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Prologue: Searching For An Answer
Prologue: Searching For An Answer
His evil had spread throughout the continent of Farlonia. He was pleased, yes,
very pleased at the work he had accomplished. He relaxed comfortably on his throne.
The magnificent throne was carved out of onyx, as black as a moonless night, and
trimmed with a golden border. The arms of his throne were inlaid with two skulls, a large
His throne room was no less magnificent. The floor was also of polished onyx,
shining from the dim glow of few torches that lit the room. At first glance, the torches
would seem normal, but upon closer inspection, one would find out that the flame was lit
inside of a skull, the top of which had been sliced off so the flame could freely shine. A
long red rug ran from the foot of the throne to great, dark, polished, mahogany doors at
which seemed to blend in to with the dark polished floor and the black throne. The dog
was only noticeable when the smallest amount of light hit its eyes, which gleamed like
two yellow orbs. He stoked the dogs’ head contentedly, which had been his only true and
loyal companion since he had been a street urchin in the desert city of Shalondrin in the
There was one question that puzzled him though: What should he conquer next?
There were so many to choose from: Should it be the elves that dwell in the lush green
forests of the Forgotten Woods to the west? Or maybe it should be the dwarves that
dwell inside their rich and magnificent homes in the Kelfradrim Mountains to the east. Or
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perhaps one of the few “free” human settlements that have been giving him so much
Suddenly, there is a knock on the throne room’s giant, mahogany door. Reaper
began to growl its low, deep growl, the growl of an animal that was not afraid to kill.
Breathlessly, the man pushed through the giant mahogany doors. “My… lord,” he
“This had better be important, Bors, you remember what happened the last time
you interrupted my private thoughts…” he let his gaze drift down to Bors’ three-fingered
“M-m-my l-l-lord,” Bors stammered, knowing all too well what his master’s
ferocious dog would do to him, “Salador has sent an emissary on behalf of the offer that
Bors gulped. “The emissary says that Salador will never bow to you my lord.
They said they would die fighting before they ever bow down to you.”
He sat there on his throne digesting this information. He knew that Salador would
not agree to the treaty due to the valor of famous Knights of the White Bear. But it did
not matter; Salador would bow to him, whether they did peacefully, or by force. He
preferred force.
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“Send the emissary in, or you shall find yourself short another finger,” he stated in
one of the calmest, coldest voice that Bors had ever heard his master speak.
“Y-y-yes, my lord.”
Bors left the throne room with great haste. Reaper looked at his master, who in
turn nodded to him. Reaper got up and stalked silently to the side to where he was no
longer visible.
Bors entered a short while later, leading the emissary from Salador in with a chain
around his neck. His guards had seemed to have a little fun with the emissary, who had
both of his eyes blackened, and multiple cuts on his face. The emissary’s clothes were
torn and shredded in multiple places, showing even more cuts and bruises. His golden-
brown hair was matted down with blood and sweat. He noticed a magnificent scabbard
that was attached on his belt, though the sword that had once hung there was gone,
probably taken by one of his guards as a keepsake. He would have to track that guard
down and punish him for taking what was probably a magnificent sword. He liked
attractive things…
But despite all of the bruises, cuts, and wounds on this emissary, he could sense
the air of dignity that still surrounded this man. The emissary’s piercing green eyes
seemed to be sizing him up. They seemed to notice everything about the black, polished
armor that was trimmed with gold, seeming to try and find some kind of weak point.
They lingered on the great jeweled, vicious looking, two-headed battleaxe that was
He and the emissary locked eyes for a long while, each continuously sizing the
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“But,” Bors began.
As quick as flash of lighting, he held Bors by the throat, hoisting him several feet
off of the ground. In Bors ear, he whispered menacingly, “I grow tired of this little game
Bors.” His grip began to tighten on Bors’ throat. “Yes, very tired.” The grip tightened
some more. Bors was gasping for air now. “Do you understand me?” Bors tried to nod.
“I said do you understand me.” Bors’ eyes were beginning to bulge from the lack of
oxygen, but he mustered all of the strength he could and nodded forcefully. He threw
Bors across the room to the doors, who scrambled up and ran from the room.
He calmly turned to the emissary, who had not blinked during the entire episode.
He walked to the throne, and sat down. The emissary continued to watch his every move.
He sighed. “I had hoped that Salador would come peacefully.” An evil glint
flashed across his cold, grey eyes. “Such a beautiful city, I would hate to see it destroyed
Anger flashed across the emissary’s eyes. “How do you know that Salador will
fall to you? Our warriors will fight until the very last breath! They are some of the best in
all of Farlonia.”
He laughed. “You may have some of the best warriors in all of Farlonia, but I
have the rest of them. Another reason to surrender peacefully. I would have use for
Anger had passed the emissary. Now all that shone in his eyes was that of pure
hatred. In a raspy voice broken by the hatred he felt, he said, “Again, I reiterate to you,
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the brave and valorous Knights of the White Bear will never fight for the likes of you,
you scum!”
Cold anger flashed across his eyes. “You apparently do not understand your
situation, do you?”
He snapped his fingers and the torches flared. The emissary’s eyes widened in
horror at what was hanging on the walls. On the walls were the corpses of other
emissaries from other cities and provinces around Farlonia. Elves, Dwarves, Humans,
Halflings, and even several centaurs hung from the walls around the room. All of them
were emissaries that had brought him the news that their cities and provinces would not
Without being noticed, he slipped from his throne and whispered in the emissary’s
ear, “Do you wish to join them on my wall?” The emissary felt the point of a dagger
against his spine. The emissary closed his eyes… Did he? Did he wish to join the rest of
the emissaries on the wall, as a warning to show future emissaries the penalty for not
joining him? The emissary felt himself shaking with fear, and then he heard the low
growl, and noticed for the first time, the gigantic three-headed dog, six yellow orbs
“One statement is all you need say: Yes, Salador will join you, o Master of
Darkness, or…” he let his voice drift off, knowing that the emissary knew quite well the
other choice.
The emissary was frightened. He had never been more frightened in his life.
Should he desert his city, his beautiful Salador, and save his own life? Or should he keep
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his word to his king and tell him that Salador will never help him, therefore sacrificing
The emissary jerked quickly to the left, pulling a concealed dagger from his boot
“You have made your decision then.” He snapped his fingers and the floor
collapsed underneath the emissary. The emissary fell with a scream that ended with the
sickening sound of flesh being skewered on large spikes that were at the bottom of the
pit. He looked into the pit and shook his head. The emissary was skewered all the way
through in his chest and in one of his legs. His head was set in an awkward angle, his
He had his answer then. He knew that Salador would be his next victim. This
had been a productive meeting after all. He whistled, and Reaper came padding over to
him, all three heads panting happily at the emissary being murdered. He smiled at
Reaper, the only living creature in the world that he would smile kindly to. “Come,” he
said, “let’s find the person who took our friend’s sword.”
With that, he left the throne room, the mahogany doors reverberating as he closed
them, Reaper following closely behind him. In the pit, the sound of clicking pincers
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Chapter 1: Choosing One’s Path
Aiden grunted as he swung his father’s large woodcutting axe, splitting the rather
large piece of lumber in one swing. He leaned back, wiping the sweat from his brow that
had formed due to the blazing noonday summer sun. Aiden stretched his tall lean frame,
his muscles starting to ache due to the strain of his father’s axe.
Aiden was a young man, only eighteen. He had short, neatly cut brown hair, with
the beginnings of a small beard appearing on his chin. Around his head, there was a red
cloth tied, the ends of it dangling down his back. His blue eyes shone in the afternoon
In his village, he was old enough to leave his father’s home and travel the world
abroad, or he could remain in the village to continue his family’s practice, but he had still
not decided what he should do with his life. He wanted to travel to the nearby city of
Salador and become on of the famous Knights of the White Bear, though he wasn’t sure
he could, as his father was getting old, and someone would have to look after the farm
Perhaps his sister’s husband, that is, if she could find a husband, would be able to
take over the farm, which was a short walk from the small village of Norman’s Hollow, if
he left. No, his father wouldn’t likely allow someone outside of the immediate family
take over the land he had owned for most of his life.
Aiden sighed and set another block of wood on the chopping block. He lifted the
heavy axe and prepared for another swing, when he heard a familiar voice.
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Aiden turned and smiled as his two best friends in the world approached him.
Victor Belvin hopped the fence, grinning ear to ear. Victor was the same age as Aiden,
although he was about two inches shorter than Aiden. He had short brown hair, although
he usually wore a wide-brimmed hat on his head, which he said added an air of mystery
to him, although most people in the village just laughed at him for it. Aiden noted that he
was also wearing his customary leather vest over his white shirt and his father’s hunting
bow was slung over his shoulder, which he was fairly skilled at using, though Aiden was
better at shooting a bow which Victor constantly denied. He was also quite lazy as he
would rather fish than do chores, but he usually got his work done, as long as it didn’t
interfere with his “daily plans,” which in essence meant his chores almost never were
completed. Victor also wanted to go to the large, majestic city of Salador to join the
Knights of the White Bear and go behind enemy lines as a double agent, though Aiden
told him he would actually have to work instead of lying around all day.
Aiden’s other friend, an elf by the name of Kelindril, entered the farm by the gate
instead of hopping over the fence. His family had moved to the small village of
Norman’s Hollow from the Forgotten Woods around seven years ago to set up a small
shop that specialized in making exquisite jewelry. Kelindril was the shortest of the
group, being about an inch shorter than Victor and had long, golden-blonde hair that was
braided over his ears. His face was sharp and angular, his bright, blue eyes sparkling in
the afternoon sun. He had an air of elegance about him; something that only an elf would
ever be able pull off effectively due to the nobility of the elven race. Kelindril wanted to
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“And I’m guessing that your chores have been completed for once then?” Aiden
remarked, raising an eyebrow as he hoisted the axe and rested it on his shoulder.
Victor shrugged. “Whatever you say my elven friend, whatever you say.”
Aiden and Kelindril laughed. That was one of Victor’s greatest gifts in Aiden’s
opinion, being able to make people laugh, and that was why Aiden liked Victor so much.
Victor suddenly got very serious, which surprised Aiden. Victor took a deep
Those three words hit Aiden harder than anything had ever hit him in his life.
Aiden was waiting for Victor to start laughing, but by the look in both Victor’s and
join the Knights of the White Bear.” Victor looked at Aiden and saw pain in his eyes.
“Yes, yes I understand.” Aiden paused and took a deep breath to steady himself.
“When.” he paused and took a deep breath, “When are you leaving?”
Kelindril would not look Aiden in the eye. “We’re leaving at the break of dawn
tomorrow.”
One day? That was all the time that Aiden had left with his best friends? “Do
you guys want to do something before you leave? I can finish my chores later.”
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Victor shook his head sadly. “I wish we could Aiden, but we have to finish
Aiden looked at his friends, who wouldn’t look him in the eye anymore. “Well, I
“Aiden…”
glanced back and saw Victor and Kelindril shake their heads and walk out the front gate.
“I’ll be there,” he called. When they turned around, a confused look on their faces, he
clarified. “When you leave. I’ll be there. Don’t leave until I get a chance to say
goodbye.”
Victor and Kelindril smiled. “We won’t leave until you say goodbye. We
promise.”
Aiden nodded and his friends walked off. Unbeknownst to Aiden though, his
Aiden lifted the heavy axe and he was suddenly filled with hate at his friends.
Why did they get to go to Salador and fulfill their lifelong dreams? Why did they get to
go and explore the world while he was to remain in the small boring village of Norman’s
Hollow? He cut the wood with fury, not caring if he splintered the wood. He found
comfort in cutting the wood; releasing his anger and making him feel better. He did not
feel the splinters the wood shot at him when he struck too hard. He only felt his muscles
as they lifted and the axe and swung down, hearing only the satisfying crack as the wood
split.
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He did not stop until his father came out of the house and told him to wash for
dinner. Aiden put the axe in the tool shed and silently walked into the house, not
smelling the roasted duck and potatoes that his sister had spent most of the afternoon
making. He walked right past the family’s old sheepdog Bear without a glance in its
direction, much to the annoyance of Bear. Aiden untied his headband, took a washcloth
Aiden ate in silence that night, not even tasting the duck and potatoes. His sister
and father watched him, though he didn’t notice. He left the table after he was finished
He lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. How he wanted to
travel with his friends to Salador and fulfill his own dreams! But he knew that would not
He was shaken from his thoughts as he heard a knock on his door. He got off his
bed slowly and opened his door. His father was at the door. Gram was a middle-aged
man with graying hair. Even though he was getting old in years, his blue eyes still shone
with youth.
“I saw you talking to Victor and Kelindril today son,” Gram said. “Did they need
anything?”
Aiden shook his head. “No. They just said that they were leaving for Salador in
the morning. Victor and Kelindril are going to join the Knights of the White Bear.
Gram sat staring at the floor, deep in thought. Finally, he looked at his son. “Go
with them.”
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Aiden’s expression was one of shock. Had his father just told him to go with his
“I said that you should go with them. I know it’s your dream to join the Knights
Gram smiled. “Don’t worry about that son. Your sister will probably be getting
Aiden was overcome with emotions. He hugged his father and buried his head in
Gram’s shoulder. Gram patted Aiden on the back. Aiden lifted his head, a grin on his
face.
“I need to pack! The guys are leaving at dawn tomorrow!” Aiden tried to stand,
“I’ve already packed your rucksack. But there’s something I need to give you.”
Gram left the room and returned a short while later carrying a large, black leather
case. Gram handed the case to Aiden and took pleasure in seeing his son’s jaw drop as he
opened and gazed into the case. There were two items in the case. The first object that
caught Aiden’s eye was a marvelously crafted claymore. At the center of the silver
crosspiece, there was an image of the head of an eagle; two sapphires were in the place
where the eagle’s eyes should have been. The ends of the crosspiece came out and there
were outlines of images of feathers engraved on them to represent the wings of the eagle.
The silver hilt represented the body of the eagle, also engraved with images of feathers.
The silver pommel was divided in two sections, each section carved into shape of a pair
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of talons. The blade was finely edged, and gleamed a silver glow in the soft light of the
The other item in the box was a curved dagger. The center of the crosspiece was
also engraved with the image of an eagle, although the crosspiece, hilt, and pommel were
golden. Another difference in the design of dagger was that instead of sapphires, there
were two rubies where the eyes should have been. The ends of the crosspiece were also
engraved with images of feathers and also represented the eagle’s wings. The hilt was
also engraved with images of feathers, and like the sword, the pommel was split in two
sections, each carved into that of a talon. The curved blade was also keen-edged, its
blade also glowing brightly in the candlelight, in contrast to how the claymore softly
glowed.
Aiden’s eyes were wide as he looked to his father, who was still smiling. “How…
“I wasn’t always a farmer son. I was once a soldier, though not for Salador,”
Gram said, a glazed look in his eyes, like he was seeing into the past and reliving the
younger days of his life. “I was once a soldier in the army of a city far away called
Tolgoa. Yes, I was a commander king’s personal guard, the Knights of the Golden Eagle.
It’s much like the Knights of the White Bear, although we were better trained. The blades
were made by the elves, and they bestowed great power into them, although I have never
found the special power in them,” Gram started to blush, but cleared his throat. “The
king gave me these two blades as commemoration for when I retired from the guard, and
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Tears were streaming from Aiden’s eyes. He hugged his father. “I don’t know
what to say…”
“Just promise me one thing, you will be the best knight you can be. Protect the
weak, and defend the honor of your family and city. That is the code of the Knights of
the Golden Eagle and hopefully the White Bears think that also. Now get some sleep,
Gram got up from the bed and walked out of the room, leaving Aiden who was
still staring at his father’s blades. Aiden felt a great power emanate from the claymore,
though he could not figure out why. He pulled the blade from its sheath, which was
emblazoned with the symbol of an eagle, and felt a wave of inner peace and tranquility
wash over him. The sapphires began to glow a bright but soft blue. Aiden stared
curiously at the sapphires. Why were they glowing? He slid the blade back into the
sheath, still feeling the inner peace he felt, and picked up the dagger. He could not feel
any power emanate from the dagger. Was this just an ordinary dagger? Or was there
Aiden shook his head and lay the dagger back down. He didn’t have time to
worry about the dagger. His father was right: he needed to get some sleep.
Aiden extinguished the flame from his candle, laid his head on his soft, feather
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He was walking down the corridor in his fortress. His minions recoiled in
fear as his great black cape trailed behind him and the three-headed dog padded
after him, snarling at anyone who would not get out of his master’s way. One
goblin did not see him coming, and the last thing it felt was a great wave of pain
wash over him as the dog ripped its throat out, leaving the corpse in a pool of its
own blood. The dog’s master nodded approvingly at his great dog.
His boots echoed in the now empty halls of his great fortress, for all of his
minions ran at the sight of his scarred face and the sound of his growling dog.
He turned a corner to find a man, who recoiled in fear at the sight of his master.
“Gather the troops outside,” he said to the man. His voice was so calm,
The man relaxed and a wicked grin split his face. “Yes, my lord,” he
replied with an evil cackle. The man rushed off to gather the troops.
He walked to the balcony that he had designated as his perch, which was
several stories in the air. He gazed at his assembling army, thousands of orcs,
goblins, trolls, men, and even several hill giants were assembling. The dog sat at
his feet, its gaze following the assembling troops. When all activity below ceased,
he began.
