Chapter 5

V

“Woah! Incoming!!!” shouted a voice from the skies.

In the next instant a great shadow loomed overhead, a hollow growl and a woosh came forth, nearly knocking the four knights accompanying Talan, Maya and Cedric.

Talan and Maya held their ground and calmed their horses. Cedric was fortunate to manage the same. They looked above and the shadow in the sky made a turn and hovered close to the group.

“My deepest apologies master rider. This one is a fairly new mount.” said the voice coming from the shadow.

Cedric covered his eyes from the glare of the sun to get a better view of the shadow. Great leather like wings spread out for several meters towards the side; huge limbs riddled with horned plates and massive claws on its toes; Its enormous head bobbing on a very long and thick neck.

“A Dragon!” gasped Cedric.

“Not just any dragon, it’s a Horned Ashborn.” replied the dragon rider, seemingly pleased with himself.

“And a fine one it is…” remarked Talan.

“Are you the ones from Azuria? I expected there would be more of you, at least twelve, but all I count is seven.” inquired the dragon rider.

“We were the only ones sent here, the rest are on their own agendas on the other academies.” replied Maya.

“I see, well it doesn’t really matter. Welcome to the Dragon Lands, stomping grounds of the mighty dragons of Kalen and home to the Mevenoth Academy. If you would follow me I would direct you to the main building. My name is Ocim and I shall be your guide.”

The dragon rider took the reins of his giant mount and pulled it over to one side. The Ashborn let out a small growl but inevitably walked the way his rider intended. Talan and his group followed shortly after.

“The Dragon Lands are made up of the six small sovereign states of Dragonmill, Ashbourne, Drakehedge, Scalerock Crags, Dreco Point and Marshclaw. The Fairwick Mountains, a group of crags detached from the main mountain range of Dragon Ridge is where we find most of these majestic beings. Dragon Ridge itself has several species of dragons living among its heights, but they are too difficult to tame, the ones in Fairwick are easier to handle.”

The group came across the main road, it was wide enough for four dragons the size of the one that is accompanying them to sit side by side.

“Our way of life here circles around these fine creatures. So we tend to accommodate anything relating to dragons, as you can see here our roads are an example.”

“Pretty impressive I must say. How far are we from Mevenoth?”

“It won’t be long now sire, after we pass through that bend we shall come across a valley and you will see then Mevenoth sir.”

When they came across the bend they beheld a grand castle of stone built at the side of a mountain. A glimmer of lustrous purple due to the crystals embedded in its walls can be beheld from where they stood. The way the architecture was done made it look like the castle grew out of the side of the mountain naturally. Several spires surround a grand structure with a leveled top in the center of the castle.

As the group started descending down the valley there suddenly came a booming growl from behind them. Before the group could turn two winged reptilians flew overhead and gusts of wind followed them.

One was colored blue and the other hued in yellow. The two zoomed through the air with such swiftness that they are nearly streaks of blue and yellow. They seemed to be enjoying it as they spiraled, plummeted, dashed and performed other aerial tricks.

“Hmph, show offs…” muttered Ocim.

“What species of dragons are they?” inquired Talan.

“Well they aren’t really dragons per se. They are called Drakes. “Dragon” is just a collective term for the winged reptiles but they are subdivided into classes.” replied Ocim.

“That blue one is an Azure Drake and the yellow is a Golden Leatherhead.” pointed Cedric.

“Yes, that they are. I’m assuming you take particular interest in Dragonry since it is hard to actually tell what they are with just a glance especially at that speed.”

“No not really, I just read a few.” said Cedric sheepishly.

“Since we got quite a way ahead of us, won’t you care to enlighten me some more about these dragons? I’m eager to learn more.” said Talan.
“Why certainly!” said Ocim with enthusiasm.

“There are about five main classes of Dragons. First is the True Dragon, like my Horned Ashborn here. This is the image you would associate with when the term dragon is mentioned, long thick neck, four limbs and bat-like wings. Of course there would be other details when you mention the different species within the class but let us not go into that.

The two you saw that were showing off were Drakes. They look very similar to the True Dragons but there is a striking difference if you would take a second look. Their wings are actually their forelimbs. When on the ground those wing flaps fold in and you could clearly see the forelimbs.

Then there are the Wyrms, serpent-like dragons, it is rare to find those in this area but I heard they thrive in the oriental regions, namely Windburn Isles.”

They kept moving along the path towards Mevenoth when to their right they saw a group of bi-pedal reptiles grazing.

“Those ones over there are called Dragoons. Their frame is smaller than that of normal dragons. Though they have forelimbs as well, they are not used for walking but rather for holding since as you can see they are quite small. You would also observe that their wings are independent from their limbs.”

Ocim took out a sling shot from a leather bag and hurled a projectile at the herd. Alarmed the herd started moving, dashing off away from the group and then after a few moments started taking flight.

“Out of all the dragon classes these are the only ones that actually group into herds. That being said they are the most common ones found here in the Dragon Lands and widely used by the armies, more so than horses actually.

Now the rarest class of dragons is the Wyvern. Characterized by having two legs, two wings and no forelimbs, not much is known about them since they are harder to find than the wyrms. They say a few have been spotted east of the Dragon Ridge, but that is Devall Territory and we do not venture there.”

They finally reached the massive gates of Mevenoth. It too was made of stone. Ocim took out a hollow curved horn and blew on it. A replying horn sound came from one of the gate towers and the gates started to open.

“I find it strange that there aren’t any villages or towns in the valley before we got here.” remarked Maya.

“Ah, that is because they are all living inside the mountain. As close as we are with the dragons, they still see us as potential prey, and any human caught unguarded in the open valley are pretty much open games for the wild dragons that still come and go.”

“Is that the same with all of the other townships?” asked Maya.

“No, Mevenoth is unique in that this is like the melting pot of the dragons, for some reason they seem to favor hanging about in this area. Other towns such as Dragonmill and Dreco Point need not go into hiding and just need a basement or something built in their houses just in case a stray wild dragon decides to lay waste to their town.”

“So Mevenoth is not just merely an academy for dragon knights but is a town itself?” asked Talan.

“Yes, that is correct. But the town came in later after the institute was established and the castle built into the mountain.”

They entered its large corridors and came into a very large hall. Everything in Mevenoth seems to be in grand scale. Even dragons have enough room to move about as evidence that Ocim did not even dismount when coming inside to Mevenoth Castle.

“I have read that Mevenoth was huge but nothing in the books could ever describe what I’m seeing now…” Cedric gaped.

“We are at the lower entrance of Mevenoth, this leads straight into the town proper. The Academy is several levels up.”

They strolled further into the entrance and soon found themselves immersed in downtown Mevenoth. It’s not quite like Azuria, though it seems to be a busy place the streets are exceptionally wide, the buildings have flat roofs, most likely for dragons to land on. The place was located in a huge cavern, large enough to contain a big town and have enough space for dragons to fly about. To the side of the cavern there are stairways leading to different parts of the mountain.

“Over to the side there is the stairway that leads to the academy. It’s easily seen since it has the emblem of the school right on its stair posts.” remarked Ocim pointing to his left.

“I guess we have to leave our horses here since they can’t climb stairs, what about your dragon Ocim?” asked Maya.

“No worries, I’ll just fly. There is an attendant waiting at the stairway; you may want to leave your horses to him. He is a wild mage so he will calm down your horses. I’m pretty sure they are skittish being so close to an intimidating creature. So I guess I’ll be meeting you at the top.”

