mill when the arms started rotating quickly,then a clock started ticking Bestle's firstimpression was that the windmill would explode his second was that the world was ending when the windmill started whispering to Bestle it started telling himthat he was safe from the windlower for now but the darkness was worse.
The windmill had stopped for a while it would try to start up again but couldn't it was failing entirely the last thing that it whispered to Bestle was that he should be able to succeed by following the correct path one led to ultimate destruction by the windblower or the ultimate detruction of the darkness.
By turning back Bestle would meet the Windblower, by venturing forth Bestle would confront the final battle, Bestle looked back and saw a beautiful magic light, Bestle looked forward and was scared it was like leaping into a void, the windmill asked one more time for Bestle to prepare himself and crumbled altogether Bestle was staring at the light.
Bestle decided preparing himself would propably include getting ready to jump into the void and he resisted the light, his magical abilities seemed to be gone and now it was time to become a hero just this one last time would he be able to return to the light when something nudged him forth, he spun around and found another fairy light they both crashed into the void.
One of Bestles eyes could see darkness and the other would see light, it was like being confronted by the universe itself, half of Bestle wanted to manipulate the darkness whilst the other wanted to harness the light, it was an internal struggle he would never win he was being torn in half again.
He saw an image of the clerics fighting the 'SOLDIERS' then they were swept away and he could remember flying on the lizard but the lizard was dead now, then he remembered the windblower and his eye nearly exploded, his memory was warping and he was having delusions of being able to manipulate light and dark so he started wondering if this was just an illusion or could he really do it then he exploded.
There were two worlds now the final war between the clerics and the soldiers 'light verse dark' Bestle soul had been released and had ascended in front of them up to the stars the clerics were cheering and rejoicing because of this whilst the soldiers released a volley of arrows the size of spears they blocked out the sky as they rained down upon the clerics but they all fell short.
Then came the cleric counter attack possibly one of the most common spells learnt by the clerics called 'seperate' the volley of arrows was too lethal the clerics had decided so they summonded a barrier between the light and the dark hoping it would buy them some time the 'soldiers' were just too ferocious.
The barrier was called the 'bad rain' it could infect your mind by hearing it and if it touched you it was just like acid it held the soldiers off for weeks, unfortunately a couple of clerics were infected and they ran off into the rain and melted, the rain was just one of the side effects of trying to summon the barrier and doesn't last forever either, the rain subsided.
A number of soldiers had been disfigured by the rain, they had been traveling through it, when they finally reached the clerics they looked like zombies all they did was scare the clerics and inform them that the soldiers were summoning every single cleric they killed and turning them into creatures/monsters psychotically insane ones, which in effect would turn upon the other clerics, there were two types of insanity the first would affect the clerics form, changing them from a good old cleric into a sentinel they could not move they would just impede their magic, and they looked so scary that all the clerics were afraid of them, fortunately it would wear off in a couple of days although once they had started moving it would take them days to catch up, the second form were agressive they had only one attack but had failed to kill a single cleric because the clerics would anticipate their move before they attacked if this was the case they would restore the cleric to what he once was, the attacks mounted by the soldiers were effective but not magical at this point, the clerics were waiting for their friends to catch up when the rain started again they fled towards the closest thing they could find which turned out to be a group of 'soldiers'.
The rain stopped the instant they saw each other and the clerics noticed that they had a prisoner chained up, the prisoner was Bestle the 'soldiers' threw him towards the clerics and said that they had drained all of the magic out of him and that they could try and heal him if they wanted but it wouldn't do much good because the war was almost over for they were about to cut the clerics down where they stood.
Bestle coughed up a crystal and spat it onto the ground he had been saving it the whole time they had tormented him and now it was released the 'bad rain' was working horizontally now, the clerics in affect were releasing their own magic at the same time and it was working until the 'soldiers' started avoiding the worst parts of the rain and grabbed Bestle again they were partially melted now all of the 'soldiers' were but when they crushed the crystal 'bad rain' stopped forever, Bestle started convulsing the instant they touched him and as they dragged him away from the clerics they swore they would end this.