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“My loyal soldiers,” he called out in a loud booming voice, and he
chuckled to himself at the irony of his statement because he knew that any of his
soldiers would stick a knife in his back were they given the chance, “I have made
my final decision on our conquest!” There was silence in his horde of monsters.
He prolonged his answer, making his horde anxious. “Tomorrow, we march for
Salador!”
Shouts and cheers erupted from his horde. “Call them to order again,” he
whispered to his pet. The dog let out a blood-curdling howl that brought
immediate silence to the horde. “Rest tonight my soldiers and sharpen your
blades! War is upon us, and we will crush any opposition we find along the way!
The city of Salador will crumble under our might! The fabled Knights of the
White Bear will be no more! Now rest, for there is a long march ahead of us!”
The horde let out more shouts and cheers. Yes, Salador would fall to his might,
all would go according to his plan. Yet, he could not shake the feeling he was
being watched…
Aiden woke up with a start, drenched in a cold sweat. He found it hard to breath
Who was that? What was he doing? Was something going to happen to Salador?
Questions raced through Aiden’s mind as he pondered his dream. After he calmed down,
he dismissed the dream, but he went back to bed with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his
stomach. He closed his eyes and slept the rest of the night.
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Aiden was up before dawn the next day. He ate a quick breakfast of bread and
cheese and went to saddle his horse, Flint. Aiden opened the barn and found his father in
the barn, Flint already saddled. Gram smiled at Aiden who returned the smile. Gram
handed Aiden his rucksack, which was full of supplies that he would need for the journey.
Inside there was food, a blanket, a tinderbox, and a small hatchet to cut branches for a fire
at night. Gram also handed Aiden his hunting bow and a full quiver of arrows. Aiden
took his bow and pulled the string back to make sure it didn’t need a new string, the flax
string bending easily and the rowan wood bending smoothly also. He knew his father
had put a new string on the bow, but he didn’t say anything.
He stared at his father. When will he see him again? A better question to him
though was, will he ever see him again. He hugged his father one last time and climbed
into Flint’s saddle. His father’s claymore belted over his shoulder, the dagger on his right
hip, and the quiver on his left. He slung his bow over shoulder and tied the red cloth
around his head. With a final look at his father, he kicked Flint into a trot out of the barn.
He turned his head at the gate. His father was still watching him.
“I’ll leave Flint at The Friar’s Quarry,” he called to his father, referring to the
His father nodded his head. Aiden turned his head and left the farm.
He kicked Flint into a run. They raced over the dirt path that lead from the farm
to the village of Norman’s Hollow. Aiden watched as the summer trees swayed in the
early morning breeze and how the wildflowers were starting to open their petals for the
day. It wasn’t a long ride from the farm to the village, and after about twenty minutes,
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Aiden slowed Flint to a walk as they stepped onto the cobblestone streets. Aiden
gazed around at the sleepy town. Some of the town folk were beginning to wake up from
their slumber, most notably Hans Jacobson, the village blacksmith who was beginning to
heat the bellows in his forge to start his work for the day. Some of the wives were
already up making breakfast Aiden observed as smoke rose from the chimneys on some
of the houses.
Aiden dismounted and led Flint to The Friar’s Quarry. The Friar’s Quarry was a
small inn, but it was usually the place where the men came after they finished their work
for the day to exchange stories and listen to Olav Troobel, the bard and minstrel of the
town. Aiden walked around to the back of the inn where the horses were stabled. He
gave Thomas Morton, the stable boy, a silver piece and left Flint at the stable.
Aiden walked down the cobblestone streets, the occasional villager staring in awe
at the marvelous weapons on his back and hip. Aiden found Victor and Kelindril at the
gate of the town that led to Salador. Grins broke out on their faces when they saw
Aiden’s gear, then their jaws dropped immediately when they saw his claymore and
dagger.
“Where…where did you get those?” Victor asked, his eyes transfixed on the
dagger on Aiden’s belt. He looked at Aiden’s dagger, and then at the two on his own belt,
which was not ornately carved, only plain daggers, and his face visibly drooped when he
“My father gave them to me,” Aiden replied, smiling at Victor’s famous wide-
brimmed hat.
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“What?” Aiden asked, a puzzled expression on his face.
Kelindril started like he had just come out of a trance. “Huh? Oh, don’t mind me,
“Are you guys ready to get going? It’s a long journey,” Aiden said.
Grins broke over Victor and Kelindril’s faces again. Kelindril twirled his walking
staff over his head, much to Victor’s annoyance who muttered under his breath, “Show
off…”
Aiden laughed, and the three friends started their journey to Salador where there,
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Chapter 2: Journey Through the Dark
Aiden, Kelindril, and Victor walked upon the dirt road that lead from Norman’s
Hollow to Salador. They gazed around at the peaceful forest in the early morning sun,
listening to the morning song of a nearby skylark. Yes, the forest was peaceful in the
morning. Bees were buzzing around the many wildflowers, which let off a sweet scent in
the morning. Aiden closed his eyes and let the sounds and smells of the forest wash over
him.
The three continued to hike for several hours on the road. The trees cast a shadow
over the road, giving them shade from the summer sun. At around noonday, the three
came upon a small bridge that would allow them to cross the small river the people of
Aiden and Kelindril looked at the sun. It was noonday they realized and they had
They sat down on the riverbank and enjoyed a small lunch of bread, cheese, dried
meat, and river water. After they finished eating, the three took all of their equipment off,
stretched out by the riverbank. Victor took out his reel and line and lay down by his
friends, tilting his hat over his eyes. The three were soon lulled to sleep by sound of the
When Aiden finally awoke from his nap, he found that it was night. He quickly
aroused Kelindril and Victor. Startled by Aiden’s sudden shaking, Victor rolled into the
river with a giant splash. Victor rose to the surface spluttering and spitting water from his
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mouth. He grabbed his wide-brimmed hat, which had fallen off his head after he had
fallen in the river, just before it floated out of his reach. Glaring at his friends, who were
trying to hide their laughter, he put the hat back on his head, more water pouring on his
Victor climbed onto the bank, his friends rolling with laughter. Victor grabbed a
blanket from his rucksack and draped it over himself, shivering from the cold river water.
Aiden and Kelindril regained their composure quickly and the three began to talk over
Victor snorted. “If you wanted to camp here then you shouldn’t have woken us
up,” he muttered. “That way I would still be dry and warm instead of cold and wet.”
“Well excuse me for wanting to know what we needed to do,” Aiden said,
“Well, since we are fully rested, and I am drenched, I say that we travel through
the night.”
Aiden and Kelindril looked at Victor. “Travel through the night?” Kelindril
asked.
Victor nodded his head. “We’ve lost half a day already and it’s a three day
journey to Salador from Norman’s Hollow. We should travel through the night,” he
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It was true; they had lost almost an entire day’s march due to their stop by the
riverbank. Should they travel through the night to make up for lost time? Aiden didn’t
think so.
“Victor, it’s too dark to even see the road!” Aiden argued. “How do you expect us
“Gee, I don’t know,” Victor replied, rolling his eyes. He bent down and withdrew
his tinderbox. Then he walked over to a nearby tree and broke a branch off. He tore a
strip of his blanket and wrapped it around the branch, dipped it in some oil from
Kelindril’s bag, and lit it using the tinderbox. “There,” he said, pointing to the lit torch,
Aiden blushed. He had forgotten about lighting a torch. He shook his head and
belted his equipment back on. Kelindril followed Aiden’s example and belted the finely
crafted elven knife that his parents had given him as a farewell present to his waist. He
picked up his walking staff and slung his rucksack over his back. Victor also belted his
dagger to his waist, and slung his rucksack over his back.
“Let’s go,” Victor said, walking down the road holding the torch.
The three walked over the small bridge, the torch casting eerie shadows on the
rippling water. Aiden felt uneasy traveling on the dark road. He could sense that
Kelindril felt uneasy about it too, but Victor walked along like it was broad daylight
After a while, Aiden sensed that Kelindril had not grown more comfortable
walking in the dark. He began acting as though he were being watched. Aiden too,
began to get the feeling that they were being watched. Aiden saw shadows moving in the
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forest; saw eyes in the bushes. Aiden felt his hand beginning to inch towards the
They continued to walk down the path, Victor now seeming to get the same
feeling as Aiden and Kelindril. Kelindril slipped his knife from its sheath, concealing it
in the arms of his cloak, ready to slide it out and put it to its deadly work in an instant.
From somewhere above, the sound of a mysterious bird screeched out, resembling that of
an eagle.
The claymore suddenly appeared in Aiden’s hands, who had been startled by the
sudden outburst from above. Aiden looked up and saw a silver streak flash in the sky. A
small, sneaky figure slipped from a nearby bush, a dagger shaped object in its hand.
Aiden spun around, the claymore somehow intercepting the goblin’s dagger. The
goblin let out an animal-like howl, leaping back and squaring against his opponent. The
forest seemed to come alive as more goblins erupted from their hiding places,
surrounding the three friends who had formed a back-to-back triangle to face their
opponents. Aiden readied his claymore as Kelindril readied his walking staff. Victor
Victor smiled. “Then we would have missed all of this fun!” he replied.
Aiden shook his head, eyeing the goblins, which were beginning to close their
circle in.
Kelindril suddenly leapt into motion. He twirled his staff skillfully and bashed
several goblins over the head in three quick swipes, killing them all. The goblins leapt
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back at the unexpected charge. Aiden and Victor took advantage of the confusion and
leapt into the fight. Victor jabbed with his daggers, wounding the goblin he was facing
then leapt lightly to the next goblin, slashing it across its neck. The piercing sound of a
Several goblins dropped their weapons and covered their ear, others looked into
the night sky, searching for the source of the sound. They didn’t find anything, and
Aiden swung his great claymore, the sapphire eyes glowing with the inner calm
he felt even with the odds against the three, and with every swing bringing the mysterious
screech of the eagle. The goblins backed away, afraid of this “demon blade.” Aiden
pressed his attacks, taking down more than a few goblins. Aiden heard the twang of a
Aiden spun around and saw Victor on the ground, an arrow protruding from his
left thigh. Aiden felt a flash of pain as a goblin spear slashed across the back of his legs.
Anger welled up in Aiden’s heart. The sight of his friend injured, the pain from the
goblin spear, taking away the inner calm he felt. The sapphire eyes began to dim, the
sound of the screeching eagle diminishing with every swing. With the fading of the two
blue sapphires, two red rubies began to glow. Aiden’s swings were filled with anger, and
Aiden swiftly replaced his claymore in its sheath on his back and drew the golden
hilted dagger, the ruby eyes glowing angrily. The goblins backed away in fright at the
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“Get behind me,” he shouted at his friends. Kelindril bashed a final goblin and
leapt over to Victor, protecting him from any goblin foolish enough to come within range
of Kelindril’s staff.
The goblins regained their courage with only one of their victims still fighting,
and that one with a dagger! Some of the goblins began to laugh in a low, guttural, voice.
The anger welled up within Aiden. How foolish these goblins were! First, they
ambush the group, then they injure on of Aiden’s best friends! From inside his head,
A white light surrounded the dagger. The dagger’s curved blade grew until it was
the length of a cutlass. The crosspiece of the dagger extended and wrapped around to the
pommel in a half-moon shape. The red ruby eyes glowed more intensely, like it was
pleased.
“Now, let me take care of these goblins!” the voice said in Aiden’s head.
Aiden’s anger let lose. He gave in to the command in his head, and the newly
formed cutlass seemed to come alive in Aiden’s hand. Aiden’s hand swung the cutlass in
complex forms, his body keeping perfect tempo with the quick speed of his hand. The
goblins leapt back from the ferocious attacks, Victor staring in awe at not only his
friend’s prowess with the cutlass, but at the mere fact that Aiden’s dagger had suddenly
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The voice inside Aiden’s laughed with joy. Aiden’s hand continued to weave in
complicated patterns, but now with each swing a streak of fire followed the blade. The
air was filled with fire, and unfortunately for the goblins, a sudden wind kicked in and
blew the fire into their faces, burning and killing those unfortunate enough to be caught in
the fire.
Victor stared in amazement at the spectacle, but Kelindril looked more frightened
than he had ever been in his life. He didn’t see the goblin sneaking up on him. The
goblin raised its crudely made club, but suddenly it found itself with an arrow protruding
from its throat. Kelindril spun around just as two halflings and a rather tall man crashed
through the bushes. One of the halflings carried a yew bow, and he was fitting another
arrow into the bowstring. The other halfling carried a short spear and had a lute swung
across his back. The man, powerfully built, twirled his claymore skillfully above his
The goblins, frightened at the appearance of three new adversaries, finally ran into
the woods, but not before several of the halfling’s arrows found their mark in some of the
goblins’ backs.
But Aiden was not finished with the goblins yet. He pointed the cutlass at the last
fleeing goblin. “Aegnor Glamhoth!” he commanded. A beam of fire shot from the
cutlass, enveloping the goblin. When the fire finally died down, all that was left of the
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“Sigil Malthen Thoron,” Aiden repeated obediently. The cutlass glowed white
again and shrunk back to its original size: a dagger. He replaced the dagger back in its
sheath.
Aiden turned and jumped back in surprise at seeing the man and two halflings,
having not noticed them until now. All five stared at Aiden with a different expression on
their faces, Victor staring in amazement still, Kelindril in fear, the halfling with the lute
on his back staring interestedly at Aiden, the man showing no expression on his face, and
“Umm, hello. Umm, thanks for your help,” Aiden stammered, still taken by
surprise.
“It was no problem at all, although you look like you were handling things quite
“Umm, thank you. My name is Aiden. The elf is my friend Kelindril, and the
The halfling bowed flamboyantly, sweeping his hat that had a large feather on it
off of his head. “I am Tolgion, the halfling bard.” He pointed to the other halfling. “My
friend here is Dodmic, a ranger from the north, and our silent friend here is Jamsig, who
Aiden and his friends took a good look at the group. Tolgion was the shorter of
the two halflings. He had short, curly, black hair. He wore an ornately made purple hat
on his head. The hat had a large white plume in it, and the purple cloak he wore covered
the ornately carved wooden lute on his bag. On his belt he carried a short sword and also
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Dodmic wore less flamboyant clothes, more suited to traveling. Dodmic had
short brown hair and wore a brown tunic and wore a green traveling cloak, so as to help
him blend into the forest. On his belt, Dodmic had two fighting knives and on his back
Jamsig was by far the most impressive of the three. He had short, neatly cut hair
and had a neatly trimmed goatee. He wore shining plate armor, the large, magnificent
claymore in its sheath on his back. He wore a bright red cloak, giving him an air of
royalty. What caught Aiden’s eye was the large scar that traveled down Jamsig’s face.
Jamsig turned his head when he caught Aiden staring at the scar.
Tolgion, sensing the uneasiness of his friend broke the silence. “What
magnificent blades you have, Aiden! Never have I seen such blades, although, they do
“Where are you three traveling?” Dodmic asked, checking his bowstring as he
talked.
“We are going to Salador,” Victor replied, standing up gingerly, the arrow still
Tolgion gasped at the wound. “We’ll talk later; we need to treat that wound first!
Dodmic, make a poultice with the herbs in my pack. Jamsig, we need to remove the
Jamsig approached Victor. “Sit down,” he bade him. Victor sat down, anxiety
starting to creep into his face. The first thing Jamsig did was break the arrow in half. A
flash pain shot across Victor’s face from the vibrations as the arrow snapped. Victor
gasped for air, the pain intense. “Hold your breath. I’m not going to lie to you, it will
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hurt.” Victor nodded, holding his breath and closing his eyes. Jamsig took a strong grip
on the broken shaft. “Ready?” Victor nodded his head. Jamsig dug his boots into the
ground and gave a mighty tug. The arrow came free, but it also brought forth a wave of
pain to Victor and a gush of blood. Victor screamed with the intense, fiery, pain. His
Dodmic quickly applied the poultice Victor’s wound to staunch the bleeding.
Victor began to breathe easier and his eyelids fluttered open. Victor sat up weakly,
Dodmic applied the poultice to the many scratches that Kelindril had received
during the fight. Aiden had not been injured to badly due to the dagger taking control of
his body, though he still had some small, minor, wounds he had received when he had
When the three had been patched up, they lit a small fire on the side of the road.
Tolgion brought out his lute and started to tune it. Jamsig pulled out a pipe and began to
puff on it and Dodmic was carefully inspecting every inch of bow for scratches. Aiden
lay on his back. What an exciting first day! A battle with goblins, and they had not even
left the borders of Norman’s Hollow yet! Though, one thought did bother him. Where
had that voice come from? He looked at his dagger. Was it possible that the dagger had
communicated telepathically with him? Aiden dismissed the notion, finding it ridiculous.
But still…
Kelindril continued to stare at Aiden’s blades, his eyes specifically tuned to the
dagger, his thoughts on the mysterious words Aiden had spoken. Sigil Malthen Thoron
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and Lang Malthen Thoron, the two phrases were Elvish he knew that much. Kelindril
pondered the phrases, finally coming to a conclusion. Sigil Malthen Thoron was
translated into the Dagger of the Golden Eagle, and Lang Malthen Thoron, was translated
into the Cutlass of the Golden Eagle. There was something strange and sinister about that
“So, why are you guys going to Salador?” Dodmic asked, still eyeing his bow
carefully.