And with that Ocim snapped his reins and the Horned Ashborn flew off leaving a cloud of dust behind.

The company of Talan followed shortly and eventually reached the top of the stairs. Ocim and his dragon where already there and he seemed to be discussing with someone.

“I thought you guys had an important shipment coming in? If it’s so important how come I don’t see any guards at all.” argued Ocim.

“We don’t want to attract any unnecessary attention from the townspeople or even the spies of Devall. You should actually keep your voice down, we don’t want word of this spreading around.” came the stern reply from the other person.

“Well you better make sure nothing happens to that shipment, or else the general would have all our heads.”

Ocim spotted Talan and his group and came up close to them.

“Sorry about that, Mevenoth politics. Now if you would just follow me we shall meet the headmaster of the academy.”

Everything in Mevenoth seemed to be made of stone, from the walls to the furniture. The company was led to a chamber in one of the sections of the academy. When they came across a window Cedric peered outside and realized they were in the central tower, the big infrastructure surrounded by the spires. They reached the only wooden door that they ever come across in Mevenoth. Ocim knocked twice and then went in signaling Talan to follow him.

“Ah, come in, come in my guests. You must be Talan I have heard much about you. Oh, and lady Maya. It is a pleasure to finally meet you. Hmm, and who is this young one?” the headmaster was quite energetic for an old timer, shuffling off his chair and approaching the newcomers, giving them firm handshakes.

“His name is Cedric Northwade, a student at Azuria. I requested that he tag along with us, extracurricular activities as one might say.” replied Talan.

“Ah, very good, very good-oh, where are my manners, I am headmaster LaDryn. How may I serve you?”

“We just came by to visit, do a little sight seeing.” said Talan.

“Is that right? I see, well you are in luck since there is an event taking place up on the roof. There are some training exercises being held for our Dragon Knights. You will see them do their rounds on the roof and in the air. I’ll take you there myself if that pleases you.”

“We are honored.” replied Maya.

And LaDryn led them up into the top of the tower. They passed through a few small hallways fit only for humans and possibly smaller framed dragoons which led to a grander hallway. It then led to a stone embedded path that inclined upward.

“This is the Causeway; going down it leads straight to downtown Mevenoth. Going up you will end up at the top of the center structure. That is where we receive most of our shipments from the neighboring towns of the Dragon Lands. The lower entrance is for the shipments from other towns that don’t use dragons or airborne means of transportation.”

The group soon reached the roof and was met with a myriad of dragons and their riders. One side of the leveled roof was specifically set aside for the knights and their drills. The other was kept clear for landing dragons and airships.

“It is amazing that no fights break out between the dragons.” remarked Maya.

“The dragons are not allowed anywhere unless they are fully tamed and trained. We used to catch wild ones back in ancient days. But then we opted to breed our own, we still have a long way to go in perfecting that method but we are getting there. Dragoons seem to be the easiest class to breed.” stated LaDryn.

“Taming is a whole different matter. Dragons seem to be picky with their riders. You can’t just go and break one in like you do a horse. Doing that would result in death. From the time of capture or breeding a rider must be in contact with his desired dragon, and even then it is not certain that the dragon will allow the rider to ride him.” added Ocim.

“I see there is a lot going in to being a dragon knight. So I guess those who actually make it out alive are considered the best of the best.” said Talan

“Yes, something to that effect. Ah, here is the shipment we requested from Marshclaw.” Ocim pointed at an airship flanked by two dragoons.

“About time these got here. I have been trying to acquire this particular package since-“
All of a sudden a loud explosion was heard. Flames spewed from the cabin of the airship and its balloon started to deflate. The dragoons flanking the airship tried to get close and assist the people inside but then a fireball came out from the sky and hit one of them, sending the dragoon and its rider careening down into the landing.

“Bloody hell! Look alive knights we got ourselves a situation! I need three dragons to help that airship make a landing, the rest of you ready for a scramble!” Ocim started barking orders.

As dragons and people were trying to organize themselves another fireball fell from the sky and crashed into a docked airship.

“Damn it! Get your butts up in the air! This is not a drill! Why are the Spires not working!? Charge ‘em up! Watch out! Incoming!”

And another fireball exploded just a few yards from Ocim.

“Talan, Maya, we sure could use your help here.” said Ocim crawling out of debris.

A shrieking growl is heard in the air. As Cedric looked up three silhouettes of dragons can be seen above Mevenoth. The silhouettes then did a nose dive and the two spiraled around the center silhouette. As they did so, flames started forming on the snouts of the three. In the next instant another fireball was free falling towards Mevenoth.

It was about to hit one of the passenger airships when Maya suddenly came in the path of the fireball and deflected it with her bare hands. Seemingly from out of nowhere she suddenly pulled out her weapon, a chain scythe. As the three dragons pulled up to prepare for another assault Maya thrusts her scythe into the air and the blade flew out of the staff and found its mark in one of the dragon’s leg. She flicked the staff and the resulting whiplash drove the blade deeper and ended up cutting off the leg of the assailing dragon. It gave off a deafening shrill and tried escaping but it only got to a few meters before another whiplash from Maya’s scythe brought its blade right through the skull of the dragon.

The dragons of Mevenoth have already taken flight and are starting to charge towards the two remaining dragon attackers. They were about to close in when a volley of fireballs met them. A number of dragoons, true dragons and drakes fell from the ambush. Six drakes and four dragons came swooping down to assist the two assailants. They circled above the landing readying another onslaught.

“This does not look good.” said Ocim.

Chapter 4

IV

It was a breezy summer morning. The first streaks of dawn crept inside Cedric’s room in the pages’ quarters. The chirp of birds outside stirred him and he sluggishly rolled over and slowly tried to wake himself. As he slowly opened his eyes a dark figure blocked his view of the window in front of him. Instantly his senses came to a staggering alert. He jolted himself fully awake and was about to reach for the dagger under his bed mattress when the figure spoke.

“Relax, it’s just me…”

Cedric rubbed his eyes and then his sight cleared to reveal Talan Stormwind seating by the window.

“M-master Talan! Uh-how did you-?”

“Get in? hmm, I have my ways. In any case, gear up and follow me.”

Without even the slightest hesitation Cedric bolted out of bed and started to suit up. Though he was still confused as to what is happening he obediently followed Talan outside into the Academy grounds.

“Do you always sleep in?” asked Talan once they were strolling down one of the paved walkways on the grounds.

“No sir, not really. You see, today is a holiday. We don’t have any official training or lessons during these times so we try and sleep in and get as much rest as we can.”

“I see, no wonder the place was quiet even after dawn.”

“On normal days we get up even before dawn and do our morning drills either here on the grounds or in the practice courts.” Cedric yawned.

“Interesting… I really should apologize for this abrupt invitation to accompany me this morning.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it sire, it’s an honor walking along side a person such as yourself.”

A chuckle escaped Talan.

“Drop the fancy curtsies; you don’t need to do that around me in these situations.”

“I’ll try and remember that sire.”

“I am very much interested in this facility known as the Azuria Knigts Academy. Want to tell me something about it?”

“What would you like to know?”

“Let’s start from the beginning, how was this academy founded?”

“If I remember correctly exactly 80 years ago, Azuria had a reformation within its armies. They wanted to have a solid foundation for the training of their knights instead of the crude way of drafting the people to fight in their wars.”