The 'soldiers' were in bestial form now and they were far quicker than the clerics were the only thing the clerics had on their side now was the glass formations they found along the way, they were effectively looking globes but everytime they tried all they would see was disgusting beasts bearing Bestle away into the darkness.
So they would look everytime they found a formation and started losing hope until they found a particularly large one they cracked it open and Bestle fell out, the beasts had been decieved the clerics heard them bellow as they turned around to charge at the clerics.
On the ground there was a shard of glass that looked like a flute.
The beasts had gained a lot of momentum by now but had started tripping over sometimes occasinally one would smash like it was glass and they would slow down a bit Bestle continued playing the flute and the clerics were watching them drop one by one.
Once the final beast had smashed the war was over the clerics had won and Bestle was still alive after that they swore that they would protect him as long as he would become their king Bestle grew into a great king and learned the art of light magic he would teach it to the clerics and they in turn would dedicate their souls to the kingdom, until the fairies attacked again.
The descendants of the WindBlower.
Great king Bestle strode towards the biggest strongest fairy he could see and drew his sword neither of them were afraid but the way it was bouncing seemed to indicate strength four more faries came bouncing along at that point and king Bestle was surrounded they acted in the same manner as the first lights he had encountered except they were stronger and they were dragging him in the same direction directly towards a bigger stronger fairy it was huge and it was holding two chains.
The fairies eventually overwhelmed king Bestle and chained him up then they started bashing him king Bestle would lose conciousness then wake up and realise that he was a prisoner again the clerics were asleep so they wouldn't be able to help him and the chains were very strong he struggled but it would do no good.
They dragged him for a day or two until they reached a cemetary the gate creaked when they opened it and you could feel the ghosts move, the fairies in effect were just nicer forms than the ghosts that sleep here and they woke up when they heard the gate, king Bestle could hear them whisper they were telling him that he would be safe here if he wanted to stay and that he could sleep as long as he wanted sleep until he was dead.
So king Bestles soul left his body for the last time and no he would never be dead, the souls in the cemetary were good people they had just been here for a long time, living in the cemetary as a ghost was wonderful, you could float as high as you wanted and the dreams, well all of the ghosts dreamt they dreamt of being alive and king Bestle dreamt along with them the only bad thing was that if anyone found the cemetary  they would have to become a ghost as well that meant no more body just living as a ghost and sleeping and dreaming.
The clerics woke up and found that their king was gone so they set out to find this cemetary.
Along the path they followed they found relics and elements of an ancient graveyard they were not misleading either they seemed to lead the clerics in the exact direction they had to go although the closer they got to the graveyard the ghosts would get stronger.
They passed rough hewn graves and skeletal remains along this path and the wind was cold as it spoke to the clerics, the voices in the wind were telling the clerics that this the final part of their journey then they would hear a gate open.
When they saw the gate their spirits sunk there was a big huge lock on it and there was a ghost sleeping on the outside of the graveyard, they noticed another ghost sleeping by a tree and another one sleeping in the tree.
The clerics tried to communicate with Bestle and he heard, king Bestle spoke so softly that other ghosts wouldn't hear and appeared to the clerics.
They saw the most majestic king ever and king Bestle was enormous he was taking up the whole entire graveyard and was as tall as the trees he told the clerics that this was a good place and now he was bound to it and he couldn't leave, that was when the sentinels woke up and the gate swung open king Bestle beckoned for the clerics to enter, and as their tears dropped flowers sprung up in their place and the sentinels started to materialize and as their tears dropped more flowers would materialize and the ghosts started to sing in harmony with each other and as king Bestles tears dropped the graveyard turned from a graveyard into a beautiful garden and as the voices came together the birds arrived and joined the chorus.
Once the garden had grown to its full beauty king Bestle ruled as the true king over the garden forever  whenever the choirs would sing in unison the king would be happy and the dischord had been broken for ever and ever until the trees were as high as the mountains and when the sun would rise and the moon would follow and beneath the moon the twilight would dance upon the garden as does the sunlight dance upon the earth.