Aiden looked up. “Well, we are going to join the Knights of the White Bear.”
Tolgion nodded. “Fine ambitions! We are also heading to Salador; maybe we can
join your group. It is much safer to travel in bigger groups than in smaller groups.”
Aiden, Victor, and Kelindril looked at each other. “Yes, we would be happy to
Tolgion clapped his hands together. “Excellent! We will leave in the morning.”
Tolgion nodded. “There is usually good work from Salador that pays pretty good
money. It’s a long trip, especially from Norman’s Hollow, but it’s usually worth the long
trip.”
Victor looked uneasy. “What do you mean, ‘a long trip?’ My family said that
Dodmic laughed. “Your family must have never been to Salador then! It’s about
a ten-day walk, give or take a few days depending on how fast you travel. The road is
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easy until you get to Silver Peak. The mountain is very dangerous, so it usually slows
travelers down, unless they know what they’re doing,” Dodmic added with a wink.
Victor moaned.
“Moaning isn’t going to get you anywhere,” Jamsig remarked. “Just lie down and
go to sleep. You’re going to need your energy for the journey ahead.”
Tolgion doused the campfire, Dodmic and Jamsig stood up, going to take the first
watch. As Aiden lay his head down, he heard Victor grumbling to himself, but inside his
head, he heard the voice. “I think we are going to be very good friends. Yes…very good
friends…” Aiden didn’t know why, but the thought made him very uneasy.
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Chapter 3: Influence of the Golden Eagle
Aiden awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast on a cooking fire. He sat
up and rubbed his eyes, gazing around at the small camp. Tolgion was by the fire,
finishing breakfast. Kelindril and Dodmic were deep in a conversation, Jamsig leaning
against a tree smoking his pipe. His gaze fell on Victor last, who was still asleep.
Aiden stood and stretched the morning stiffness away. His body was stiff and
sore after the skirmish the night before. He felt that it had been weeks since he was
home, when in reality they had only left the day before. Aiden shook his head and
headed towards the fire. Aiden sat by the fire and Jamsig nodded his head towards Aiden.
“Good morning,” Tolgion said cheerfully, handing Aiden a plate with some bread
and cheese on it. “Eat up, we have a long day ahead of us!”
Jamsig stood and roused Victor who snorted in reply to the vigorous shaking.
Jamsig rolled his eyes and gave Victor a sharp kick to his ribs. Victor clutched his side,
suddenly awake.
Jamsig snorted. “Is there any other way to wake you up? By the gods, I’m
surprised every tribe of goblins didn’t come after us as loud as your snoring was!”
the food, hungry after the fight the night before. When Victor and Aiden had finished
eating, the six cleaned the camp, packed all of their belongings up, and set out on the
road.
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Aiden watched as the countryside passed them on their journey. Aiden inhaled
the rich summer fragrances from the summer fauna. He watched with amusement as
Tolgion skipped along the way, tuning his lute as he walked. Kelindril and Dodmic were
still deep in a whispered conversation, keeping a short distance away from the rest.
Aiden didn’t pay any attention to them though; he was enjoying the early summer
morning. He also didn’t notice the strange looks that Victor was giving him.
The group continued to walk along the old, travel beaten, dirt road, stopping by
the side of the road around noonday to have a small meal of bread and cheese. The meal
was finished quickly, and soon they were back on the road. Tolgion began to play some
traveling tunes on his lute as they walked, much to the enjoyment of the group.
Around mid-afternoon, they came upon a bridge. Jamsig, who was at the head of
the group held out his hand, signaling the group to stop. He put a finger to his lips and
nodded towards Dodmic, who slipped quietly into the foliage around the road. Aiden
heard the faint sound of a bowstring being pulled back. Tolgion swung his lute over his
back and held his spear tightly in his grasp, is eyes darting back and forth. Kelindril took
the hint and slowly drew his dagger also, as did Victor.
Aiden slid the claymore from its sheath, the wave of inner peace flooding over
him. The blade gleamed in the sunlight, the sapphire eyes glowing softly. He heard an
of silver, Jamsig’s mighty claymore leapt into his hand. Using the momentum, he spun
around and caught an arrow that was aimed for his back, a smile creeping onto his face as
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he heard a gasp from a nearby bush. That gasp was followed by a scream of pain as
Suddenly the entire forest seemed to come alive. Men, all clad in black garments,
stepped from the forest, all with a weapon drawn. Archers had their bows trained on the
five. A tall man with an eye patch stepped from the ranks of men. He had a large
The man smirked. “There be a toll to cross this bridge,” he said. “One hundred
“How about you let us pass so that you don’t forfeit your lives,” Jamsig replied
Anger flashed across the man’s face. “Arrogant, eh?” he replied. He smirked.
“Oh well, we warned ye. Besides, I like violence better anyway.” The man raised his
Jamsig dug his feet into the ground, readying his claymore. Aiden did likewise
and Victor readied himself. Kelindril twirled his staff and Tolgion hefted his spear,
The voice had a tone of urgency in it. Aiden felt his hands moving to replace the
claymore when the battle began. Another arrow shot from the foliage nearby, hitting an
archer square in the back. Several archers looked away for a split second, though that
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Jamsig rushed forth in a flurry of flashing steel, killing one archer before turning
on his next victim. Tolgion threw his spear, and drew his sword as it found its mark in an
archer’s chest.
Arrow after arrow shot from the foliage, each coming from a different bush.
Some of the bandits began to panic as their comrades dropped by arrow or by flashing
steel. The bandit leader snarled and turned on Aiden, Victor, and Kelindril, who had not
“Let me guide your actions,” a voice said. Aiden jumped; it was not the same
voice as before, this voice was calm and serene, while the other was harsh and angry.
Aiden didn’t have time to consider the voice’s words as the bandit came closer.
Aiden readied himself. He met the bandit’s attack with a swipe of his own, an
eagle’s screech following the swipe. The man jumped back, startled by the sound. Aiden
took advantage of the bandit’s surprise and pressed an attack. Each swing brought forth
an eagle’s screech, the eyes glowing brighter as the inner calm settled in. Kelindril and
Victor decided that Aiden had everything under control and joined the fray against the
other bandits.
Aiden let the voice inside of his head take over. Aiden worked through beautiful
forms against bandit leader, who was doing everything he could to parry Aiden’s attacks.
Sword and axe met each other, steel against steel, form against form. Aiden continued to
back the bandit leader up, neither of them noticing that all the fighting had ceased as
The bandit leader suddenly dropped low, swinging the axe in hopes of hitting
Aiden’s legs. Aiden felt his feet leave the ground as he jumped over the axe. He landed
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on one foot, the other shooting out and kicking the bandit square in the jaw. Aiden heard
a sickening crunch as bone shattered from Aiden’s forceful kick. The bandit dropped
back in pain, holding his jaw, which had been shattered from Aiden’s kick, and blood was
streaming from his nose and mouth. Aiden’s assault did not stop. The sword twirled
amazing circles as Aiden advanced towards the bandit and each circle brought the scream
of the eagle.
The bandit tried to crawl away, not caring about how he had just been bested in
combat by a mere child, but just wanting to get away so that he would live to see another
day. One courageous bandit started to advance to help his master, but he was soon on the
ground with one of Dodmic’s arrows protruding from between his eyes.
The leader stopped. He tried to stand feebly, but fell down in pain. He held his
Aiden stopped and held the sword at the bandit’s neck. “Do not kill him,” the
serene voice whispered. “Let him go. There is no need to kill him.”
Aiden began to lower the blade. “NO!” the harsh voice screamed. “Run the
blade through his heart! If he did not wish to die, he should not have attacked us! Kill
him my friend!”
Aiden began to raise the blade again. The onlookers were confused at Aiden’s
actions. Lowering the blade only to bring it back up? What was going on?
Aiden could not decide. Should he kill this man or should he let him live? The
harsh voice felt Aiden’s dilemma. It decided to appeal to Aiden. “Aiden, my master,
sheath this claymore and draw me. Do you not understand? If you let him go, he will
likely kill more people! Would you like to know in your conscience that you could have
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prevented the murder of an innocent person? Yes, that’s it, sheath the claymore and draw
me, friend. Let us prevent the suffering of other with one swing of a blade!”
The sapphire eyes dimmed as Aiden felt his body sheathing the blade. The
leader’s eyes opened wide in surprise at his luck. Then he saw the red rubies. Glowing
with such intensity that he felt truly frightened at the sight. He tried to crawl away to his
bandits, but he could not take his eyes from the frightening blade that was now in Aiden’s
hand.
The dagger turned white and lengthened to that of the cutlass. The bandit leader’s
eyes grew wide with fear as Aiden advanced. Anger burned in Aiden’s eyes. He grabbed
the bandit by the hair and hoisted him from the ground with a sudden burst of strength.
Aiden rested the cutlass against the bandit’s throat, his eyes widening even more.
Aiden put his mouth near the bandit’s ear so that he could hear the last words the
bandit would ever hear. “You should not have attacked us,” he whispered. “Now you
An intense heat was emitted from the blade. The bandit tried to scream as the hot
blade burned through the skin on his neck, but he couldn’t due to his broken jaw. The
blade was so hot that steam rose from the bandit’s neck and instantly stopped the flow of
blood from the burning flesh, which began to fill the bandit’s lungs. He tried to speak,
but all that came out was an incoherent gurgle. The bandit’s eyes glazed over in death
and rolled into his head. Aiden dropped the bandit with a thud, muttered, “Sigil Malthen
Thoron,” and sheathed the blade. Aiden walked away from the corpse, bandits hastily
getting out of Aiden’s way as he walked by, not wanting to join their fallen leader.
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“Excellent. Now there won’t be any problems for any other travelers,” the voice
said contentedly.
Jamsig looked at the nearest bandit. The bandit took the hint and signaled to the
rest of the bandits it was time to leave. Wanting no more trouble after the death of their
leader, they all fell in behind the bandit and left the bridge silently.
Tolgion walked to the dead leader, inspecting the scorch mark on his neck. Wide-
Kelindril and Victor walked cautiously over to Aiden who was staring blankly
into the river with a glazed look in his eyes. Aiden looked up at them as they approached.
There was something different about him, but they could not figure it out. It was like
there was someone talking to Aiden, but they couldn’t hear the voice.
“What happened back there Aiden?” Kelindril asked. “We thought you were
going to let him go, but…” Kelindril’s voice trailed off as he gazed at the corpse of the
Aiden sneered. “Don’t you see? I have just saved some innocent person’s life!
With that bandit dead, there won’t be any more problems! Do you not realize how many
people he has probably killed? How much blood was on his hands? And for what, a few
coins? The murder of many innocent people over a few coins! He deserved what he
got.” Aiden gazed at the corpse and grinned, a grin that Victor or Kelindril had never seen
on their friend before, a grin of bloodlust. “A scorched neck, suffocating on his own
Aiden began to snicker at the corpse, enjoying the sight of the dead bandit leader.
Victor and Kelindril looked at each other worriedly. What was happening to their friend?
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Kelindril’s eyes drifted to the golden dagger, and his eyes narrowed. Did that dagger
Jamsig, Tolgion, and Dodmic approached the three. Jamsig stared over the three,
particularly Aiden. Tolgion was pale as he looked at Aiden. It seemed that the three
The six left the bridge, walking in silence the rest of the day. At nightfall, they
branched off the road to a great tree and made their camp for the night. They sat in
Jamsig finally broke the silence. “You fight well, Aiden. You handled that bandit
Aiden winced as he heard the harsh voice hiss. “I think that I fought better with
Jamsig shook his head. “I still believe you fought better with your claymore than
Anger flashed across Aiden’s eyes. “Perhaps you would like to feel its wrath,” he
snarled.
Kelindril had known what Jamsig was doing immediately. He must have figured
out somehow that the dagger was responsible for Aiden’s changing personality. Jamsig
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“Yes, I would like to feel its wrath,” he snarled. “Let’s make things interesting. If
you win this dual, you can do whatever you want to do to me, even kill me. But if I win,
“Agree. He cannot beat the combined power you and the Golden Eagle!” the
voice said.
Worry crossed the faces of the remaining four companions. Did Jamsig stand a
chance against Aiden with that enchanted dagger? Dodmic whispered his thoughts to the
others. “Aiden doesn’t stand a chance. Jamsig knows the dagger’s weakness.” Victor
looked at Dodmic, a confused look on his face. “We’ll tell you the story later, but now,
we need to make sure Jamsig wins if you want your friend to return to his normal state of
mind.”
Aiden stood up, a wicked grin on his face as he drew his dagger.
“Lang Malthen Thoron!” The dagger transformed into the cutlass. The two
began to circle around each other. Jamsig studied Aiden as they circled. He noticed the
“Aegnor Lang Malthen Thoron!” Aiden shouted. With every sweep of the blade,
a wall of fire followed. The air became insufferably hot, making it hard to breath.
Jamsig continued to circle Aiden. Aiden was the first to press an attack. He wove
complicated patterns and flowed through complicated forms, fire following every sweep
of his blade. Jamsig blocked each swipe, but the heat was already starting to get to him.
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Jamsig continued to block and parry the attacks, only to be met with more fierce
swipes of the cutlass. The heat was growing in intensity, sweat was pouring down both
combatants back. Aiden jumped back and snarled. Jamsig could not take the heat any
longer. He pointed his claymore at the cutlass and shouted, “’Kshonna, wanya!”
A jet of green light shot from the claymore, hitting its mark. The flames
surrounding the cutlass were instantly extinguished and the cutlass immediately shrunk
“Curses! He dispelled my magic! You’re on your own now, Aiden, but I’m sure
With that, the mental connection between the two broke. Aiden readied himself,
but the confidence he had felt before diminished as soon as the dagger shut the mental
connection between them. Jamsig charged at Aiden with ferocity no one had ever seen
before. Aiden, not being as skilled as Jamsig, could barely keep up with Jamsig’s attacks.
The duel ended when Aiden, who had been retreating from his adversary, slipped and
came crashing down hard. Jamsig held his claymore against Aiden’s neck.
Jamsig held out his hand. Aiden looked as though he didn’t understand. “You
Aiden snarled. He tried to stand up, but Jamsig pressed the claymore tighter on
Aiden’s neck. Aiden’s eyes darted to and fro, trying to find a way out, but he could find
Immediately, the glazed look that had been in Aiden’s eyes went away. He shook
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“Wh-what happened?” Aiden asked, looking around. His eyes rested on the
dagger. Fear flowed through him at the sight. “Jamsig, be careful,” Aiden said. “Jamsig,
I don’t know what came over me! It was the dagger! You must get rid of it!”
Jamsig laid a comforting hand on Aiden’s shoulder. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”
He paused. “We have a lot to discuss. Give me the scabbard for the dagger.” Aiden
handed the scabbard over without question. “Good, now come closer, you need to hear
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Chapter 4: The Legend of the Golden Eagle
Tolgion draped a blanket around Aiden’s shoulders. Aiden’s eyes were glued to
the dagger, which had found a new look since the past few days, but it was a look of
genuine fear. Kelindril noted this delightfully, but also noticed a new look in Victor’s
Tolgion fished through his rucksack until he found a large, leather-bound book.
Aiden noticed the title before Tolgion laid the book on the ground and started thumbing
After a few minutes, Tolgion finally stopped thumbing through the book. “Here it
is,” he muttered. Tolgion held his hand over the book, closed his eyes, and muttered a
short string of arcane words. The image on the page seemed to leap out of the book in a
The creature had dark red skin, the skin seeming to ooze off of its body. Aiden
almost vomited when he realized that there was no skin covering its well-muscled body,
but a thick layer of blood that continuously oozed off of its body. Aiden also noticed the
six, greatly muscled arms protruding from its sides; the middle set of arms had pincers
instead of hands, and the other two sets of arms having hands. In three of hands, there
were giant double-edged swords, the remaining hand carrying a great whip.
On its back was pair of great, leathery, bat-like wings. Aiden did not see how
those thin wings would be able to support such a gigantic beast. A great tail, with a sharp
What frightened Aiden though, was the creature’s face. Two great bull-like horns
protruded from the side of its head. The creature had eight eyes, four in the front, and
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four in the back of its head, each red, soulless eye having a deadly, ominous glow to it,
like the rubies on the dagger’s hilt Aiden noticed. In its mouth were large, sharp,
dangerous fangs that looked as if they could slice through anything it came across with
Aiden and Kelindril shivered at the sight of the great beast. No one caught the
word that Victor mouthed at the sight of the creature, his eyes wide with an unknown
emotion.
Tolgion shivered. “This is U’groth Jon Balog, the most powerful and dangerous
“What does this have to do with anything?” Aiden asked, though he had a feeling
Tolgion looked at Jamsig, who nodded. “The soul of U’groth Jon Balog is
Aiden’s eyes widened with shock. The soul of one of the most powerful demon to
walk Farlonia was imbued in the blade that his own father had given him? Did his father
know? He started shaking with the fear that coursed through his veins. It was a demon
“But, I don’t understand. How did that demon’s soul get imbued into that
Tolgion turned the page. The breath flew from Aiden and Kelindril’s bodies as
they gazed upon the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. Her hair was long, and
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silver, shining as if being bathed in moonlight. The flowing, silver dress covered her feet
and ankles, her skin having a soft look to it. The thing Aiden couldn’t take his eyes off of
was her two brilliant eyes. They were a shade of blue he had never seen in his life, so
Tolgion looked them over, his eyes resting on Victor, who had a slight snarl on his
face as he gazed at the woman. Tolgion noticed his eyes, seemingly glazed over, but not
“Tolgion. Tolgion! Who is she?” Aiden yelled, Tolgion snapping out of his trance.