“Is the Knights Academy the only one of its kind in Kalen?”

“No sir, there are at least four other academies scattered across the Alroth continent, though I am unsure if Devall also has one.”

“Do these institutions interact with one another?”

“Yes, we hold events to get in touch with the other academies. In fact, there is a tournament coming up within a month, the Pentagon Cup.”

“And what is this Pentagon Cup all about?”

“Basically it’s like a friendly competition between the five academies. They participate in several fields of events. We have the ground duels with all manner of weapons, the mounted duels – jousting included, archery, running, and the team sports.”

“Are you joining these said competitions?”

“I haven’t thought about it. I’m not really outstanding when it comes to the sports but it would be nice to be a representative of Azuria.”

Talan didn’t say anything and just continued walking along the path. He then heard a noise coming from the halls.

“What is that?”

“Hmm? Oh, they must be using the practice courts.”

“I thought it was a holiday?”

“Some use the time to practice and hone their skills a little more.”

“Let’s drop by for a visit shall we?”

Before Cedric could answer Talan was already walking towards the courts. The courts took up three of the nine sections of the academy. Usually, physical training is done outdoors but during the wet and wintry seasons when instructors deem it too taxing to hold classes outside, they use the courts.

Today, they put out the soft mats on the floor; freestyle combat is the regimen today.

Cedric walked behind Talan as they surveyed the floor. Lads doing flips, jumps and some seem to be doing a sort of dance.

“Seems fun…” commented Talan.

Cedric did not reply and was quite fidgety.

There was a group gathered at one side of the courts. They seem to be huddled and spectating something occasionally cheering or jeering. Talan casually went over there.

“What’s wrong Cedric?” asked Talan as he noticed Cedric didn’t follow him to the group.

“N-nothing sir, it’s just that-”

“Well look who’s here…” a booming voice from the huddle.

The crowd parted revealing the speaker. He was a lad about the same year as Cedric but with a better built physique. He had his arms crossed and gave off an air of arrogance.

“If it isn’t chicken boy, how long has it been since you showed yer loser face around here?”

Talan looked over at Cedric who looked away.

“If I may ask, what did he do to be called chicken boy?”

“Heh, we got matched up once, all through out he just ran around avoiding my hits like a chicken.”

“I see, but did you actually managed to hit him?”

“Well I-uh…” the boy was stumped.

“So you didn’t… Now I wonder, if he is a chicken, maybe I should call you a turtle.” said Talan, a smirk on his face.

“Who do you think you are?! Think you can take me on?!”

“Well if Cedric managed to avoid you then I guess… well…” that smirk getting increasingly evil.

“How about you shut up and show me what you got then?”

The crowd was silent. The tension in the place was thick. Cedric kept on looking at Talan.

“Sir, you can’t-”

“Sure, let’s dance.” said Talan before Cedric could utter anymore.

“You seem new around here, you have no idea what you are getting yourself into.” said the boy, already pumping up to fight.

“Well, I’ll have that idea soon enough, may I know your name sir?”

“Leonard Seymour sire.” said the lad giving a mocking low bow. “And don’t worry, you don’t need to tell me your name, I already know what it is… Loser.”

A chorus of ooohs came from the crowd. Talan just smiled and nodded. The two then walked over to the center of the huddle. Cedric rushed over to see, worry clear on his face.

“Oooh your friend gonna get it now, ain’t no one as strong as Leo. You know it, I see you worryin a mile away.” said one of the people beside Cedric. His name was Chadwick a dark skinned youngster one year below Cedric.

“It’s not him I’m worrying about…” replied Cedric.

True, Leonard may be the top student when it comes to the physical drills and training but with what Cedric saw the first time he met Talan, and that thing at the stairway he was clearly worried as to what might happen to Leonard.

Chadwick looked at him quizzically but didn’t reply and just went back to watching the match that is about to transpire.

“I hope you know how to grapple-strike.” said Leonard circling around Talan, his hands out ready to take action.

“So that’s the dance step, fine by me.” and proceeded to circle as well.

BLAG!

In a matter of moments Talan had his back on the mat and Leonard standing over his head.

“How was that, Loser?” a smug look was on Leonard’s face.

“Not bad…” Talan got up and straightened himself out. “Continue…”

“Psh, looks like you really want to get hammered.”

And they locked arms and tried to sweep each others feet. Leonard then shifted to one side and then abruptly swung his body to the other side putting his foot under Talan who then tripped and was sent to the mat once more.

“Youch! Ced you’re friends getting a beating. Azuria is top on all ground combat tournies and Leo is the top dog of Azuria. Your friend got no chance at this.” exclaimed Chadwick.

Cedric almost didn’t hear what Chadwick said, he was looking intently at the two combatants.

In the next few rounds Talan was either sent to the mat or to his knees with grapple holds, submissions and various throws by Leonard. The crowd roared its approval.

“Had enough, Loser?!” asked Leonard.

“I’m still good, how about you?” replied Talan.

“He doesn’t know when to quit! It’s obvious Leonard is way above him.” declared one from the crowd.

Then why is Leonard the one that seems to be out of breath and one other thing… thought Cedric.

They were going for another round. Leonard rushed in with a foot sweep, but Talan simply stepped back to avoid Leonard’s foot. Shifting weight Talan then attempted to give a right straight to Leonard. He was about to connect when a voice came in from the back of the crowd.

“That’s enough Talan. Stop playing around.” Maya came along side Cedric.

“Looks like your baby sitter is calling for yah.” panted Leonard.

Talan didn’t answer but just smiled and straightened himself out.

Not even a sweat on Talan…thought Cedric.
Talan then walked towards Cedric and Maya. He gave a smirk to Cedric and followed Maya towards the exit.

“Yeah! That’s right! You go on home you loser!”

“Silence Leonard Seymour!” came the booming voice of their instructor Master Raimiri.

“Did you see that master? I beat the crap out of that new one.” said Leonard with arrogance in his tone.

“I saw everything youngin. And I shall tell you that you lost that match.”

Gasps came from the mob but only Leonard protested adamantly.

“Lost?! How in Malduvian’s name did I lose? Everyone saw he wasn’t able to lay a hand on me!”

“Are you sure about that page Seymour? Maybe you should check under your sweatshirt.”

Leonard gave him a questioning look and hesitantly followed his instructor’s request. Another round of gasps followed after. Leonards body was riddled with red markings, all of which target vital spots.

Along the halls Cedric couldn’t stop staring at Talan.

“You might burn a hole through my back with that stare of yours.” remarked Talan not even looking behind.

“Oh-I uh… It’s just… How did…” stammered Cedric.

“So you saw what I did to that young lad.”

“Yessir.”

“What did you do this time?” asked Maya.

“Relax, I didn’t harm the kid, just marked him.”

Maya narrowed here eyes towards Talan. He responded only with a big smile.

“How many marks were you able to see?” asked Talan turning to Cedric.

“My count was forty marks, sir.”

“That is pretty astounding, you hit it spot on.”

Cedric just gazed downwards. Maya just rolled her eyes and continued on.

“Where are we going anyways?” inquired Talan.

“Duke asked for an assembly, we are to meet at the grand hall.”

“Splendid. Cedric, why don’t you come along, this might be a good extracurricular for you on warfare strategies.”

“B-but we don’t study that till next year.”

“Never too early to start.” and Talan rested his hands on the lad’s shoulders and led him on.