“Oh, sorry. That is the Moon Goddess, Anaiya. She was U’groth’s greatest
enemy.” Tolgion looked Aiden in the eye. “Her soul is imbued in your claymore.”
Aiden’s eyes almost popped out of his head when heard this new development. A
goddess, in his claymore? He pulled the claymore from its sheath; the sapphire eyes were
glowing softly. He stared in amazement at the weapon. He could not grasp that in his
“It is good that you now know the truth of the dagger and about me. I could not
communicate with you about the danger of the dagger because of the strong bond it had
already developed with you.” The serene voice of the goddess filled his mind. “You may
“Tolgion, how did their souls get bound to the dagger and the claymore?” Aiden
asked.
“Ah, it’s a good story, one of the best to ever have been passed through the ages in
my opinion, but unfortunately, there aren’t many people who remember the story.”
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Tolgion winked at the group. “But lucky for you, you have a friend that is one of the best
“If it’s your favorite story, then get on with it,” Jamsig said, becoming quite
Tolgion rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay, no need to get bossy my friend.” Tolgion
* * *
The Age of Legends as it is called today was a time of change on the continent of
Farlonia. The Age of Legends occurred after the Dark Knight Pontorius was overthrown
when a great company of all the goodly races of Farlonia banded together to fight his
oppression. When they had breached the Pontorius’s fortress walls and taken the keep,
the great knight Sir Dorgan the Brave slew Pontorius. With the defeat of Pontorius,
wizards and scholars began unearthing ancient tomes and texts that Pontorius had hidden
away at the time. These texts and tomes contained knowledge that many had thought
It was one young wizard, Isaac, Mage of the West as he was called, who found an
old tome. The tome taught the reader how to summon creatures from another plane of
existence that nobody had ever seen before. Isaac took the tome in secret, not wanting
any other scholar or wizard to attempt that which he wanted to attempt: to summon a
demon.
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Isaac remained shut in his tower at the old Arcane University, which resided in the
ancient city of Numinor, for weeks studying the ancient text. He learned that he had to
make a Circle of Power that would allow him to control whatever creature he was able to
summon. The day he drew the circle, he drew it very carefully, drawing the arcane runes
from the text exactly. When he had finished, he crossed his legs and sat on the floor. He
was nervous, more nervous than he had ever been in his life. He didn’t know what would
appear, but cowards did not have their names written down in history, and he wanted
eternal glory…
Isaac closed his eyes and concentrated, chanting a long string of arcane words that
would open a gateway to a new plane of existence. He chanted for what seemed like the
longest time and when he stopped, he heard nothing. He opened his eyes, thinking that
the incantation had not worked. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the
The creature was small, only about three feet tall. It had small leathery wings and
a long whip-like with a sharp point on it. Its face resembled that of a canine, its snout-
Isaac studied the creature carefully, noting every detail of its small, well-built
frame. The creature’s beady little black eyes eyed Isaac up and down, studying the man
Isaac finally got the courage to communicate with the creature. “What are you?”
he asked.
The creature laughed, a smoky, guttural laugh. “I am Sha’rabe, an imp from the
Plane of the Abyss,” it replied in a guttural language that Isaac had difficulty translating.
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The imp seemed to mean no harm, and that gave Isaac courage to continue
conversing with it. “So, you are an imp from the Plane of the Abyss?”
Sha’rabe laughed. “Yes, I am from the Plane of the Abyss, not you would know
what the Abyss it. It has been so long since I have walked on this plane of existence; I
forget how simpleminded you humans are.” It continued to laugh. After a few minutes,
it regained its composure. “I know why you summoned me, but if it is power that you
want, I regret to inform you that I cannot give you eternal glory.”
Isaac was startled by the imp’s statement. How did it know that he wanted eternal
glory? By the startled expression on Isaac’s face, the imp knew that its guess had been
correct, for no one summoned a demon to just talk, even if no one had attempted to
communicate with a creature from Abyss for the longest time. It meant to make the most
of its time while it was here. Besides, its master needed a fool who would believe
anything…
“If you wish to have eternal glory, a mere imp like myself, I am sad to say, will
not bring you glory.” The imp’s voice became excited. “If you wish to have eternal glory,
send me back to the Abyss, and call forth my master. He will bring you the glory that
Isaac wet his lips to the thought of eternal glory. The imp stared at Isaac in
satisfaction. This mere human did not know what he would be calling forth, and that was
“Yes! I do want eternal glory!” Isaac’s eyes shone with greed. “Tell me how to
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The imp cackled. How easy it was to influence humans! The imp could not help
but say a prayer to its god for giving him such an easily influenced human. The imp
locked gazes with Isaac. “If you wish to summon my master, send me back to the Abyss.
When I am gone, say the same incantation you said that brought me here, but at the end,
“What is your master’s name?” Isaac asked, growing tired of the imp stalling.
The evil grin that Sha’rabe gave Isaac chilled the marrow in his bones. “U’groth
Jon Balog!”
The name sent a chill down Isaac’s spine. But he didn’t care. His name would go
down in the books like he wanted, the name Isaac, Mage of the West, wait, no, Isaac,
Tamer of Demons, would go down in history. “You are dismissed,” he said to the imp.
The imp cackled as the gate to the Abyss opened. The bait had been set. U’groth
Jon Balog would conquer this plane of existence, but that pitiful human would not realize
that until it was too late. How easy it was to manipulate humans. Besides, the circle of
incantation carefully, not wanting to mess up. As he neared the end of the incantation,
The tower began to shake uncontrollably. Isaac watched in awe as the gate to the
Abyss opened before him. He felt his body shaking uncontrollably, but he was not sure if
it was from the intense shaking of the tower, or from the fear that was welling inside him.
The gate shifted and warped; Isaac stared in horror as four great arms reached through the
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gateway and opened the gate wider so it could fit its great bulk through the gate. Its
gigantic feet stepped out slowly, ominously. The terror that he felt became indescribable
as the great, red, soulless eyes stared at him; the evil grin it was giving Isaac made him
wet himself. As the demon pulled its bulk from the gate, Isaac noticed the three sword
scabbards, two on its back, and one on its left hip. What caught Isaac’s eye was the giant
whip that resided on its right hip. He could only imagine the terror the beast could inflict
As the demon finished stepping from the portal, the ground tower stopped
shaking, although Isaac was afraid that the floor would give in under the tremendous
weight of the demon. The demon stretched to its full height, almost twelve feet tall, and
grinned maliciously as its gaze fell over the fool who summoned it. Isaac trembled as he
watched the demon’s skin drip from its flesh, his eyes widening in disgust as he realized
what it truly was. The demon stretched out its long, disgusting arms and cracked his
“So,” it began, in a deep, smoky, guttural, booming voice, “Sha’rabe was right.
You are fool enough to summon a demon.” The great demon reared back its head and
gave a great, booming laugh that shook the tower once more. “You should have known,
foolish human, what you were getting into before you summoned me. Eternal glory…
Ha! Sha’rabe has gotten many fools with that same line, and every one of them has fallen
for it!” The demon’s eyes narrowed. “I am U’groth Jon Balog, and I cannot be
controlled by someone of so little power as you, or any of the other fools that summoned
me.” A great, evil grin came to its face. “Let me show you what happened to those
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A great hand reached for the whip on its hip. Isaac knew he should have run, but
when he tried to stand, he fell right back down, his legs shaking uncontrollably and not
able to support his weight. He watched in horror as the demon stepped from the circle of
power, uncoiling the whip ever so slowly to accentuate its point. Isaac screamed as the
demon lifted him effortlessly from the ground; U’groth began wrapping whip around the
unfortunate wizard’s body, Isaac screaming in agony as the whip tightened like that of a
great snake.
The demon muttered an arcane command that Isaac could not hear, and watched
in pure terror as thousands of small spiders crawled out of the whip, all of them crawling
towards him. As the first spiders reached the unfortunate wizard, they immediately began
to bite. Isaac screamed louder in more pain than he had ever experienced in his life. He
looked down as one of the spiders bit an exposed finger, bone immediately showing as
acid in the spider’s fangs ate through his skin and muscle. He could only imagine that
was what was happening to the rest of his body as the spider’s bit down.
U’groth was enjoying the spectacle; he had not inflicted so much torture in
centuries, and he missed it so dearly. He called the spiders off with another arcane
command, enjoying the sight of Isaac gasping for breath, bone showing on his face where
“I’m sorry, but I have more important things to do right now than this. I did enjoy
our little fun we had thought, didn’t you? No? Well, I can’t say I am not surprised. Wait,
I just had an idea.” Isaac did not like the tone of U’groth’s voice. U’groth lifted Isaac
high in the air, and dropped the whip, hanging on tight to the handle. Isaac tumbled in
circles as he fell. There was a sharp pinch in his back, but Isaac hardly felt it. As Isaac
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reached the floor, U’groth jerked sharply up on the whip. An intense and fiery pain shot
through Isaac’s body as the little skin he had left was ripped from his body and he landed
heavily on the ground. The demon laughed as he gazed at Isaac; he was lying in a pool of
blood, all of his muscle tissue and bone was all that was left of him.
Isaac was hardly breathing, but breathing never the less. The demon’s grin grew
“Still breathing, eh? Well that is good; otherwise you would miss me doing this.”
The demon plucked Isaac’s skin from the sharp point that had appeared on the whip. He
grinned down at Isaac, and threw the skin into its mouth.
Isaac’s mutilated body shivered, how, he did not know. The demon wiped its
mouth. Isaac watched as the demon bent down, the blood skin dripping on his body.
U’groth stared at Isaac’s body, and watched as U’groth bent down ripped Isaac’s slowly
beating heart from his body. Being in so much pain already, he didn’t feel his heart being
ripped out of his body. Isaac’s eyes began to cloud over in death; the last thing he saw
was U’groth toss his heart in the air and catch it in his mouth, hearing one last time, that
U’groth stared at the corpse of the man fool enough to summon him. He soon
realized the knocking on the door and the shouting on the other side. He bent down and
ripped the door from its hinges, four older wizards staring in horror at the great demon
and the corpse of their old colleague. One wizard quickly found his composure, and
began to cast a spell. The other three wizards gazed in horror as a great whip cracked,
creating a sound like that of thunder, and the head of the other wizards flew into the air,
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landing in one of their hands, the face still in deep concentration; the corpse of the
The three wizards ran, the one with the head dropping it. As they neared the stairs
that would take them down the tower, the whip shot out, catching the wizard in the back
by the ankle. The poor wizard has hauled back screaming, clawing at the ground hoping
it would slow his inevitable demise; it didn’t. All it did was leave a trail of blood from
where his fingernails had been torn off on the rough stone floor. The two wizards ran,
hearing their friend scream, and listening to the sickening crunch as the demon began to
eat him.
U’groth stared around the top of the tower, growing tired of it. “I think it needs a
little touch up,” it chuckled. Three arms reached for their respected swords, and with a
great sweep of its wings, U’groth was flying through the roof of the tower. Citizens
below screamed as U’groth ripped the ceiling off of the tallest tower of the Arcane
University. Through a window, it saw the two wizards he had seen earlier. It chuckled as
the whip cracked and killed the two wizards. No one ever escaped the might of U’groth
Jon Balog.
At the top of the tower, the portal to the Abyss remained open. U’groth grinned
wickedly and flew to the portal. He looked inside; demons were lined up at the portal,
not daring to come out unless their master beckoned them to come.
Demons poured from the portal to the Abyss; monstrous creatures that were
created specifically to kill and wreak havoc. U’groth laughed as all of his minions flew,
crawled, walked, and ran through the portal, howling with glee and excitement. U’groth
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looked over the top of the wall that had once held the roof, watching with glee as demons
jumped from the top of the tower into the city of Numinor. Sha’rabe landed on U’groth’s
shoulder, watching the carnage below as the demons had their fun. Screams erupted from
every corner of the city; some of the guards had managed to form some kind of
resistance, shooting arrows into the ranks of oncoming demons; their ranks were quickly
The imp bowed its head. “I live only to serve you,” it replied.
“Shall we go and torment our friends down there?” U’groth said casually,
who were to busy being cornered by another demon to notice the giant boulder flying
U’groth nodded his approval of the demon that dropped the boulder, basking in
the satisfying sound of the boulder smashing the people and the spray of blood that
followed.
Sha’rabe laughed at the people’s unfortunate demise. “Yes, I think I would like to
“Then let us go,” U’groth replied, spreading its wings. Sha’rabe remained
By the end of the day, the city of Numinor was completely destroyed. Mutilated
corpses littered the ground throughout the city, building were leveled, fires ravaging the
rest of the city. Demons fed on the corpses, enjoying their victory over the city of
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Numinor. U’groth strolled through the city, inhaling the rotten stench of burnt corpses
with pleasure. Sha’rabe relaxed lazily on U’groth’s shoulder, its tail swishing back and
forth.
U’groth nodded. “Very good. An entire city taken in half a day is a real
accomplishment. The next city probably will not be as easy as word has probably already
spread about demons walking the Material Plane.” The demon stopped and looked
thoughtful. “Of course, maybe word hasn’t spread. There hasn’t been a demon to walk
the Material Plane in so long a time, maybe they won’t know what happened.”
Sha’rabe grinned. “Should I tell rest of the demons to move out?” it asked
hopefully.
* * *
Tolgion paused to look at his audience. Aiden and Kelindril were staring at the
halfling through wide eyes, Jamsig and Dodmic looked grim, but what caught his eye was
Victor. He seemed to be enjoying the story… a little too much. Tolgion decided he
needed to keep an eye on Victor while he told the next part of the story.
Tolgion nodded. “U’groth was the worst thing to ever walk on the Material Plane.
Many ancient cities such as Numinor were completely wiped out from the history of
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Farlonia. Millions of people died at the hands of U’groth and his minions, some races
Kelindril shook his head. “I cannot believe the foolishness of some people.”
Tolgion nodded. “Greed and the promise of eternal glory and power can corrupt
even the noblest of heroes. It has been proven time and time again.”
Tolgion looked at Aiden. “The largest war that has ever occurred on Farlonia. A
* * *
It had been almost four months since U’groth and his demons had emerged from
the portal in the Arcane University in Numinor. In those four months, U’groth had wiped
out numerous cities, killed millions of people, and had wiped out almost three races of
Farlonians. Within the first few days of the demons emerging, word had spread about
demons walking the continent of Farlonia. At first, the major rulers dismissed the fact,
thinking that those who were to be affected by the invasion would be able to handle
everything.
All of that changed when the Jaguarnians, an ancient race of militaristic cat
people, were completely wiped out by the demon invasion. The Jaguarnians were
supposedly some of the best warriors in Farlonia, and when rulers found out that they had
been annihilated, people began to worry. Most people fled by ship to far off lands, but
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An alliance was formed between all of the remaining peoples of Farlonia. Elves,
dwarves, halflings, humans, the Istar, a race of lizard people, and many other races put
aside any differences that they might have towards each other in order to put a stop to the
demon invasion.
Anaiya, Goddess of the Moon, watched from the Plane of the Immortals, a plane
of existence where the gods of Farlonia dwelt. Her long, silver hair hung over her
shoulder, her piercing blue eyes staring through her scrying mirror at the chaos that
U’groth was causing. Anger flared through her body, quite unusual for her as she always
kept a level head in even the direst situations. But for some reason, this was different,
She winced as she watched U’groth skewer four small children with one of his
great blades. A great silver eagle was perched on a pedestal near her whom she called
Celeb, which meant silver in Elvish; its eyes were locked onto the scrying mirror,
“We must do something,” she whispered. Celeb nodded its agreement and gave a
great screech. “What do you think that we should do?” she asked.
“We must go to war with the demon,” Celeb imparted to Anaiya telepathically.
Anaiya nodded her head thoughtfully. Something would have to be done, and as
much as she hated violence, she knew it would eventually boil down to war. There was a
loud screech from above. Anaiya looked up as a great golden eagle landed on a second
She called the golden eagle Malthen, which meant golden in the old tongue.
Malthen was Anaiya’s spy on the Material Plane and also her trusted advisor in times of
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war. He came every once in a while to relay to her news from the world of mortals. He
had been coming more recently though because of the demon invasion, relaying news to
her.
“How are things on the Material Plane?” Anaiya asked anxiously, her gaze falling
back to the scrying mirror, wincing as yet another demon slaughtered an innocent child.
The eagle shook its head. “Things are very bad, Lady Anaiya. U’groth’s forces
move through Farlonia with ease, completely annihilating all those that dare to fight.”
The eagle’s sharp, piercing gaze met Anaiya’s. “If we do not act soon, U’groth will
destroy that entire plane of existence.” The eagle’s telepathic voice was suddenly filled
with anger. “Why have we not helped them? Do you think that those mortals can take on
demons when there is not one person who has seen a demon in centuries? With all
Her gaze fell to the scrying glass. She watched as the claws of the imp Sha’rabe,
ripped a beautiful little girl’s throat out, in front of her parents who soon followed her to
the grave. Tears welled in her eyes. Why had she not acted sooner? An iron hard look of
pure hate filled her blue eyes, as an image of U’groth appeared in the mirror. She turned
to Malthen and Celeb. “Celeb, get my armor, blade, and spear and prepare the troops.
Malthen, prepare the Eyries for battle. We leave as soon as we possibly can.”
Malthen nodded and flew off to ready the Eyries. Celeb flew to Anaiya’s armory
and grabbed her armor and arms. Anaiya pulled the light chainmail over her head. The
chainmail was made from adamantite, the most resilient form of metal found on any
plane of existence. On the front of the chainmail was her symbol, an eagle that was half
gold and half silver. She looked at her war helmet, polished silver, a small figurine of an
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eagle in mid-flight on the front of her helmet. She put the helmet on, perfectly fitting her
head. She buckled her sword onto her belt, slinging her spear over her shoulder by the
She watched as Malthen flew over her head and landed next to her. “Lady
Anaiya, the troops are ready. Your chariot awaits,” Malthen imparted as she landed on
Anaiya nodded. Anaiya took a deep breath. She knew what would have to be
done to stop the demon and its hordes, but she did not want her advisors to know; they
Anaiya turned to view her troops. Every soldier in her army was one of her
chosen people, the Eyries. The Eyries were a race of bird people that she had created.
Each had the face of an eagle, their beaks sharp, and their brown eyes piercing. Each
wore a helmet on their feathered heads, sporting chainmail armor with the symbol of
Anaiya. In their feathered hands, they each held a spear and a wooden buckler. On their
As her gazed fell over her force of loyal soldiers, they each bowed to her, ready to
serve her to the death. She felt a rush of pride for her soldiers, knowing that many of
them would not return. She turned to her chariot, a gift that she had received from
Kantar, the dwarven god of war, centuries ago, finely crafted from silver, and trimmed
with gold. A team of two giant red-tailed hawks, ready to fulfill their duty and go to war
She stepped lightly onto the chariot, Celeb and Malthen landing on the sides of
the chariot. She turned to face her soldiers once more. “Are you ready? Are you ready
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to risk your lives to save those on the Material Plane? Are you ready to fight the demon
scourge and prove your bravery? Are you ready for victory?” A loud cheer erupted from
the ranks. She felt pride in her soldiers, soldiers who would die for her and for people
that was of no concern to them. “Then let us go into battle! To glory! To victory!” The
cheer grew louder. The Eyries began beating their spears on their shields. Yes, they were
ready.
Anaiya concentrated. A portal to the material plane opened, she gazed at the
battle that ensued. The demons were in the city of Tolgoa. Tolgoa was once a city of
culture, its inhabitants a variety of culture: humans, elves, and dwarves, even halflings.
She watched as one of the fabled Knights of the White Stallion fought off three imps at
once. He had great skill as he slew two of them; the third grabbed the man’s dagger at his
hip and drove the blade home through the heavy plate metal into his chest.
“Are you ready, my lady?” Malthen asked, anxious to get into the fray.
She turned to her soldiers. “Forward! Through the portal! As soon as you land,
The ground shook as the Eyries raced through the portal to the Material Plane.
Time seemed to slow down as she watched the Eyries, running with all of their might,
spears at the ready, yelling her praises. She closed her eyes.
With a sudden start, she opened her eyes, fire raging in them. She yelled at he top
of her lungs and charged through the portal after their soldiers. She felt a rush of wind as
she traversed the planes of existence. Landing on the Material Plane, she watched as the
Eyries quickly formed ranks, boosting the morale of the Tolgoa’s knights. The elves
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recognized their goddess of the moon and her company of Eyries and began to fight with
Anaiya quickly dismounted from her chariot. Anaiya’s armor gleamed in the sun;
her spear was poised for battle. Three imps saw the Elven goddess and charged in,
thinking that they could overwhelm her with greater numbers. They were sadly mistaken.
The first imp that began its attack on Anaiya was clutched its throat as her spear point
slashed across its throat. Not stopping her momentum, she grabbed a second imp by the
tail and drove her boot into the back of its head and drove the butt end of her spear into
its neck. Using the imp’s corpse, she threw it with all of her might at the third imp, the
Anaiya did not let up her assault. More demons crowded around her, each one
falling to her spear. She finally had to draw her sword when her spear snapped in half as
she skewered the demons left and right. Twirling her sword in magnificent patterns, she
hacked her way through the onslaught of demons. She winced as a demon’s claws
slashed her sword arm, blood streaming from the slash. Ignoring the pain, she kept on
The Eyries were fairing well in the fight. Many demons fell to the combined
might of the Eyries and the Knights of the White Stallion. The Tolgoan Knights of the
White Stallion had regained their morale and were fighting like they had never fought
before. The demons began to realize that they were losing far too many numbers. Some
demons began to fly off that could, and those remaining fought for their lives.
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Anaiya gazed in awe at the great demon made its appearance. It gazed down at
the god and goddess an evil grin spreading across its face. The Eyries and the Tolgoan
Knights readied themselves. Sha’rabe stared down at the soldiers, grinning almost as
evilly as U’groth.
The grin on Sha’rabe’s face was soon wiped off of its face as it heard the shriek of
two eagles. Celeb and Malthen swept out of the sky and each grabbed one of Sha’rabe’s
arms. The imp squealed with fright as the eagles began flying in opposite directions, pain
shooting through its body as it felt its arms being ripped apart.
U’groth snarled at the eagles. He looked at Anaiya, and the grin on its face grew
wider. He pointed one hand at his most loyal servant and the two eagles, muttered an
arcane word, and a bolt of red energy shot out at the two eagles.
Anaiya’s entire body went numb as she watched what took place. The eagles’
shrieks were shrieks of pure pain. She watched as their bodies began to stiffen and
shrink. She watched as Malthen’s body began to shrink further when Celeb’s stopped
shrinking. A small curved blade began to emerge from Malthen’s head, his eyes
becoming hollow shells. A long blade erupted from Celeb’s head, her eyes also becoming
hollow shells. Her body went numb as she realized that Celeb had been transformed into
U’groth roared with laughter as the dagger, and claymore plummeted to the earth.
Celeb landed, sword point buried in the ground, Malthen landing right next to Celeb.
“NOOOOOO!” Anaiya screamed as she gazed upon her closest friends. She
rushed over to the weapons, but was repulsed by a wave of energy issued by U’groth as
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All fighting had ceased as the event took place. Anaiya was on the ground,
Anaiya stood up slowly, a wild look in her eye. She pointed her sword at U’groth,
and through a quivering voice, she called out to the demon. “You will pay for what you
have done! I shall slay you, demon, and the last thing that you will ever see will be my
face!”
The demon continued to roar with laughter at the goddess’s proclamation. “You
will not slay me, o Goddess of the Moon!” Its gaze darkened. “It will be I who slays
you!”
Anaiya fixed her gazed on the demon. It was ten feet taller than her, but she
seemed not to notice. “Hand me your bow,” she whispered to an elf of the Knights of the
White Stallion. The elf handed his bow and quiver over to Anaiya. She accepted the
She held the bow forward and muttered an arcane word. The bow transformed
into a bow of pure light and it let off an intense glow of white light. Many had to shield
U’groth shielded its eyes from its glow with one of its hands, another reaching for
its whip. As it reached for its whip, a flash of pain shot through its body. U’groth looked
down, his eyes widening with shock as its gaze fell across a smoldering hole in its hand.
It looked at Anaiya; she was holding the bow in her hands, poised to shoot. The bow was
Her gaze was pure ice, her blue eyes shining with tears. She released the bolt of
lightning, and quickly drew the string back, another bolt replacing the one she had shot.
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She fired it, and three more in quick succession. The lightning arrows pierced U’groth at
the top of the arm that had reached for the whip, each burning a hole through its skin. As
the arrows continued to rain upon U’groth, the magic arrows eventually severed the arm.
U’groth screamed in pain. He watched as his arm fall, but paid it little more heed
after that; he had five left. Anaiya’s gaze did not alter when the great demon charged
after her. She rained arrow upon arrow on U’groth, severing two more of its arms and
She ran to her chariot, urging the hawks into motion as soon as she stepped onto
the chariot. The hawks sped off into the sky. U’groth picked up three boulders with his
remaining arms and hurled them at her. The agile hawks easily dodged the boulders. She
aimed carefully with her bow, looking for a weak spot. It suddenly came to her. She
aimed at its head, and fired four quick shots, each of the bolts hitting one of the four eyes
U’groth clutched at his face and screamed in agony. Anaiya’s eagles circled
around to the other side of its head and she let off four more bolts, completely blinding
the demon. She had the chariot land next to one of her Eyries who was a powerful
wizard.
“It cannot be killed,” she said. “You must bind its soul.”
“It does not matter!” she exclaimed. “We don’t have time! Even blinded, it can
The Eyrie nodded. It focused its energy, feeling the magic within its body. He
pointed a feathered hand at U’groth, and shouted aloud, “Kenya Dar Balog!”
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U’groth reared back in pain, feeling as if its very soul were being torn from its
body. Suddenly, U’groth was looking at its body. Its eyesight had been restored, its arms
grown back. U’groth watched in horror as its body crumpled; he looked at itself, only to
find that it was a spirit. The Eyrie’s magic had worked; U’groth’s soul had been torn
from its body. U’groth roared, but it felt as if it was not heard. It felt a strange tugging,
and it finally realized what was happening; if it was to be bound to an object, it would be
Its four front eyes caught a shimmer of gold on the ground, Malthen’s dagger-
shaped body. U’groth laughed as it changed the flow of where its soul was heading to
that of the dagger. Something else caught its eye also: its whip. The whip was still
attached to its waist, and his grin grew wider. If he was to be bound to an object, he
He withdrew the whip from its waist; the whip was a shadow of its former self,
Anaiya watched as U’groth’s body tumbled to the ground with loud thud. The
demons stared in horror as their leader fell. Silence spread throughout the battlefield.
The Eyrie looked up, confusion on its face. Anaiya began to ask what had happened,
when she felt a fierce and painful sting. She looked at the sky, her eyes wide with horror
She heard U’groth’s maniacal laugh behind her. She watched, as her body
seemed to hover in the air for a split second, before it collapsed to the ground. She turned
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U’groth roared with laughter. “You did not think it would be that easy did you,
moon goddess? Did you think you could so easily defeat U’groth Jon Balog, Lord of the
Abyss?” U’groth laughed. Anaiya stared at U’groth, hatred in her eyes. U’groth roared
with laughter as his soul was bound to the dagger that was once her most trusted
commander.
Anaiya looked around. No one could see her of course as her soul was separated
from the Material Plane. She could not go back to her body; she knew that. There was
only one place that she could go. She followed the gleam of silver that was Celeb. As
she neared the claymore, she felt the tug as her soul was drawn to the weapon. She
looked at her followers once more before blackness took over her sight…
* * *
Tolgion looked up as he finished the story. Aiden had tears streaming down his
face, Kelindril’s eyes full of sadness. Jamsig and Dodmic nodded, their hearts full of
“Now you know,” Tolgion said. “That is the story of the moon goddess Anaiya
Tolgion shook his head. “No one knows. Soon after the three souls were bound,
the demons were banished back into the Abyss by a final charge from the Eyries and the
Knights of the White Stallion. The claymore and the dagger were given to the people of
Tolgoa. The Eyries took the body of Anaiya back to the Plane of the Immortals where
her body is said to still be preserved in the Hall of the Immortals. The weapons were said
to be presented to two knights, the claymore and dagger to Sir Gram the Honorable and
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Sir Garrett the Brave when they retired from the Knights of the White Stallion, whose
name was later changed to the Knight of the Golden Eagle in honor of Malthen.”
Aiden’s eyes widened at the mention of his father. Sir Gram the Honorable?
Aiden began to feel like he didn’t even know his father anymore. What else didn’t his
Tolgion shook his head once more. “No one knows. He traveled with Sir Gram
for many years. Soon afterwards, Garrett split away from Gram and was never heard
from again.”
Silence settled in the group once more. Aiden gazed at the claymore, the blue
sapphires glowing brightly and peacefully, just like Anaiya’s eyes as Tolgion had
described them.
Jamsig looked into the night sky. “It’s late. We need to get some sleep; there is
The group consented and they all lay down except for Dodmic who decided to
take the first watch. As Aiden laid his head on his rucksack for a pillow, he heard the
voice of Anaiya. “Aiden, I hope we can become good friends. I will help you in anyway
possible and I will not take over your body unless you bid me to. Sleep peacefully and
There was a screech above, like that of an eagle. Aiden closed his eyes and
smiled, knowing that he was being watched. He like the thought of that…
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Chapter 5: Old Acquaintances
He gazed from the hilltop down to the quiet, peaceful village before him. Reaper
sat at his side, invisible in the dark night, all three heads yawning. Bors snickered at the
unfortunate village that was before him; it was going to be a long night.
“Shall I ready the troops, my lord?” Bors asked excitement evident in his voice.
His three-fingered hand stroked his sword hilt, ready to put it to its deadly work.
He stared at the village. There was business he had to take care of before the raid
began. He glared at Bors through eyes, a look that was as cold as ice. Bors did not like
that look; he had felt the results from that glare before…
“Do not speak,” he hissed. “You will get to have your fun soon enough, but I
have business to take care of first.” Reaper’s ears perked up at the mention of the
He had Bors in the air by his neck in an instant. He squeezed tighter and tighter,
Bors’s eyes beginning to bulge from their sockets. “Did I not just tell you to be quiet?”
he whispered dangerously; Bors was beginning to turn blue. “Well? Answer me!” Bors
tried to talk, but all that came out was a gurgle. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He threw Bors
down forcefully, hearing a satisfied crack as Bors’s nose broke under the forceful throw.
Bors got up slowly, blood streaming from his broken nose. “Go back to the camp
and await my return.” Bors stared at him. “Well? What are you waiting for? GO!” Bors
ran away as fast as he could down the hill to the camp where his master’s horde awaited
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He turned back to the village. He was down there; he knew it. He turned to
The two set off down the hill. The horde had left weeks ago and had made good
progress. Hundreds of villages had been burned along the way; he smiled as he recalled
the village of Sundar where a woman had begged for him to spare her child. He had
taken the child and split it in half with his axe before her very eyes; she soon followed the
child to the grave with sword through her ribs. He laughed aloud and Reaper looked at
As they neared the bottom of the hill, he heard the distant trot of a horse’s hooves.
He hid behind a tree, Reaper doing likewise and beginning to growl. He held a finger to
his lips for silence and the dog obediently fell quiet. As he gazed at the horseman, he
immediately recognized the white horse with large patches of brown on it. Reaper’s ears
“So,” he thought, “he still has that old horse. That can’t be him though; he is
He nodded his head at Reaper to follow him. Reaper set off silently behind the
rider, not making a sound even in the dry summer grass. He relaxed against the tree; it
He closed his eyes. His thoughts returned to those days long ago when he had
been one of the noblest knights in all of Farlonia; days seemed like they were a dream;
He pulled the battleaxe from the loop on his back. He studied the axe, his most
trusted weapon since he had acquired it so long ago. He ran his hand down the handle of
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the axe, it seeming to have a tail wrapped around the entire length of it. He ran a finger
down the edge of its blade, sharper than anything in Farlonia. The thing that always
caught his eye when he looked it over was the small imp-like head that was at the top of
the handle. Where its eyes should have been were two onyx gems, black the night, black
He lifted his gaze from the axe when he heard the soft padding that signaled
Reaper’s return. He stood up and looked at his faithful companion. “Well? Is it he?”
He followed Reaper into the woods beside the worn, dirt path, keeping to the
shadows so they could remain unseen incase someone came by. After a short walk, they
“Is this it?” he whispered. The dog’s middle head nodded its consent. “Stick to
the shadows and come when only if I call you.” Reaper’s heads nodded and he started
down to see the rider’s dead, mutilated corpse on the ground, his throat torn out and his
He crept silently to a window at the front of the farmhouse, staying out of sight by
crouching. Light was flooding into the dark night from the windows. He lifted his head
slightly so that he could peer into the house. He was looking into the living room of
house. A pretty young girl sat in an armchair sewing; a great sheepdog lay by the
fireplace. His gaze fell on the man, in his middle ages with gray just beginning to steak
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He crept to the front door and stood straight. The peaceful silence of the night
was broken as the girl screamed and the dog barking when he busted the door down with
one powerful kick of his. He walked calmly into the farmhouse, his black armor shining
The man ran to the hallway, a sword in his hand, the girl and the sheepdog close
behind. He was quite satisfied with the wide-eyed look of surprise when the man’s eyes
“You,” Gram snarled. His blue eyes flashed angrily. “I should have known that
you were behind all of the attacks on those villages and towns. I thought you were
dead…”
He held his hand to his heart in mock surprise. “Dead? Me?” His eyes narrowed.
“Surely you know that you can’t get rid of me that easily, did you?”
His mouth tightened at the mention of his name; few knew it. His mouth
slackened quickly though. “You know what I desire my old friend,” he replied. “Where
are they?”
Gram’s smirk told him what he needed to know. “They aren’t here, Garrett. They
Garrett had Gram in the air by the neck in an instant. “Where are they,” he
breathed menacingly. “It would be in your best interest to tell me, old friend.”