When they entered the grand hall the other Blades were there. Duke was conversing with them and he glanced over his shoulders at the newcomers. He then dropped a gaze at Cedric then resumed his talk with the others.

“Is it really alright sir? I mean, this is all serious talks and such I might not be allowed to be anywhere near here.”

“I invited you so that means its alright.” said Talan and did not let go of Cedric to give him a chance to back out.

“All accounted for Duke.” reported Maya.

“Good, I was just about ready to assign your posts.”

“What’s the occasion?” asked Talan.

“We are taking a little excursion.” replied Duke

“Great, where to?”

“The other four academies of Alroth.”

Chapter 3

III

Talan, Maya, Cedric and Tarok were walking along one of the nine sections of the enneagon structure of the Academy. Tarok is being pushed on a wheelchair by Cedric. Though sitting down, Tarok still levels eye to eye with Cedric.

“At first glance you wouldn’t think this was a facility that breeds knights.” Maya said glancing at the colossal murals of the hall.

“They wanted to refine and put a little regality into knighthood.” Tarok replied.

“Some of them have no idea of what a knight is all about.”

“I guess not, but I actually wish some of these young ones never know all there is to know about a knight. Only the good side of it.”

“Yes, that is something to hope for.”

Maya continued looking at the murals. Talan was gazing outside into the courtyard where a large clock tower was situated at the very center of the Academy. He saw a number of students scattered on the courtyard. Some were practicing swordplay, others huddled on benches and poring over scrolls and books.

“Cedric, how does one become a knight here?” inquired Talan.

“Well uh, you see Master Talan… T-there are several grades you have to go through in order to become a full fledged knight.” Cedric stated, a little nervous that he is being included in the conversation of individuals such as these.

“On your first year you are a probationer. Most of the things taught at this level are basic. These are physical training and simple arithmetic together with a general knowledge of history and current events of the kingdom.

On your second year you become a page. Here you are taught things for combat, whether it is in weapons, hand to hand, or performing calculations that are necessary in the battlefield.

Third years are squires. For the first half of the year they are taught a higher level of combat tactics together with fighting. And they go out on excursions to different parts of the kingdom learning more about it and having somewhat a first hand glimpse of what knights do. The second half is where the fully fledged knights choose among the squires which one they will mentor

By the fourth year you are called a novice knight - we tend to call it a fledgling. You spend another full year with your mentor and at the year’s end you finally graduate to a knight of the Kalenian Kingdom.”
“That is a lot of years to be taken just to have the title of knight.”

“It is, but when you do finish it becomes one of the most fulfilling things.”

Cedric suddenly lowered his gaze after realizing he sounded like he contradicted Talan. Talan didn’t say anything and looked at one of the clock faces of the tower in the courtyard.

“Why don’t we go and have a look at the view from the Northeastern Turret. It’s been awhile since I have been up there.” suggested Tarok.

And so the four went out from the halls of Azure Knights Academy to the Grand Stairway connecting the Academy to the main castle where the Northeastern Turret overlooks the eastern plains of Kalen. They took the ramp route since Tarok was in a wheel chair and is unable to go up the steps.

“This is where the students of the academy literally ascend to knighthood. From the academy down below they go up the stairway in a grand procession towards the courtyard of the castle where they are knighted by the King.” informed Tarok.

“Hmm, interesting… Cedric, how long is it before you become one of those people going up these steps to be knighted?” asked Talan.

“If all goes well, it would be two and a half more years before I become knighted master Talan.” replied the lanky boy.

“If all goes well…?”

“Well, nothing is predictable in the academy. Stuff happens you see, unexpected stuff, you can’t stay too confident, especially in my case.”

“You don’t even sound like you have any confidence at all.”

That remark from Talan managed to get him a reproachful look from Maya.

“Pardon me; take no heed for that last remark.”

“No offence taken.”

“Well, this stairway seems to be taking on forever. At the pace we are in we might reach it after sundown, and that isn’t a good time to go sightseeing. May, I head out before you master Tarok?”

“Go ahead, I know your spirit is as restless as ever.” consented Tarok.

And with that, to Cedric’s awe Talan bolted towards the top of the stairway and in four jumps was already at the top. Last time Cedric checked how far they have gone he realized they were just at the halfway point, and the stairway had over a thousand steps, with that much more steps to go through Talan just jumped over them like that. Cedric was taken aback.

“A century has passed and you think he would mature at least a little bit.” remarked Maya.

“And that is why you are by his side.” answered Tarok

Maya just sighed and looked over the side of the stairway which showed only a glimpse of the view. The trio eventually made it up the stairway and headed straight for the northeastern turret. When they got there Talan was sitting by the ledge of one of the windows in the turret. But he was not alone.

“You finally made it.” said Talan with a mischievous smile.

“We took the scenic route.” answered Maya and then looked at the other individual joining them in the enclosure and made a bow.

Cedric was already on one knee the moment he caught a glimpse of the purple robe with gold trimmings that only the king would be wearing.

“His highness was already here when I arrived. It seems he likes the view here as well.” Talan said.

“Master Tarok and I used to frequent this place. We would spend hours talking about almost anything. And the view here is nice.”

“Yes, the view is indeed nice. As I said, it has been awhile since I have been up here; it’s good to be back up here again even if it is not that often anymore.”

They were casually engaged in a conversation when Talan looked over the horizon and smirked.

“Master Tarok, were you expecting more company?”

“Hmm, why do you ask that?”

“There’s a procession headed this way. And look who is in the forefront.”

The group looked out from the turret and witnessed a caravan coming in towards the castle by the main road. Over a hundred individuals compose the train of travelers.

At the head of the caravan rides a group of peculiar individuals. A huge oxcart is being pulled by a team of enormous hound like creatures with shaggy coats called whulves. A young man at the head of the cart is holding the reins to the team of whulves. His messy ash blonde hair gets thrown back by the breeze. He wears a pair of getas that make a clacking sound against the wooden floorboards of the cart with every bump they come across.

Seated beside him is a female that has a smaller frame than the driver of the wagon. She is wearing priestess robes and her hair is set in place with a jade hair pin at the back of her head.

Ahead of them and slightly to their right rides another female clad in a form fitting leather that hugged all of her curves and left little to the imagination. Her chestnut colored hair is braided long and reaches the back of her waist. A stern look is set on her face.

Further ahead a Knight leads the caravan. His silvery white armor glints under the sun. His short blonde hair giving of a comparable shimmer with that of his armor. His stance gives him a regal appearance.

Two other riders came in from the rear of the ox wagon and brought themselves along side the knight. One was a female, riding side-saddle and dressed similarly like the knight but with her faulds and tassets extending down further and forming a protective skirt about her legs.

The other, a male was wearing a scaled breast plate and faulds. Underneath his minimal armor he wore a long sleeved silk shirt and, strapped on his back were two sheathed swords.

“How are the travelers fairing?” asked the knight

“Seemingly well, they gained some renewed energy once catching the sight of the castle.” answered lady alongside the knight.

“We are all weary; it’s good to know we are nearing our destination.”

“You think they have spotted us already, Duke?” the braided female asked the knight.

“I’m almost certain about that Kaene. Master Tarok is not one to be caught unaware, he most likely knew the moment we stepped foot on the shores of this continent.”

“Then let’s not keep the old snake waiting.” remarked the driver of the wagon. He then gave a quick flick at the reins and the whulves hastened their pace.

Back in the turret Tarok has a broad smile on his face.