Gram struggled to breath, but he kept his composure, even in the face of death. “I
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Garrett looked thoughtful. “Yes, you are right. Your will is too strong. But, I
Gram’s eyes flashed with fierce anger. “If you touch my daughter, I will-” his
statement was cut off as Garrett squeezed tighter, cutting off his air further. Gram could
hardly breathe as Garrett tightened his grip even more. There was only one thing he
could do. He raised his sword arm and slashed. The blade hit Garrett’s steel clad arm,
barely making a scratch, but loosening the iron-hard grip enough for him to shout out,
“Selena, run!”
Selena ran as fast as she could up the stairs. Garrett shook his head sadly. “First
you scratch my armor, and now you make me chase after you daughter?” He snarled
suddenly. “You shouldn’t have done either of those.” Garrett slammed Gram into the
wall with such force that he broke clear through the wall. Then, setting him lightly
against the wall, Garrett slugged Gram across the face with his gauntleted hand, smashing
Gram’s nose. He tossed the unconscious man aside easily before turning to the stairs.
Bear was there waiting, his mouth curled back and baring his sharp teeth. Garrett
shook his head and whistled. Reaper tore pass Garrett and slammed into the old
sheepdog. The two dogs rolled around, snapping and barking. Garrett walked pass the
He walked up the stairs, the sounds of the two dogs fighting filling his ears in the
background. He slowly drew the battleaxe from its loop on his back as he arrived at the
top of the stairs. The top floor of the house was more or less an attic of sorts. There was
a small bed in the corner and a small washing stand. He laughed; there was no place to
hide.
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He stalked around the top floor, his boots not making a sound as they landed on
the wooden planks of the floor, and made his way to the bed. He lifted the blanket and
peered under the bed. His dark, evil eyes met with Selena’s wide, fearful ones. She
screamed at the top of her lungs as Garrett reached under and jerked her forcefully from
underneath the bed. He lifted her easily into the air, flung her over her shoulder, and
When he arrived at the bottom of the stairs, Selena screamed and passed out as
she saw Bear’s remains, the saw the old sheepdog torn to shreds, Reaper not showing a
single scratch on his body. Gram was beginning to stir where Garrett had left him, blood
still gushing from his nose and from a gash on his head. Garrett replace the axe in its
loop, slugged Gram across the face once more to knock him back into unconsciousness,
and threw him over his other shoulder. He whistled for Reaper and they left the
farmhouse.
Outside, Garrett had a thought. He laid Gram and Selena down on the ground
“Watch them,” he said to Reaper. Reaper sat next to Gram and Selena and
watched. Garrett walked around the barnyard and found a large barrel of oil. He took the
barrel and poured a trail of oil all around the yard and inside the house. He found a
tinderbox and lit the oil. Flames spread throughout the entire farm in a matter of seconds,
Garrett walked calmly back to Gram and Selena and threw them over his
shoulders again. He walked out of the farm, Reaper behind him, the flames rising higher
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in the night sky, crackling in the night and the sounds of dying animals filling the air. It
Garrett and Reaper arrived back at the encampment a short time later. He went
straight to his tent and laid the two down. Bors entered soon afterward, looking curiously
at the two unconscious figures on the ground. When Bors looked at his master about
Garrett looked at Bors coldly. Bors felt tiny beneath that gaze. “Well? Are the
troops ready?”
Garrett rolled his eyes. “Are the troops ready Bors. I’ve finished the business I
Bors cackled gleefully. “I shall ready them immediately, my lord. Is there any
Garrett stared coldly at Bors, the look that was like a thousand tons of ice. “Spare
no one,” he whispered. “Burn everything to the ground, kill any livestock, and most of
all,” he paused. “Slaughter their children. Kill the babies in front of their mothers and
Bors ran out of the tent happily. He ran through the camp calling the horde to
arms. Goblins, orcs, humans, trolls, and other evil creatures grabbed their weapons and
formed ranks. Bors stood at the head of the horde when Garrett stepped out of his tent.
Garrett stared at Bors at the front and scowled. He grabbed Bors roughly and threw him
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“The time has come!” he shouted at the top of his lungs. “It is time to destroy this
pitiful village that dares to exist! Take no prisoners, and leave none alive! Kill them all;
slaughter their children! Take the babies and kill them before the mother’s very eyes!
Burn the village to the ground! Now FORWARD!” The horde shouted great pleasure
and charged forward, waving their weapons in the air, ready to kill the unsuspecting
villagers.
He grabbed Bors just as he was about to join in the charge. “Not you,” he snarled.
“You are to watch the prisoners.” Bors’s disappointed look gave Garrett a small sense of
pleasure. “You may do what you like, but do not kill them. I still need them.” That
Garrett kicked Bors. “Well? What are you waiting for? Get to it!”
Bors scrambled away from him and ran towards the tent. Garrett shook his head
and turned to his horde. Already he could see smoke rising from the direction of the
Norman’s Hollow. He looked to Reaper who had just trotted beside his master. He
nodded towards Norman’s Hollow and Reaper took off into the night, Garrett following
close behind.
When the two arrived at Norman’s Hollow, he was pleased with the sights that he
found. Goblins were rounding up the children into the square, then hacking into the
crowd of children, their mothers screaming protests and begging for their children’s lives;
they were killed next. Others in the horde were burning houses down. Reaper could wait
no longer and tore off into the chaos, immediately tearing a small boy limb from limb.
Men from the village began to form ranks under the direction of a strong
blacksmith wielding a giant war hammer that he must have forged. The blacksmith
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showed great skill in using it, killing several goblins every time he swung it. Garrett
normally wouldn’t mind losing a few soldiers, but with being so close to Salador, he
He pulled the axe from its loop and charged into the group of men, which raised
the goblins’ morale some. The goblins plowed into the men with their leader in their
midst, trolls and other races of the horde joining in the fray. Garrett singled out the
blacksmith, challenging him to a duel. Hans Jacobson met the challenge with a fury. He
swung the war hammer ferociously, though Garrett easily evaded the blacksmith’s
attacks.
He focused his energy into the battleaxe, the onyx eyes glowing dangerously.
Hans suddenly felt as though everything was hopeless, like nothing in the world mattered
to him. Hans felt weak; the last thing he saw was the battleaxe coming down in a
ferocious downward swipe; the last thing he felt was its razor edge crashing into his skull.
With their leader gone, the remaining men threw their weapons down in
surrender, hoping to be spared by their captor’s mercy. What they didn’t know is that
their captor has no mercy. Garrett laughed at them, and without a second glance, turned
away, reveling in their screams as the horde slaughtered each and every one of them.
Garrett watched as a bard of some sorts tried to run away into the night. He shook
his head and snatched a javelin from a nearby goblin, took aim, and launched it at the
poor fellow. The javelin struck home in his back, piercing his lungs and heart. He
walked calmly to the man, who was scarcely breathing. He bent down to look into the
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He grabbed the man’s lute, which was inscribed, Property of Olav Troobel. “So,
you are Olav Troobel?” The man could not reply. “Well, here’s your lute.” With that,
Garrett smashed the lute into Olav’s head, finishing the job that the javelin had started.
destroyed. Houses lay in ruins; bodies littered the ground, mostly the villagers of
Norman’s Hollow though some of his horde lay on the ground with them. Garrett
grinned; it had been a good raid. The sound of clashing steel still sounded in small
Reaper trotted up to Garrett, its tail wagging happily. He stroked his faithful
companion’s three heads warmly. He watched as a troll grabbed a man and snapped him
Reaper’s bark was the only warning he got. He spun around just as Gram’s
longsword came crashing down. He was startled to see Gram, but the surprise wore off
Fury and pure hatred shone in Gram’s eyes. A crowd of Garrett’s horde formed a
circle around the two combatants, eager to see their master at work. One goblin got close
to Gram and was slain on the spot and Gram took the goblin’s roughly made wooden
buckler. Garrett sized Gram up. “How did you escape,” he asked. He said it so casually
that he might as well have been asking what the weather was like.
Gram reached behind his back and pulled out the head of Bors from a bag on his
belt, its tongue lolling out of its mouth. “You should know one man cannot hold me in
check,” he snarled. He threw Bors’s head to the side and readied his longsword. “What
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Garrett shrugged his shoulders. “Eh, I was going to kill him in a few days
Gram could take it no more. He raised the longsword and charged. He swung the
sword and it met with the satisfying sound of sword on axe. Gram didn’t stop. He
pressed his attack, each time it was met by Garrett’s axe. The horde watched in awe as
Gram jumped back, but Garrett came right back in, working magnificent forms
with his battleaxe, Gram countering every one of them with his sword. Their weapons
became a blur as the pace of the fight picked up, the sound of steel on steel becoming one
long screech of metal. Garrett could see that even though Gram was old, his body had
not succumbed to weariness. The two stopped and took a step back. The buckler had
been broken early in the fight and Gram had discarded it.
Garrett leaned on the battleaxe. “Why don’t you tell me where the boy is? If you
had told me, this whole ordeal could have been avoided,” he said, gesturing all around
Gram looked around. It was true; Norman’s Hollow had been completely
destroyed. Fires burned all around, the bodies of the young and old lay sprawled
throughout the street, the bodies of his closest friends, Hans and Olav, all dead… Fire
The encounter did not last long this time. As Gram charged in, blinded by his
anger, Garrett dodged to the right quickly, dropped down, and stuck his foot out. Gram,
unable to stop his momentum, tripped over Garrett’s foot and fell flat on his face, his
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sword flying from his hand. He weakly tried to grab his sword, but Garrett kicked from
his reach.
Garrett grabbed Gram by the hair and hoisted him into the air. He stared into
Gram’s eyes, still burning with that inner fire. “Kill me,” Gram whispered.
Garrett shook his head, “No, you are still of some use to me. I may need you
soon.”
The evil grin that spread across Garrett’s face made Gram’s blood freeze. He
snapped his fingers and a man clad in dark armor strode to the two men.
“NOOOOOO!!!” Gram screamed, tears streaming from his eyes. In the man’s
right hand he held Selena’s severed head, her brown eyes glazed over in death, her tongue
Garrett laughed at Gram’s pain. “You may have killed Bors, but you must
remember: he meant nothing to me. On the other hand, your daughter meant the world to
Gram could not answer, tears still streaming down his face. Garrett shook his
head and threw Gram into the ground. Gram did not move, but he lay weeping on the
ground. “Tie him up,” he ordered. Gram did not resist as several goblins grabbed him
and tied him up tightly and hauled him off towards the camp.
Garrett looked at the carnage once more. He smiled at his horde’s handiwork.
His gaze fell to Bors’s severed head and the smile became a grin. It had been a good
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Chapter 6: Silver Peak
Aiden, Victor, and Kelindril stared in awe at the great mountain that lay before
them. Silver Peak. The great mountain loomed to awe-inspiring heights, taking the
breath from the three friends. Snow covered the rocky ground even in the dead of
summer. No one knew why Silver Peak was continuously covered with snow; most said
it was a mystery that dated back to the Age of Legends, but no one was completely sure.
“We have to climb that thing?” Victor asked, his eyes never leaving the great
mountain.
Tolgion nodded his head. “It’s not so bad really. We have crossed it many a time.
Although there is an old rickety bridge halfway up the mountain that I loathe having to
cross…”
Jamsig studied the mountain also. “You’re right, but we cannot waste time. We
must get to Salador to be rid of the dagger once and for all…” Jamsig winced as the voice
of U’groth Jon Balog roared its objection inside his head. “The sooner the better…”
Dodmic studied the mountain once more. He felt as though something dangerous
had arisen in the mountain, but what? The feeling did not go away as they started up the
treacherous slopes.
Aiden, Victor, and Kelindril did not have the experience that the three mercenaries
had with mountain, but they kept good pace with them nonetheless. Dodmic kept a fair
distance between himself and the rest, scouting the area, or so he told them. In reality he
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The six stopped around nightfall and made camp on a relatively flat slab of rock.
They kept the fire small incase there were any hostile creatures around. There was a
feeling of uneasiness in the camp, but that didn’t stop Aiden and Victor from shivering
air became deathly still; the only sound was the wind howling furiously from the
mountain’s peak, but it was the noise that came with the wind that had Dodmic worried.
A shrill sound was carried on the wind, a shrill sound of pain. Dodmic strained
his ears to try and hear what was being carried on the wind. After much straining and
concentration, he finally deciphered what was being screamed: “NO!!! We must find
“We must go,” Dodmic said urgently. “We should never have come here,” he
Dodmic stopped and stared at Tolgion, a wild light in his eyes. That look was all
that Tolgion needed to see before his face drained of all color. He nodded quickly and
The voice on the wind drifted to Dodmic’s ears once more. “Quiet! They are
Fear made Dodmic’s eyes even wider as he turned to his friends. “He knows we
“Who knows we are here?” Aiden asked, confusion written on his face.
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Dodmic gave Aiden the same look he gave Tolgion. Even though Aiden did not
understand what was going on, the look sent a chill down his spine. “Ivel,” Dodmic
whispered. “An ancient evil, once said to have escaped from the Abyssal Roundup after
the fall of U’groth, though no one knows if he is from the Abyss. He lives to serve the
Aiden, Victor, and Kelindril quickly began to help the others to grab the supplies.
Dodmic turned, “Leave it! Jamsig, grab a torch, we must go!” Jamsig lit a torch and
“I am coming my pretties!”
“RUN FASTER!” Dodmic yelled, the wind drowning his voice out. “HE’S
CLOSING IN!”
Sure enough, a gangly creature appeared out of nowhere and was running on its
hands and feet, closing the gap between them with surprising speed. Dodmic released the
arrow he had knocked into the blackness of night, but the arrow skipped off the stone
where the creature had stood moments before. Dodmic quickly knocked another arrow
and let it fly, but this time, Ivel jumped clear into the sky and landed in front of them.
Aiden and the others got a clear look at the creature in front of them. Ivel was
hunched over, his pale skin illuminated in the moonlight. He had long arms and legs.
His two green eyes were like orbs that captured the moonlight. He had strands of long,
stringy, brown hair on his head, but what caught the eye of the six were the two long teeth
that came down several inches past his chin. Ivel snickered, his voice hoarse and slightly
high-pitched.
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“Doesn’t they want to play with me?” his eye caught sight of the shining dagger
on Jamsig’s hip and the two orbs widened. “He has the Great Master! Give him back to
me!”
Ivel snarled. “Give me the Great Master or I’ll kill you now!”
Dodmic drew his twin fighting knives. “I know your tricks you filthy beast! I
will not allow you to take the dagger!” Jamsig put a hand on the hilt of the dagger and
rested his claymore across his shoulders, his face a picture of the utmost calm, his eyes
just begging the foul creature to make a move against him and his friends.
Ivel snarled. “Then you have made your choice!” Ivel charged at the six friends,
Aiden, Victor, and Kelindril drew their weapons and Tolgion readied his spear to throw.
Aiden was surprised at the quickness of this new adversary, but it didn’t seem to
faze Dodmic, Jamsig, and Tolgion who met the charge. Ivel jumped to unimaginable
heights once more and landed at their rear. Jamsig spun around and sliced with the
claymore, but all it found was empty air as Ivel jumped again.
Ivel landed next to Victor, and knocked him cold with a swift but heavy blow to
the head. Aiden began to go to his friend’s aid, but Ivel jumped back into the night,
laughing maniacally. The wind carried Ivel’s shrill voice as he retreated into the night,
laughing all the while. “Heh, heh, heh! One of the tricksters is down, but Ivel isn’t
finished yet! Heh, heh, heh! Ivel will be back soon my pretties!”
Dodmic released an arrow in the direction that he thought Ivel had gone, but once
more, the arrow skipped off the rocks. “Curses!” he spat. He turned to see Aiden bent
over Victor and concern crept into his eyes. He rushed over and checked Victor for a
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pulse and breathed a sigh of relief when he felt a slight pulse. That relief was short lived
He turned to Jamsig and Tolgion. “There is no way in the Nine Hells that we can
defeat Ivel. We need to get off the mountain as fast as possible. If we continue, it’s a
live.”
Aiden looked at the three mercenaries. “What? I think that we should continue.”
Dodmic’s dangerous look made Aiden take a step back. “You know not what we
face you fool boy! Ivel will kill us all before we can get off of this forsaken mountain!
“But-”
Dodmic grabbed Aiden’s collar and pulled him down to his height so he could
look in his eyes. “Ivel will kill us,” he said, punctuating each word. “He will not stop
following us until he has the dagger back. Look what he’s done to Victor!” Aiden turned
to Victor’s unconscious body. Maybe it is true; maybe they can’t defeat Ivel.
“Maybe we should-” Aiden’s statement was cut off as the ground started shaking.
When it finally stopped, Dodmic lit another torch and ran down the hillside. When he
Once more the wind carried the gleeful laughter of Ivel, cackling wildly. “Oh
joy! The path has been blocked! Hee, hee, hee! Now I get to play with some more!”
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Fear filled Dodmic’s eyes, but that passed as anger and hatred crept into them.
His grip tightened on the fighting knives. “We need to keep moving.”
“Jamsig will have to carry him if he needs to. Come on, we haven’t a moment to
Jamsig threw Victor over his shoulders and the six ran on in the dark, windy night.
While they ran, Ivel’s cackling laughter cut through the night, taunting them and
threatening them. Aiden felt like his chest was about to explode after running for what
seemed like forever. The only thing that spurred him on was Ivel’s laughter.
“Quickly!” Dodmic called to his friends from a short distance ahead. “Only a few
more yards until we get to the bridge! We can lose him there!”
The sun was beginning to rise as they ran faster and faster until the posts that held
the bridge came into view. Dodmic was the first there and he was frozen with fear. The
others soon joined him and saw what the problem was; the ropes on this side of the gorge
had been cut, leaving the bridge hanging from the two supports on the other side.
Jamsig cursed under his breath and laid Victor down. His eyes fluttered open and
he stood woozily. “What do we do?” Jamsig asked Dodmic, who was studying the
situation.
Dodmic didn’t answer right away. Ivel’s mocking laughter cut through the
darkness once more. “Ha, ha, ha! Trapped from the back, and trapped from the front!
What will the poor fools do? Well, they better think quickly! I am coming!”
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An idea came to Dodmic, a risky one, but they had no choice. “Jamsig,” he said,
spinning around on his friend, “you and Aiden have to toss me over the gorge to the
bridge.”
Aiden stared at Dodmic dumbfounded. “Throw you over the gorge? Dodmic,
that’s suicide!”
Dodmic shook his head. “It has to be done. When I make it to the other side, I’ll
cut the rope and send the rest of the bridge down the gorge. Then, I’ll tie a rope to an
arrow, shoot it across the gorge into the post and you guys can slide across. Now, are you
Aiden and Jamsig exchanged hesitant glances. Finally, Jamsig nodded. “You
Dodmic drew his two fighting knives before Aiden took hold of his left arm and
Dodmic took a deep breath before he nodded. The two began to swing him back
and forth. “On three,” Jamsig said when he believed Dodmic would have enough
momentum. “One…two…three!” Jamsig and Aiden released Dodmic, and both realized
Dodmic shot his fighting knives out and they stuck into the boards of the bridge.
Unfortunately, the shock of slamming into the wall was too much for the halfling. On
impact, his grip released momentarily, just enough to drop him into the chasm.
Dodmic screamed as he fell into the chasm. “NO!!!” Aiden yelled. A loud crack
split the air as a spear shot out suddenly, stone flying from the forceful impact, and
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pinned Dodmic’s cloak to the wall, leaving the halfling dangling above the sharp rocks
below. They turned to see Tolgion, his face set in stone, staring at his friend. His spear
was missing.
Dodmic took a deep breath and began his next move. He reached up and grabbed
the spear haft and began to swing. No novice to acrobatics after spending so many years
in the forest, he gained enough momentum and swung over the spear haft several times.
On the third revolution, he reversed his momentum halfway through the turn and landed
Sweat was beading on Dodmic’s forehead with the exertion, even in the cold,
early morning mountain air. He reached into his boot and produced a dagger to free the
part of his cloak that was pinned to the wall. With his cloak free, he began to bounce on
the spear haft. When he got his momentum, he gave a mighty leap and grabbed hold of
the boards at the bottom of the bridge. He then began to climb slowly to the top of the
Everyone watched in silent awe at the halfling’s prowess with acrobatics and
climbing. Dodmic finally got to the top of the cliff, his face red with exhaustion.
“Easier… said… than… done,” he wheezed to his companions. “Now… to get… you
guys across…”
Dodmic tied one end of a rope to one of the posts and the other end to an arrow.
He fitted the arrow into his bow and took careful aim. He released the bowstring and the
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arrow shot across the gorge into the post on the opposite side. He checked the rope to
make sure it wouldn’t collapse and gave thumbs up to his friends on the opposite side.
“I’ll go first,” Tolgion said. He hopped onto the bridge post with nimble grace,
and began tightrope walking across the rope with great ease. He hopped nimbly off the
rope halfway through the treacherous journey onto his spear. He pulled a dagger from his
belt and dug it into the wall. He stepped off the spear haft and wrenched it out of the wall
and he slung it over his back. He then flipped into the air, pulled his dagger free, and
embedded it into the wall. He repeated this motion several times before he got to the top
of the cliff.
Dodmic rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics. Aiden shook his head in admiration.
Kelindril went next. He had no trouble crossing the gorge, using his elven
prowess and his quarterstaff for balance. As Victor was about to go, Jamsig put a hand on
his shoulder. He reached into his bag and pulled out a pulley that had two handles on the
“Grab hold of the handles and give a great push off of the cliff. You will glide
across the gorge and the others will haul you up.” Victor grabbed the handles and gave a
push off the wall that sent him gliding, and screaming, over the gorge. He hit the wall
with a thud and almost lost his grip, but Kelindril and Dodmic pulled him up before he
Aiden followed suit, easily making the trip with out any incidents. As Jamsig
mounted the glider, he heard a maniacal laugh behind him. He spun around and there
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was Ivel, lounging on a rock. He drew his claymore and readied himself. Ivel dismissed
“So, you have made it this far have you?” he asked casually. “Trapped no more
are your friends on the other side, but you who has the Great Master is mine.” His eyes
Jamsig started inching towards the cliff edge. Ivel didn’t miss it. “So, you have
made your choice,” he hissed. Jamsig leapt into motion. He sheathed his claymore,
mounted the glider, kicked off, and soared across the gorge, twisting his body to flip
himself onto the opposite side before he hit the wall in one smooth motion. Grabbing a
dagger from his boot, he launched it at the opposite end of the rope, severing it from its
post, redrew his claymore, and severed the bridge from its remaining supports.
Ivel snarled and leapt across the gorge, hitting the rock wall. He began sliding
down the wall, so he dug his long teeth into the rock wall. He was dangling by his teeth,
and the six companions watched in disgust at what he did next. Ivel bent his back
backwards until his feet were resting on his long teeth. In one quick motion, he pulled
his teeth out of the wall, and dug them into the wall again.
Halfway up, he started cackling, dangling by his teeth once more. In a muffled
voice, he spoke. “You cannot escape Ivel! Oh no, you will never be rid of me!”
Ivel began his routine once more, the six staring dumbfounded at him. Dodmic
was the first to come out of the trance. “RUN!” he shouted, shaking his friends. Out of
their own trances, they all turned and ran, Ivel’s cackling following them.
Out of breath Victor stopped, bent over and breathing hard. “We…we can’t go on
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Jamsig slowed and turned to regard Victor. “He’s right. We can’t run the entire of
Dodmic looked at his friends, out of breath, panting, and looking like they would
pass out at any given time. “You’re right. But we’re going to need help. Up the ridge
there lives a dwarf. He’s an old acquaintance. He’s a little strange, but he should give us
aid. Come on, we haven’t much time. Ivel is probably already after us!”
They ran over the ridge and sure enough, there was a small stone house sitting on
the ridge. They ran up to the house and Dodmic began banging on the rough, wooden
The dwarf’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll get me axe,” he snarled. He went back into the
house and returned in a matter of seconds with a gleaming battleaxe in his hands and two
Aiden got his first good look at the dwarf when he exited the house. He had
blonde hair that came down to his shoulders, which was unusual for dwarves, who
usually had black, brown, or red hair, and a beard that came down to the middle of his
chest. What really caught Aiden’s eye were the dwarf’s hands. They were extremely
hairy, even for a dwarf, and his nails were at least four inches long. His eyes were
yellow, like that of a wolf, and shone when the light caught them. His battleaxe was
beautifully crafted; an axe only a master craftsman could forge. Aiden jumped in shock
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He looked to Dodmic, who gave him a look that told him that he would tell him
everything later. They followed the dwarf back down the ridge, his tail swishing with
every step. He put his ear to the ground and closed his eyes. He got back up slowly.
“Behind us,” he whispered. “Don’t draw yer weapons ‘til I tell ye to.”
Kelindril slid his dagger from his sleeves with what seemed no motion and Victor
gripped his dagger hilts tightly until his knuckles became white. Tolgion gripped his
“NOW!!!”
Jamsig’s claymore leapt into his hands and Anaiya leapt into Aiden’s hands as
they spun around, right as Ivel came charging from a small bush. Surprised, Ivel tried to
stop his momentum by digging his heels into the ground. Pain spread throughout Ivel’s
body as his right foot was pinned into the rocky ground by Dodmic’s arrow. Another
arrow shot from Dodmic’s bow and pinned Ivel’s left foot to the ground.
Ivel screamed as he tried to free himself from the ground. The dwarf ran toward
Ivel with surprising speed and kicked Ivel in the jaw. Ivel continued to squirm as the
dwarf put his foot on his throat and pushed him to the ground. He motioned for the
others. Jamsig and Aiden grabbed Ivel’s arms and pinned them to the ground. Dodmic
approached the squirming creature, an arrow knocked. He took aim and put an arrow
through Ivel’s left hand, pinning it to the ground with his feet. He motioned Aiden away
from Ivel’s pinned arm and knocked another arrow. He fired it into Ivel’s right hand,
They all backed away from Ivel, who was screaming in pain, blood pouring from
his wounds. The dwarf turned to Jamsig, Tolgion, and Dodmic. “Just like old times,
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eh?” Jamsig and the others nodded slowly. “Well, we can’t kill him, but this should keep
him out of yer way ‘til ye can off the mountain.” He looked around. “I thought there
Jamsig cast his eyes down. “There…were. We had a run in with some army from
the east. Tolgion, Dodmic, and I were the only ones who escaped. Roger also escaped,
fightin’ against?”
Tolgion shook his head. “We don’t know. All we know is that their leader was a
man clad in solid black armor and that he had a three-headed dog that was always next to
Aiden’s knees gave out from underneath him. “Bl-black armor? Three-headed
dog?” Aiden’s eyes were wide. “I-I had a dream about a man like that when we left
Norman’s Hollow. He said that he was going to Salador and conquering it!”
Jamsig, Tolgion, and Dodmic looked at him with wide eyes. “Why didn’t you tell
Jamsig turned to the dwarf. “Darnin, we need to get off Silver Peak to warn the
Darnin nodded. “Aye lets move.” He whistled a shrill note that cut into the
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There was a roar from somewhere in the mountain. Suddenly, a huge grizzly bear
tore through the brush. Aiden readied Anaiya, but lowered her when Darnin stroked its
head.
Dodmic nodded a smile on his face. “I haven’t seen him since he was a cub. My
Darnin nodded proudly. “Yep. Now, we need to go.” They all turned and started
“NO! Don’t leave me! I’ll die out here like this!”
Darnin snarled and turned on the wretched creature. “Ye know ye cannot die. No
matter how badly ye want to…” Ivel snarled and spat curses at them as they turned away
and began walking down the path that would get them off of Silver Peak.
Darnin took them down a narrow path, and within a few hours, they saw the green
leaves of the forest. “Thank you Darnin. Your help was greatly appreciated,” Jamsig
said, bowing before the dwarf. “We hope to see you soon.”
Darnin snorted. “Ye’ll be seein’ a lot o’ me. Me and Grizzle are comin’ with ye.”
Jamsig smiled and clapped his friend on the back. “Excellent. Something tells
Darnin bowed before Jamsig, and when he came up, his yellow eyes shone with
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They all nodded solemnly and turned started the last stretch that would lead them
to Salador. As they left, they heard another screech of pain on the wind that sounded like
Ivel. Kelindril did not miss Victor’s longing gaze for the dagger…
* * *
Garrett approached the prone figure on the ground. It was pinned to the ground
by four arrows, one in each foot and one in each hand. He gave it a good kick, which
woke it up. The creature screamed in pain. “Who did this to you?” he asked the creature.
It snarled. “A filthy dwarf, two filthy halflings, a rotten elf, and three disgusting
humans! Will you free me from my pain, oh merciful master? I would be most grateful!”
Garrett studied Ivel for a moment. “Which way did they go?” he asked.
“If you release me, I will lead you to them! They have taken a path that only the
Two eager goblins with evil smiles on their faces approached. They drew their
crudely made swords. Ivel screeched in pain as they began hacking off his hands and
feet. Blood poured from the stubs where his hands and feet had been.
“Make sure he doesn’t bleed to death, we still need him to show us the way off
the mountain.”
The goblins hauled Ivel to the supply wagons and poured scalding, hot salt water
over the stubs. He screeched even louder and passed out from the pain. Garrett shook his
head. “First he promises to show us off the mountain if we free him, then he passes out.
I guess he just wanted us to remove the arrows. He should have been more specific. Oh
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well, the deed is done.” He turned to the spot where Ivel had been. His hands and feet
were still pinned to the ground. Garrett shook his head once more, that evil smile on his
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Chapter 7: Salador
Three days off Silver Peak brought a wondrous sight to the companions: Salador,
the White City. Aiden, Victor, and Kelindril gazed in awe at the magnificent city, its
white towers shining in the afternoon sun. The seven companions and Grizzle
approached the silver portcullis that barred the beautiful, white gates. As they neared, a
Jamsig put his hand to his chest and bowed. “Aye that it be! How are doing
Marcus?”
“Just fine you old codger,” he yelled down. “Why don’t I let you in so that we
Aiden watched as the great portcullis was lifted from its position in front of the
gate. As the gates swung open and they walked through the gates, Aiden’s eyes popped
wide open as he gazed around at the city. Salador was paved with white cobblestone with
black cobblestone surrounding large segments of white, and as Aiden walked around, he
realized that the black cobblestone outlined a picture of a white bear. White marble
benches were carved into the outside of buildings, and pedestrians of all races walked
Each building was magnificently built from white limestone, each brick placed
exactly in its perfect spot; none too short, none too long, all made perfectly. Some of the
houses had stained glass windows with beautiful pictures on them. The houses had flat
roofs, but they were no less spectacular. Each roof had a garden on it. Some were
simple, while others would take Aiden’s breath away with their sheer beauty.
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The various flowers and plants gave the air a sweet exotic smell that gave Aiden a
feeling of peace and contempt inside. As they traversed through the streets, sights and
sounds from all around filled their senses. Sweet smells from the many bakeries and
savory smells of cooking meat from the many inns and taverns that lined the street made
Hawkers hawked their goods from the many stalls that lined the streets selling
everything under the sun. Weapons, various pieces of armor, thread, needles, food,
jewelry, and many other things. They came up to Aiden asking him to buy their goods,
and having never been in a real city before, did not know what to do. Lucky for him,
Jamsig grabbed him by the arm and hauled him off before he could be overwhelmed.
A beautiful park lay at the center of the city. Neatly trimmed, green grass waved
with the slight breeze. White marble park benches lined the white cobblestone path of
the park. Gardens of colorful flowers were planted around, giving the park a peaceful
atmosphere. A giant fountain was the centerpiece of the garden. A statue of a giant white
bear spewing water from its mouth sat on a pedestal in the center of it. People from all
races sat on the park benches, enjoying the sunny, summer day. Kids were playing in the
grass enjoying themselves while their parents chatted with their neighbors.
“Where are we going to again?” Aiden asked his mind still on the city.
Jamsig sighed and shook his head. “We’re going to the monastery to be rid of this
forsaken thing,” he replied, pointing to the dagger. He winced as U’groth screamed its
defiance in his head once again. “At least it’s only a few streets over…”
Aiden didn’t think that anything could astound him more than Salador, until he
saw the monastery. Towering to amazing heights, the Monastery of Salador was easily
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the most awe-inspiring building Aiden had ever seen. Its towering white spires seemed to
stretch to the heavens above and challenge anything to be any more magnificent than it.
Stained glass windows stretched almost to its height, beautiful pictures of saints, martyrs,
and heroes of old inlaid into the design. The great mahogany doors swung easily open
“Me an’ Grizzle will wait here,” Darnin said, stopping on the top step. Jamsig
The inside was no less spectacular. Row upon row of white marble pews
stretched the entirety of the monastery. The floor tiles were made of polished white tiles,
the sides trimmed with black to accentuate their shape. Statues of saints and heroes lined
the walls, each carved with meticulous detail down to the last hair on their heads. At the
front of the monastery was a huge, gilded altar. A red cloth was spread over the top of the
altar. A golden candle stand lay on top of it with nine candles burning.
As they entered, a plump priest came rushing towards them. He wore a white
priests’ gown with a purple line coming down the middle. He was short and plump with
graying hair.
“Tolgion!” he called, grabbing the halfling’s hand and shaking it. “It’s been so
long!”
Tolgion smiled as the priest shook his hand. “Aye, it has Benjamin. Do tell me,
“Tolgion, we have work to do,” Jamsig said, stepping between the two friends.
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Jamsig reached around and pulled the dagger from its sheath. The red ruby eyes
shone angrily. Benjamin took the dagger and as he studied it, his face paled. “Jamsig…
Jamsig nodded. “It’s the dagger that has the soul of U’groth Jon Balog imbued
“Yes, immediately! But this is such a powerful artifact and Archbishop Cambrian
“I’m afraid not. With such a powerful artifact, we need the Archbishop’s
knowledge to destroy it. The only thing we can do is to lock it up and put it under heavy
security. Come, follow me. I’ll put it in the vaults that are in the cellar.” Jamsig nodded
The priest took them down a winding flight of stairs that were in the back of the
monastery. The passage was dark and there were few torches on the wall. After several
minutes, they came to a stone wall the very bottom of the staircase. Aiden looked to
Jamsig with a puzzled look. Jamsig pointed towards the wall and Benjamin. Aiden
amazement as the bricks changed position and formed a doorway. Benjamin walked
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As they entered, there was a low growl from the darkness ahead. Benjamin
whistled softly and clapped his hands. Torches flared up around them and Aiden jumped
back at the sight of the guardian of the vaults: a small blue dragon. Benjamin walked
over and stroked its head softly. The dragon snorted and smoke came out of its nostrils.