“Why don’t we go down and greet our visitors?”

“You should tell me things like this before hand so I could have prepared the castle for guests.” Esmour remarked.

“There is no need for that, these particular group doesn’t want anything frilly.”

“Still I would much appreciate it if you tell me before hand.”

“Duly noted your highness.”

The company then went down to the entrance of Castle Azuria. The king still insisted on some welcoming ambiance for the visitors and so instructed his palace hands to prepare something quick. The caravan settled at the foot of the plateau and only a few contingents actually went up to the very castle.

“That took you long enough.” said Talan the moment he was within hearing range of the guests.

At the head of the contingent the knight smiled and shook his head.

“You know how some of our traveling companions are, can’t have those basilisk nobles get tired now.” replied Duke.

That last remark was not heard by any other person, Duke relayed the message by mere thought.

“I guess you’re right, well at least you got here.” Talan answered in the same manner, without voicing out any sound.

“Now, now you two, let’s not make fun of my kind. That is just how they are, silly as it may seem to you.” interrupted Tarok.

“My apologies master.” Talan and Duke bowed as Tarok came into the hall still being pushed in the wheelchair by Cedric who was silent for most of the time.

“Well its best not to keep his highness waiting, if you would please follow me.” Tarok gestured them to follow him after bowing his head and placing his hand on his forehead and then extending it towards the other basilisks that came with Duke. The basilisks did the same gestured and then followed in silently.

Cedric couldn’t help but keep on looking over his shoulders to the other basilisks following them. The only other basilisk he has seen is Master Tarok but now he sees quite a number of them, the erect nobles and the hunched low rankers.
“They might be offended if you stare at them too long.” said Talan walking beside him.

“Oh, I wasn’t… well… uhh.” stammered Cedric.

Talan smiled, gave him a pat in the back and joined Duke.

“Where are the others?”

“They are still with the rest of the caravan. Once they have settled where the caravan will be staying for the meantime then they will come here.”

“Any word on the lads?”

“Last I heard they had arrived at Port Legas a few weeks ago. They should be here in a few days, a week at the most.”

“I hope they don’t make too much of a ruckus on their way here.”

“I doubt that, but since Zel is with them their chances of being in trouble every single moment is lessened to once a day.”

The two laughed heartedly. The entourage entered a grand hall, this was the throne room. Elevated by several steps seats King Esmour and by his side, his queen, Lady Amicia; they were decked out in the finest cloth. Maya was at the bottom of the steps and awaiting Duke and his group to come forward. The basilisks greeted the king in the same manner as Tarok greeted them while the humans of the group went down on one knee. The king and queen bowed slightly in return.

“I must apologize for I have not quite prepared for your arrival.”

“Do not trouble yourself on our account your excellency.” answered one of the basilisk nobles.

“In any case we invite you and your company to dine with us tonight.” said Queen Amicia.

“If her royal highness wishes… For now we take our leave.”

And with that the visitors withdrew and bowed once again to the king who signaled one of the pages to escort them.

That night a banquet was held but instead of holding the celebration in the great dining hall of the castle Esmour decided to bring the celebration to the caravan. A long table was set up in the middle of the camp with several tents surrounding it where food was being prepared. Anyone who could come was welcome.
The king was engaged with conversation with the nobles on one end of the table while Duke took the other end. Holding out a cup he proposed a toast.

“I’ts good to see you made it here safe, Talan.” said Duke.

“Oh come on, I have been through hell and back, you think a little horse ride will be getting rid of me?”

Duke gave a small laugh and nodded.

“No I suppose not. In any case, I am glad all of you could make it here. Talan Stormwind of the Blood Mask Corps; Lady Maya Willow of the Dark Chamber; Kaene Igma of the Order of the Lake; Sir Esmond Furric of the Iron Artisans; Lady Pasque of the Etoile House; Kenji Musashi of the Entaran Skull Knights; and Lady Luna Stardrop of the Moontower Mages, I raise my cup to you and our good fates in meeting here once again.”

“Hold It! And how come you never mention us, Duke Lightbringer of the Golden Hall of Paladins?” came a voice from behind Duke.

“Because, you are late and as such forfeit your right to be mentioned.” replied Duke.
He turned around and his smile broadened as Zel, Kirn, Hikaru and Dom emerged from the crowds gathering at the celebration. They clasped arms and greeted each other.

“Luna!” was the shout from Hikaru as he rushed towards the girl and tackle-hugging her.

“How are you little one? You didn’t get into too much trouble I hope.” inquired the mage as she patted him on the head.

“Nuh-uh! It was all fun and games!”

And so all twelve individuals were gathered together and they drank to their little reunion. They haven’t quite settled down yet when a squire approached Talan.

“Pardon my rudeness milord but Master Tarok requests an audience with you and your company.”

“Alright we shall be there shortly.”

“Looks like it’s already down to business.” commented Kirn.

“But we just got here! Can’t we even take just a little break?” complained Hikaru.

“The time it took for us to get here was the break.” answered Zel.

The twelve followed the squire into a large tent and inside was a makeshift throne room where the king and queen have already taken their place. Tarok was at a reclined chair to their left and an officer of the castle on the other.

“I see that the twelve blades have been assembled already.” commented Tarok.

The four new arrivals stepped forward and took to one knee.

“Dom Warsong of the Iron Highlands of Terra, milord.”

“Kirn Diablo, wielder of the Dark Flame.”

“I am Hikaru of the beast slaying Azroth clan.”

“They call me Zel Firedust…” Zel hesitated to say anything further.

“I welcome you four to Castle Azuria. I must apologize for I cannot say now to enjoy yourselves for now it is time to discuss something important as Master Tarok would put it.” said King Esmour.

“Well since all the participants are here let us begin. You all know that you are here not just to pay respects to me. You are here because we have a situation brewing. Something is amiss in the northeastern borders, something to do with the kingdom of Devall.” said Tarok.

“On our way here we were getting general gossips and news about some troubles over those parts.” added Zel.

“Those gossips have some truth behind them. We used to have an uneasy truce between Devall. Now it seems they are ending that truce and trying to take over some of the villages by the borders. Our border guards are on alert, though there isn’t any open skirmishes, deaths have been piling from both sides.” said Esmour.

“So you need our services to silence these invaders?” asked Duke.

“In truth no, Devallians we can handle, it’s their allies we are troubled with.” admitted the officer beside the king.

“May I introduce Commander Aefrus Greyloch. He is in charge of the 1st Division of the Azurian armies.” said the king.

“So what is so troubling with the allies of Devall?” Talan asked.

“If I may…” the commander gestured them to a table. “Over the course of a few months we managed to retrieve some of the weapons used by Devall during their secret raids. If you would have a look.” pointing at the assortment of weapons splayed over the table.

Dom snorted and came closer. He sniffed the air around the weapons and held one of the armaments, a huge double edged axe.

“By the Dark Shepherd, this one is a minotaur’s battle axe! See the grip? No human hand can carry this. And the stench! It reeks of them.” Dom boomed.

“That’s not all we are dealing with.” Kirn said, coming up behind Dom. “That crudely made arrow, notice that the arrowhead can easily be dislodged from the shaft, if that goes into you it’s nearly impossible to take it out, a trademark of centaur warfare.”

“Looking at these weapons it seems we are dealing with several kinds of creatures aside from the human kind.” remarked Talan. “I see why you are troubled, humans are already a handful to handle, and with these creatures coming in to play it makes things a little more complicated to say the least.”

“Our armies haven’t seen a minotaur or centaur for nearly five decades, our combat skills are refined to deal with humans and those creatures we often see in our territories, but not these other ones.” said Greyloch

“So you want us to deal with these other creatures for you?” asked Duke.

“We want you to train our troops in dealing with such monstrosities. Leaving it all up to you is too much to ask.”

“Well said, so when do we start?” asked Kirn suddenly smirking.

“I shall have a meeting with the other commanders tomorrow and by the afternoon I might be able to make it official then.

“So for tonight, we put aside this premonition of war and just go about with our merry making.” remarked Tarok.

“Sounds good, now give me some booze for imma be partyin’ tonight!” exclaimed Kirn and grabbed Zel and Dom by the shoulders and lead them outside.

The others followed until only Talan, Duke and Tarok were left in the tent.

“Coming Talan?” asked Maya, peering over the entrance.

“Be right with you.”

Maya left and the three were alone.

“So how goes your little investigation?” asked Duke.

“I see potential, but there is a lot of work to be done.” answered Talan.

“Think you can speed up the process of refining?”

“No choice, with a war coming up I have to, we have to.”

“I’ll see if I can help as well as the other professors and trainers. But I must entrust the general progress of this to you Talan.” said Tarok.

“I’ll be right on it master. Now let us go and enjoy the night, I heard the food is exquisite.”

And the three went out the tent as well.

Chapter 2

II

At the Redborough docks in Port Legas, a company of four strolls along it’s crowded alleys. A small boy, looking no older than twelve years of age was at the head of the group with his hands behind his head and humming a tune.

“My feet hurt… Let’s take a breather at that shack over there!” squealed the young one suddenly.

Apparently he wasn’t heard by the other three as two of them were in a heated argument.

“I still say we head south after we pass Diremeadows, that way we can make it in three days.” said one.

“The old trail in Diremeadows is riddled with bandits and whatnot, your three days may turn to weeks if we keep running into trouble.” said the other.

“Hello! Excuse me! li’l kid very tired here! You can finish your debate over there! Come on Dom I know you want to get out of this sun, come on!” and the little one grabbed one of the three by the arm.

“Huuurmm…” came the only reply from the hulking individual that is being dragged along by the lad.

The two others followed and they took a seat in one of the benches under a tent outside a tavern. After ordering some ale they went right back into discussing.

“We can take on any trouble we encounter on that trail. We need to go to Diremeadows for supplies and such. Our supplies won’t last us another day, you know that as well as I do Zel.”

Zel looked like a seventeen year old young man. He wears a loose fitting long-sleeved, turtle neck jacket with straps dangling from several areas in his garment.

“Tsk, you do have a point Kirn, but I sincerely hope we don’t encounter anymore trouble, anymore delays and…” Zel glances over at Dom “someone might blow his top off…” his voice barely above a whisper.

Dom just cleared his throat and tapped impatiently at the wooden table with his clawed fingers. Kirn eased up on his chair and took a sip of his ale. He then combed his drawn back mane of silver hair with his leather gloved hand revealing an insignia of a dagger and flame.

“Aight! Lemme just finish this cup down and we get back on track!” exclaimed the little one and guzzled down all the ale in one go. He had a big grin on his small face framed by hair that can be likened to a flame with white linings.

They were preparing to leave when a commotion was heard from the other end of the long tent. Chairs and tables were being upturned, people being pushed and shoved aside. The source of the racket was a group of boorish men. They scowled, growled and bear their rotten teeth at anyone that looks them in the eye.

They bypassed the Zel’s group and headed inside. They stopped at the bar and the head of the group lumbered over to the bartender and gave him his most menacing look.

“Hey you, old man! It’s pay day! Cough up the pieces or I cut you to pieces.” the man snarled.

The bartender nervously withdrew to a room at the back. While they waited the gang looked around the tavern and its patrons. One of the brigands spotted Zel and his group outside at the corner of the tent. He nudged the leader and pointed at the four.

“New blood…” the leader said gruffly.

They walked over to the four and surrounded them. Then the leader stepped forward and hovered around them.

“I think you fresh meats need to be briefed on the rules in these here parts. See, if you want safe passage, you gotta share a few shillings savvy?”

The four seated looked at each other. The little one seemed to not understand the situation and had a quizzical look on his face. Zel gave a concerned look at Dom who sat silent at his place. Kirn however had a mischievous smirk on his face. Zel tried to reason with them.

“Gentlemen, I must apologize but we have no shillings aside from the ones we already used up for our drinks and what little provision we have. I’m afraid we have nothing to sh-“

THUNK

A dagger whizzed by the side of Zel’s head and stuck itself to a nearby post.

“Who said anything about sharin’” wheezed one of the gang men.

“As I said to the old man, cough up the pieces or I cut-oohmp!”

In the next instant Dom whirled around in a foot sweep tripping the leader and making him fall forward. And just as he was going down, Dom swung his fist upward and smashed against the jaw of the man. He eventually reached the floor wriggling and screaming muffled profanities. The other men stepped back and drew their swords.

Dom then rose from his seat and the men stepped back even further when they saw Dom’s full height of seven and a half feet. He put back the hood of his drab cloak and revealed fierce yellow eyes that stared menacingly at each of the brigands as if they were hapless prey.

“I have had just about enough!” snarled the seven footer.

His snarl revealed fangs instead of teeth and a low growl came out of him as he stepped forward to face the brigands. His companions were still sitting on the table, the little one still confused, Zel shaking his head in dismay and Kirn looking amused.

“Easy there Dom, we don’t want any trouble here, lets just leave.” said Zel.

“GRAArgh! I can’t take anymore of this filth! It assaults my senses! The streets, the buildings, the turds everywhere, and most especially these turds in front of me, they reek the most!”

“Dom please… Kirn… you are enjoying this aren’t you?” said Zel glancing over to Kirn who has a sadistic smile already on his face.

“Actually, I would prefer if I were to be in on the fun.” replied Kirn that evil grin becoming more prominent.

Zel hung his head and gave a long sigh; he then stood up and came up beside the towering figure of Dom.

“Oh well, as much as I want to avoid this I guess there is no stopping you guys. So let’s just make these quick and not much frills please.”

“D-don’t look down on us! We’ll c-cut you d-down!” stuttered one of the men.

“I sure hope you are able to entertain us.” taunted Kirn.

“You joinin’ Hikaru?” called out Zel.

“Hmm? So we gonna be fighting now? Uwah! I haven’t stretched my muscles for quite awhile.”

Hikaru jumped down from his chair and started doing small stretches in front of the gang. Then, in the next instant Hikaru suddenly rammed his knee right into the gut of the nearest ruffian and sent him doubling over. He then spun around into a mid-air roundhouse kick and drove his heel into the back of the man’s head. He was unconscious even before he hit the wooden floor, which splintered on impact.

Before anyone else could react Kirn appeared behind two of the gang men. He grabbed them by the shoulders and pushed down hard. The men shattered their leg bones and broke their shoulder blades as Kirn forcefully embedded them through the floor. Squeals of pain can be heard from the two.

One man lunged at Zel with a dagger but he parried it with his right arm and using his left elbow smashed the nose of the brigand.

Two gang men tried to team up on Dom, as one tried to jump on him from a table Dom caught the guy by the face and squeezed, his clawed fingers digging deep into the man’s face. He then incapacitated the other by hurling his clawed feet right into the adam’s apple of the hooligan. The man fell down retching and coughing up blood. Dom proceeded to throw the ruffian in his grasp out through the tavern entrance.