He walked over to the wall on the opposite side and knocked on it. He continued to walk
around and tap on the wall. Finally, a small drawer appeared as the tapped on the wall
one final time. He placed the dagger into the drawer and closed it.
“There, it will be safe from anyone now,” Benjamin said as turned around. “Now
let us leave this place.” They all left the vault and traveled up the stairs. As they exited
the passage, Aiden squinted from the glare of the sun. “Is there anything else that you
Jamsig shook his head. “No, that is all. Thank you Benjamin. Keep it well
guarded.”
With that the group left the monastery. They found Darnin and Grizzle
entertaining a small group of children who were playing with Darnin’s tail. Tolgion
grinned and tapped Darnin on the shoulder. Darnin spun around, his face immediately
going red when he saw that the group had seen him playing with the children.
“Uh, ye shouldn’t sneak up on me like tha.’ I might have hurt ye,” the dwarf
grunted. The children around him giggled, and Grizzle let off a low growl that seemed
like a chuckle. Darnin glared at the bear. “What are ye laughin’ at ye great lummox?”
Aiden and the others laughed at the dwarf, who in return turned his glare onto
them. Jamsig shook his head. “Come on, we need to get to the palace.”
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The group walked down the road. Aiden thoroughly enjoyed the sights of
Salador. The thing that he loved the most was the sheer pristine beauty of Salador. He
loved the shining buildings and the beautiful rooftop gardens. Even with the impending
danger that only he and his friends knew about, he could not help but gaze at the beauty.
Jamsig snapped him out of his trance when they arrived at the palace.
Aiden had thought that the monastery was the most awe-inspiring building in
Salador, until his eyes fell upon the Palace of Salador. Towering above the entire city, the
castle of King Brutus the Great was a giant structure of shining white marble. Giant
tapestries depicting a white bear on a field of green hung down from the great walls that
surrounded the palace and statues of former kings were set along the cobblestone path to
Elven and human archers patrolled the battlements of the wall, each in shining
silver armor with the White Bear of Salador on the breast. Aiden looked at these knights
with envy, wanting to join their ranks, but he knew he had more pressing matters to
attend too. One of the archers on the battlements saw them and nodded to a knight on the
The great white gates creaked open and Aiden gazed in awe at the courtyard.
Beautiful garden of flowers were planted in the courtyard like everywhere else in the city,
but these gardens seemed to have a sense of magic to them. Bees buzzed around in the
colorful gardens, happily going about their business. White railing bordered the
cobblestone walkways, openings in the fence allowed one to walk through the gardens.
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As they approached the doors, Jamsig bowed to two guards. The bowed in return
and opened the doors to admit the group. As they walked in, a dark elf proudly strode up
The dark elf bowed low. He was tall and had a mane of white hair that he tied in
a ponytail. Aiden had never seen a dark elf before and was shocked by the dark, ebony
skin. The elf’s red eyes glowed with an inner fire and gave him the appearance that he
was ready for anything. On his hips were two swords with long, curved blades. His
shining plate mail had the White Bear of Salador on it and he wore a black cloak.
“Yes, it has. So tell, me how is the whole mercenary business working out for
you?”
“We will have to talk later Amon-Shi. We must talk to King Brutus. It is of
utmost importance.” Amon-Shi nodded and led the way to King Brutus.
Aiden gazed around at his surroundings. The walls were decorated with tapestries
embroidered with the white bear. Some had scenes of great battles depicted on them.
Magnificent paintings adorned the wall, depicting scenes of great moments from
Salador’s past. Suits of silver plated armor with the white bear on their chests were
spread throughout the corridors. Servants went on with their daily chores, seeming to
take no notice of the group. Knights and guardsmen patrolled the corridors, keeping a
Amon-Shi led them through several hallways and stopped when they reached two
great mahogany doors. Amon-Shi held up a hand and told them to wait. He opened the
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doors and closed them behind him as he entered the king’s audience chamber. When he
is one of the most skilled swordsmen and tacticians in all of Farlonia. Stories say that he
has never been defeated in battle. He is a very close friend of mine and you will never
“Thank you for those kind words Jamsig, but really, don’t you think that’s a little
much?” Amon-Shi asked as he returned. “King Brutus will see you now. Follow me.”
Amon-Shi opened the mahogany doors and admitted the group into the chamber.
King Brutus cut an impressive figure on his throne. His throne was carved out of white
mahogany and decorated with jewel of all colors. King Brutus himself was a man of
great stature. He piercing green eyes seemed to peer into your soul, but there was
compassion in his eyes. He had short, neatly cut brown hair and a neatly trimmed goatee.
At his right stood an ancient looking man, his long silver beard hanging down to
his chest. His crystal blue eyes watched the newcomers as they entered and a smile
spread across his face. He carried a long, wooden, white staff, carved with ancient arcane
runes. On his shoulder perched a red-tailed hawk, its piercing gold eyes watching their
every move.
Jamsig, Tolgion, Dodmic, Kelindril, and Darnin bowed before the king and his
advisor. When Aiden and Victor did not bow, Jamsig grabbed them both and dragged
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“Thank you for seeing us, your majesty. I wish we could meet under different
“What news do you bring Jamsig?” Brutus asked, leaning forward in his throne.
Jamsig shook his head. “I do not know your majesty. On our way to Salador we
were attacked by a man in shining black armor and his horde of horrible creatures. They
came out of nowhere and surprised us; we were massacred. Dodmic, Tolgion, and I were
the only ones to survive. Roger had escaped, but he died of his wounds shortly after.
Your majesty, the only thing that this man brings is death and destruction.”
Brutus stared at the company before him. He turned to his advisor. “What do you
The old man stared thoughtfully at the group. “We must take this news into
consideration. I shall send Jarkle to scout out the area.” He turned to his hawk and
whispered into its ear. The hawk nodded, spread his wings, and took off into the bright
afternoon sun.
Jamsig shook his head. “There seemed to be more of them than the stars in the
clearest of night skies. Your majesty, do you think Salador will be able to hold against
such an attack?”
King Brutus closed his eyes. “No one has ever breached the walls of Salador. We
have held for centuries in the past, and we will hold against this enemy. Salador will not
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Amon-Shi nodded his head slowly. “And while you are king, I shall be your
blade.” His red eyes flashed with an inner fire. “With the Knights of the White Bear on
this side of the wall, and with Jamsig the Great, Dodmic the Hawk-Eyed, Tolgion the
Bard, and Darnin the Brute, we shall conquer this enemy. This I do swear!” His two
blades flashed out of their scabbards to punctuate the point. The sun glinted off of his
swords and cries of “All hail King Brutus!” and “For Salador and the White Bear!”
Aiden felt his spirit soar with the Knights’ devotion to their king and kingdom.
Anaiya’s sapphire eyes glowed brightly. “I have never seen such dedication. They have
a chance to win Aiden. I will do my best to aid you in the upcoming battle.”
“We must make preparations immediately,” Brutus said, rising from his throne.
“Two weeks ago,” Tolgion replied. “By my estimate, they will be here by the end
of the week.”
Jamsig, Tolgion, Dodmic, Darnin, come with me; we must plan carefully if we are to hold
the city.” The five nodded and followed King Brutus into a separate room.
Jamsig turned to Aiden, Victor, and Kelindril before leaving. “Don’t get into any
trouble. We’ll be back as soon as we can.” With that Jamsig turned around and exited
the room.
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Aiden, Victor, and Kelindril gazed around awkwardly. The soldiers in the room
stared at the three and Grizzle. Finally, a young soldier approached them. He eyed the
“My name is Gardial. You three look like you know how to fight. Want to have a
three-on-three duel?”
Aiden looked to his friends who shrugged in return. “Sure, but there is only one
of you.”
The soldier rolled his eyes. He nodded back to a corner and an elf and another
human approached the four combatants. They were both dressed in the armor of the
Knights of the White Bear. The elf carried a spear and the human had two daggers on his
belt. Aiden raised an eyebrow and looked at the challenger; he had a claymore strapped
“This is Belandir and Nadir. So now that there are three of us, would let’s fight,”
he said.
A smile crept onto Aiden’s face. “So, I’m guessing it’ll be Kelindril and your
Elven friend, Victor and your other friend, and you and I. Am I correct?”
The soldier grinned and nodded his head. “Not as dumb as I thought. Follow us.”
The three Knights led Aiden, Victor, and Kelindril through a door to a large room.
The room was full of weapons and practice dummies. One corner of the room was roped
off; a sparring corner Aiden presumed. Sure enough, the leader of the Knights led them
to the corner. He and his companions began taking off their armor and sliding pads over
the blades of their weapons. They motioned Aiden and his friends to put the protective
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When their weapons had been covered, Aiden and his friends squared off against
Gardial looked at Aiden. “You seem like the best fighter of your friends. Why
Aiden nodded and the two combatants entered the ring. Aiden eased Anaiya out
of her silver scabbard and readied himself. Gardial followed Aiden’s example and the
two squared off. Aiden studied his opponent, looking for any potential weaknesses, and
noticed Gardial doing the same thing. Aiden lunged in, Gardial intercepting Anaiya and
parrying with his own counterattack. Aiden dropped down low to his knees and swept
As Gardial’s sword was about to make contact with Anaiya, Aiden suddenly
reversed the momentum of the blade. Gardial missed Aiden completely and due to the
momentum of his swing, he couldn’t bring himself to counter Aiden’s next attack.
Gardial fell to the ground and rolled to the side, his claymore coming up to
intercept another strike from Anaiya. Aiden rolled backwards and came up on his feet,
Anaiya readied for another strike. Gardial leapt to his feet and the two squared off once
more. The two warriors met in a headlong charge, their blades smacking one another.
Finally, the two stopped their battle and bent over, both of them breathing hard.
Gardial held his hand out. “You fight well. Let us call this match a draw.”
Aiden nodded, still breathing hard. He and Gardial took the padding off of their
blades, sheathed them, and exited the ring. Kelindril clapped Aiden on the back as he
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exited the ring. Just as Kelindril was about to enter the ring, Victor stepped forward and
so did the Knight directly across from him. He held out his hand. “Greetings, I am
Nadir.”
Victor smirked and stepped into the ring. “Let’s get this over with.”
Nadir raised an eyebrow and looked to his friends. They just shrugged and Nadir
stepped into the ring. Victor drew his daggers and set into a stance; Nadir followed his
example. The two began to circle each other, like two lions ready to pounce. Nadir
lunged suddenly. Victor intercepted the man’s dagger and drove his boot into his stomach
in one quick motion and knocked the wind out him; Nadir went down, gasping for breath.
Victor stood over the fallen man, an evil grin on his face. Kelindril narrowed his eyes
and moved his arm slightly. His eyes widened when he saw that Victor was starting to
Victor began to circle Nadir, ever so slowly inching the padding off of the dagger.
Nadir was still curled over, gasping for breath. Victor shook his head and launched a
second kick into the man’s ribs, knocking him on his side. The dagger padding flew off
Nadir suddenly swung his feet around, tripping Victor and knocking him down.
In the same motion, Nadir was on his feet, a serious look on his face. Victor snarled and
leapt to his face, swinging his other dagger with great force and launched the padding on
it into Nadir’s face, stunning him. Victor raised his dagger and lunged at Nadir, scoring a
deep slash in his foreleg. Nadir dropped his daggers and clutched his injured leg.
Victor’s eyes had a glazed look to them and his grin grew wider as he approached Nadir
slowly; slowly turning his dagger over as he neared the injured man.
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A dagger shot out of nowhere, the blunt the handle smashing into Victor’s dagger
hand. Victor dropped the dagger with a howl and clutched his aching hand. Aiden
Victor began to reach for his missing dagger but Aiden jumped over the ropes and
wrestled his friend away from it. Nadir’s friends dragged him out of the ring, their own
weapons bared at Victor when Nadir was safely out of harm’s way. Aiden held Victor
tightly, who was still struggling for his dagger. Victor began lashing out with his legs and
snarling.
“Come back and fight you coward!” he yelled, spittle flying everywhere. “Let me
finish what I started! Oh, I see, you can’t walk? Well let me put you out of your
misery!”
Victor elbowed Aiden hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him, and
lunged for his dagger. He grabbed the dagger and launched it towards Nadir. Thud!
Nadir opened his mouth in surprise as the dagger thudded into his chest. He tried to
speak, but all that came out was an incoherent gurgle. Aiden stared in shock as Nadir’s
Aiden, Kelindril, Gardial, and the elf stared in shock at the dagger protruding
from Nadir’s chest; Victor was howling with laughter. Gardial began to shake Nadir’s
dead body, tears streaming down his face and hoping that there was a little life in his
comrade.
Belandir looked up from his dead comrade, fire blazing in his eyes. He uttered
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Aiden stared at Victor who was still laughing hysterically. Belandir shouted at the
Soldiers spilled out of every room, weapons bared and closing around Aiden,
Kelindril, and Victor. The soldiers gazed at Nadir’s dead body and their eyes widened in
King Brutus, Hardin, Amon-Shi, Jamsig, Tolgion, Dodmic, and Darnin suddenly
burst through the doors through which Aiden and the rest had originally entered. They
saw the large crowd surrounding Aiden and the others and immediately rushed to see
“What is all the commotion?” Brutus asked. His eyes widened as he saw Nadir
on the ground. “NO!!! NADIR!!!” The king fell to the ground crying, cradling the
Everyone watched in silence as the king wept; everyone except Victor, who was
still laughing. After what seemed for hours, the king finally stopped weeping. He raised
his head from Nadir’s body, his eyes red and swollen from his tears. In a quiet, cold, hard
voice, he spoke. “Who did this…? Who did this to my son?” he finished in a loud cry.
Aiden looked to Kelindril in shock. “The king’s son?” he thought. “Victor just
“He did it!” Gardial exclaimed, pointing to Victor. “He is the one who killed
Nadir!”
Jamsig and the others looked at Victor incredulously. “Victor, is this true?”
Jamsig asked.
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Victor abruptly stopped laughing and he narrowed his eyes. “What’s it to you?
What if I did?”
King Brutus’s eyes shone with pure rage and hatred towards the man. His hand
was already darting for his sword, but in one quick motion, Amon-Shi grabbed his hand
and stopped him from drawing his blade. “You killed my son!!!” the king cried, breaking
down in tears once more. He buried his head into Nadir’s chest, the dagger still
Victor laughed at the king. “Weakness. You show to much of it,” he cackled. “A
ruler is supposed to be strong, not weak. Am I not right? Heh, I bet you don’t do
anything to me. Are you going to have me hanged for killing your little boy?”
Everyone stared in shocked silence at Victor. The only sound in the room was
from the king’s heavy breathing. His breathing was not of sorrow now, but of anger.
When he raised his head once more, the rage was increased tenfold. “No… I will not kill
you, not personally at least,” he hissed. “I will give you a day’s start, and then I will send
my most brutal soldier and the best tracker in all of Salador after you to do with as they
The dark elf was on Victor before the king had a chance to finish. Amon-Shi
grabbed Victor in a vice-like grip around the neck and threw him on the ground. Gardial
pounced on the man, pinning him to the ground. Victor kicked and thrashed about, trying
to get loose. More men grabbed Victor and bound his hands behind his back with heavy
ropes. A huge man chained a collar around his neck and jerked him upright with the
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Aiden watched in horror as they dragged his friend away. Victor was screaming
protests and thrashing about. His eyes met Aiden’s and in that moment, the glazed look
was gone and the Victor he had once known was there. “Aiden! Help me! Please!” he
shouted, his voice ringing in Aiden’s ears as they dragged him around the corner.
“PPLLEEAASSEE!!!”
Silence settled in the room. Aiden looked to Jamsig, who had his head downcast;
Tolgion was still staring in the direction where Victor had been hauled off; Dodmic had
his eyes closed, his lips quivering; Darnin sat down and rubbed his head; Kelindril was
staring where Victor had been hauled off, his face set in stone. King Brutus was stroking
his dead son’s head, the anger that had filled him was burned out and there was a new
Hardin leaned next to King Brutus and whispered some soft words. After several
long moments, he finally nodded and stood. His face was set in stone as he turned on
* * *
There it was. Salador, City of the White Bear. It had been a long, fruitful
campaign, and now the crown jewel of the campaign stood before him. Reaper growled
softly, just barely audible. Garrett stood on a ridge that was not far from the white city,
gazing down in contempt at what was to come. Images of Salador falling to his might,
his standards rising above the beautiful city, his enemies being put to death in front of his
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But how to get it? Telepathic images emitted from the dagger in the city gave him
his answer. A man, no… a boy, yes, a boy with short brown hair and a wide-brimmed
hat. Two daggers on his belt, a leather vest over his white shirt.
“But who is this boy?” he wondered, “and what does he have to do with the
dagger?”
Reaper suddenly stood up, all six ears perked on his head. Garrett looked to the
dog and pulled out his spyglass. He noticed the portcullis rising from its position and the
white gates opening. He scrunched his eye as he watched the scene unfold. As the gates
opened, several men threw someone out of the city. The man got up and tried to run back
in, but was immediately stopped. He watched as the gates closed and the portcullis was
lowered.
As Garrett lowered his spyglass, his grin grew even wider. “Well,” he said to
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