After a few moments when all was quiet fifteen brigands were either sprawled on the floor, stuck through it or on the walls or have been thrown out into the streets. As the dust settled the company of four straightened themselves out. Suddenly they were mobbed by a mix of patrons and passers by that saw the spectacle.

“That was some bloody marvelous moves you got there sire!” said one

“Those low-lives had it comin’!” said another.

The commotion went on but eventually the place settled down and patrons filled the tavern again. They seem to not mind the mess that was around them, with the bodies of the brigands everywhere.

Zel made his way through the crowd and came up to the bar. The bartender which turns out to also be the owner of the tavern thanked them gratefully.

“We apologies for the mess we made.” said Zel

“Unavoidable, don’t mind it. I would prefer paying for the repairs on my tavern rather than paying to those goons.” said the bartender who introduced himself as Gwynioh.

“They think they own the place just because the constabulary isn’t making as much rounds here as they do other places.” said one of the men at the bar.

“How come?” asked Kirn, sneaking into the conversation.

“Merchants, those rich bastiches keep on hoggin them guards to keep an eye on their properties.” said Gwynioh.

“Don’t used to be this way, them guards frequent these here parts, but word is merchants are scared o’ something and gettin’ as much shields round them as much as their pockets can muster.” said another patron.

“In any case, won’t you fellas be staying over for a little while? Here, drinks on the house!” declared Gwynioh.

“Thanks but we need to be heading out soon, it’s a long ways to the hill castle.” said Zel.

“Hill castle? Oh, you mean Castle Azuria! Very fine place that castle is, town is good too, but when you see the main castle nothing else seems to compare.” on went Gwynioh.

“Sounds like a real nice place, anyways we got to hurry, Diremeadows is still half a day’s travel.” said Kirn.

“Uh sires, forgive my seeming rudeness but by any chance are you planning to take the old trail by Diremeadows? Sir… uh…”

“Oh, it’s Zel Firedust, and yes, we are taking that route.”

“If I may suggest master Zel, take the Drunmir Pass instead of Diremeadows, it is less likely you will encounter trouble there and it will quicken your voyage by a day.”

“But we won’t be able to come across any town if we took that route.” said Kirn.

“Ah, this is Kirn Diablo. And I think my comrade is right, if we don’t come across a town I don’t think our provisions would last.”

“Then allow me to provide you with enough supplies to sustain you all the way to Azuria.”

“Oh no, we really shouldn’t. I mean look… We have done a lot of damage to your little enterprise receiving supplies from you is a bit too much.”

“As I said, it is unavoidable, we are glad you got rid of those scoundrels. The floors can be fixed or replaced. This is a token from me and the locals here, ain’t that right lads?”

And a simultaneous roar of cheers came from the whole tavern.

“No worries then, we rest a bit, get geared up and set off before the sun sinks into yonder mountains. Hopefully we hit the forest of Drunmir by nightfall.” said Kirn gleefully.

And so the four did just that, resting up as the bartender readies their provisions and gathering a few more information regarding their passage through Drunmir Pass en route to Castle Azuria.

A few hours passed and Gwynioh went over to the company’s table and told them that their supplies have been ready and that an errand boy will be guiding them until they reach the pass.

“Then we shall be taking our leave now. We give you many thanks for this generous act.” Zel said.

“And we thank you as well for ridding us of pests.” said Gwynioh, a big smile on his face.

“Until then master Gwynioh.” said Kirn extending his hand out to the bartender.

“Good journey to you sires.” answered the bartender, shaking Kirn’s hand enthusiastically and also taking the hands of Zel, Dom and Hikaru.

And so the company left Redborough and continued with their voyage towards Castle Azuria. They were accompanied by a lad until a fork on the trail; one leading to Diremeadow and the other into Dunmir Pass. They gave the boy a few shillings for his troubles and they set off into Dunmir Pass.

“Well that was interesting; food, information, added provisions and some punching bags, this has been a good day.” Kirn said, cracking his knuckles.

“I would have preferred we not cause any more incidents like that, we are strangers in this continent, no telling what is around the corner.” Zel said.

“I for one am glad we got out of those filthy streets.” said Dom, “Ahh, the good ol’ fresh scent of the wild.” whiffing at the air around him.

They casually strolled along the path and talked of trivial things. Dom was noting that trees were mere saplings compared to the grand groves of his homeland in Terra. Zel glanced over his shoulders and saw Kirn staring behind them.

“Hey Kirn, you alright? You’re lagging.”

“Oh it’s nothing, just marveling at the scenery.”

“The lad said we should be hitting the entry way into a glen before nightfall so we should camp out there for the night and take on the glen first thing in the morning.”

“Well then, let’s pick up our pace. No time to be lingering around now.” said Dom

“Yes, yes I’m comin’.” answered Kirn.

The group went on, Kirn peered over his shoulders one more time before joining up with the group.

Among the hedges two shadows not cast by the forest lurked.

“You think he saw us?” asked one of the shadows.

“Unlikely, but he definitely sensed something.” answered the other.

“Then let us call off the observation for now, they might pick up our presence.”

“We resume once they pass the glen.”

“Agreed.”

And the shadows vanished; the forest once again sits still with the exception of the branches dancing in the slight breeze.

Prologue and Chapter 1

Prologue

It had been raining for three days non-stop. Most of the roads are now messy quagmires. But in this downpour two dark figures dared to race down the muddy paths. They wore black oiled cloaks that hid almost all of their features and protected them from the rain. They rode in great haste through the boggy grounds.

“We might not make it in this downpour.” one said.

“Have faith, Old Tarok isn’t as weak as you might think.” replied the other.

“You think the others will be there?”

“They will make a way, they promised. In any case, let’s ride! Ride forth to Castle Azuria!”

And the two riders faded into the hazy thicket of the Fedayeen forest. Beyond the borders of Fedayeen lay the wide plains of Kalen. Atop a lone plateau stands the majestic Hill Castle, Azuria. Against the unforgiving attack of the wind, water and threat of lightning it towers above all and overlooks the land. A level below it, a building sits under the shadow of the hill castle. And within the infrastructure a light flickers as it dashes through the dark halls.

I

Scurrying through the darkness of the marble halls, a young lanky individual holds up a lamp barely illuminating the bleak nothingness of the stormy night.

He abruptly stops at a door and timidly knocks.

“Come in, my child.” came the answer from inside.

The boy hurriedly enters and closes the door behind him. Inside, he took off his coat and placed the lamp on the table. The added illumination revealed two other individuals in the room. One propped up in bed and the other taking a seat beside the former.

“My apologies master Tarok I got caught up with the night shift guards and-oh!”

The boy is taken aback with what he saw and suddenly went down on one knee.

“Your highness… I-I uh…”

“Easy there young man, you don’t have to be stiff around me. I’m here not as a king but a man visiting a friend” said the king.

If it weren’t for the crown atop his wavy burgundy hair, one would mistake the king as a commoner in his simple brown tunic and dark grey loose pants.

“Ah Cedric, glad you could join us. I don’t need to make any introductions since you know the person seated I presume?” asked Tarok giving off an innocent smile. If you would consider his display of teeth a smile.

Tarok doesn’t have the facial features one might call human. His features are more closely reptilian if anything. Local slang calls his kind lizard men but is in fact a creature called a basilisk. Towering over nine feet Tarok is said to be of noble blood since he is able to stand upright compared to the basilisks being discussed in the academy that have more of a hunched stance.

He is an instructor at the academy, the building a level below the hill castle. His subject is bestiary and there isn’t anyone in the whole kingdom of Kalen that can match his knowledge of the myriad of creatures and entity of this world. This knowledge has made him an essential member of the royal courts and is in fact one of the few trusted advisors of the king.

Seated beside Tarok was the High King of Kalen, Lord Esmour Wolfard. Succeeded the thrown from his father when he was just nineteen years of age Esmour has been able to make the kingdom prosper and also maintain order within its territories as well as with neighboring sovereign countries.
Cedric was gestured to take the seat next to the king. He has never been this close to the king before. His closest encounter with his majesty is in banquets when second years or pages as they are coined are assigned to serve tables. When royalty is involved only the third years or squires are allowed to be able to serve the high ranking officials and the pages are left to tend to the rest of the guests.

“Is there anything specific you need me to do master?” asked Cedric

“Not as of the moment but thank you. For now your company is much appreciated. Now, where were we?”

“As I was saying, you really should move up to the main castle and reside in one of the suites I provided for you there.” Esmour continued.

“And as I was saying I want none of it. I don’t want to be cooped up in all those fancy flitters.”

“But you will have more room to move about up there plus servants to take care of you.”

“I move about the whole academy, there is no space in your castle that would equal the space I roam around here. And who needs uneducated servants when I have these intelligent students of mine to attend to me and can hold their own in a conversation?” explained Tarok glancing over to Cedric.

“And since I have not long to live, we all know that I want to spend it in a place I am familiar and have grown to love. So will you grant me this humble wish at least?” continued Tarok.

Cedric looked down; he didn’t like this kind of talk. However, he as well as everyone in the palace is very much aware of Tarok’s situation. He knew the story all too well, about the curse of half-life put on Tarok. He knew but even then he was unprepared to face the emotions that dawned upon him once he heard it straight from Tarok himself. All he could do was clench his fist and grit his teeth…

The king sighed and slouched back on his chair.

“Then I suppose we just have to make the best of your time here.” a sad smile was on his face.

Tarok only gave a slight nod as a reply. Esmour then noticed two more empty stools on the bedside. He gave Tarok an inquiring look.

“I am expecting more company…” replied Tarok and looked out the glazed window that is being hammered by the rain. “And I believe they are here now…”

Esmour was about to speak when a knock was heard. A palace guard then came in and went down on one knee.

“Pardon me for the disturbance but there were two riders spotted at the west gate. They say they were summoned by Master Tarok.”

Esmour and Cedric turned to look at Tarok who only gave an innocent grin.

“I see, very well, see to it that they are attended to while-“

“That won’t be necessary your highness, they are right outside.”

As if on cue the door swung open and two figures suddenly appeared beside Cedric. The guard couldn’t even draw his sword and stood there realizing that even if he attempted to draw he would have been long dead if the intruders wished for it.

Seeing the shocked expression on the guard, the king and the lad Tarok put up his long gnarly hands to calm everyone.

“Fear not my king, they mean no harm. They think it’s amusing.” Tarok said, raising a hairless eyebrow at the newcomers. He dismissed the guard who reluctantly obeyed.

The two figures saluted the king by taking down to one knee, their cloaks hiding their features. Then one turned to Tarok.

“Hey old snake, how are you fairing.” his voice revealing him a male.

His partner looked over to him giving what might be considered a reproachful look for their faces were still unseen.

“I fair much better if you would drop the mysterious persona. You’re in the presence of royalty.” reprimanded Tarok.

“Of course master, my apologies…” and the two figures put back their hoods.

Cedric was surprised to see what lay beneath those cloaks. Turns out, one was a male that looked no older than Cedric himself. The other was a female that looked even younger.

Tarok gestured for the young lad to take the cloaks of the newcomers. He hurriedly stood and offered his services.

As he took the cloaks from the two he got a better observation of how they looked. The male had suave features with short spiky black hair that gave him a wild look. His theme seems to be black since all his clothing were in that color, from his close-fitting long sleeved shirt to his ebony hued steel breastplate. Even his waist sash, pants and fringeless boots that goes up just below the knee were as dark as a starless night.

The female was dressed similarly to the young man with exception to her wide sleeved shirt, her leather vest instead of a breast plate and a maroon sash. Her straight dark brown hair was put into a ponytail revealing a flawless face and piercing eyes.

As Cedric took care of the garments the male inspected the lad unnoticed. Eyeing him up and down and then glancing over to Tarok who was just sitting there casually grinning.

“Your highness let me introduce to you Talan Stormwind and Maya Willow, two of the fabled Immortal Blades of Terra.”

The two bowed deeply and the king nodded as an acknowledgement. But even with all the training of keeping composure he wasn’t able to hide his shock on realizing who these two individuals were. Cedric himself let out a small gasp as he heard the introductions. Talan and Maya just looked at each other and smirked.

Cedric had listened attentively to the stories about the world outside Kalen. He especially took interest in the subject of the Immortal Blades, the legendary warriors that fought in the War of the Corrupt over a hundred years ago. And now two of those said warriors are with him in this very room together with the king and his most respected teacher.

“Come sit with us lad.” Tarok beckoned Cedric, gesturing to the empty stool beside Talan.

Cedric looked reluctant but then took his seat eventually. He then just listened quietly as the four other started conversing.

“The fabled Blades… I never thought I would ever lay my eyes on living legends.” remarked Esmour.

“Fabled you say, interesting… I never thought we would be heard this far out into the eastern world.” said Talan.

“You have Tarok to thank or blame for that. He always manages to insert one of your many great adventures into his lessons at the academy.”

A hearty laugh came from all four, Cedric just gave a weak smile. And after a few more trivial conversations Esmour stood up and got ready to leave.

“It is getting late I must retire for the night. Should I have my servants take you to your rooms?”

“There is no need, more likely we shall be here talking until the light of day.” replied Tarok.

“Then I bid thee a good night, gentlemen, lady…” the king bowed slightly and then headed out.

“I guess I should be heading out as well master Tarok.” Cedric meekly said.

“Very well Cedric, you have been a good company. Good night.” said Tarok

“Same to you master, and a good night to you as well Lady Maya and Master Talan, it has been an honor to have met you both.”

The two nodded and as the lad went out the door, Talan noticed the insignia on his arm band. The Northwade Clan symbolized by a rising sun and cross arrows.

When the three were alone they were silent for a few moments. Tarok then sighed.

“I’m eternally grateful that you would come visit this old snake.” grinning that reptilian grin.

“Of course we would come here, you are our dear friend.” replied Maya.

“Besides, it’s nice to get away from all the hubbub of Terra and come to a place that doesn’t seem to be as affected by The Corruption.”

Another sigh came out of Tarok.

“I wish I could say it was as easy as just paying a friend a visit. But as it turns out The Blades are being called forth again.” a sad expression was on Tarok’s eyes.

“Yes, I heard recent troubles in the borders between Kalen and Devall in the northeast.” replied Talan.

“The continent of Alroth is a world different from Terra, instead of one conglomerate of provinces we have several sovereign countries vying for territory. Since they have not really been affected by The Corruption they weren’t able to come together as a unified continent.”

“And now they have the luxury to set their eyes on expanding each of their territory instead of fortifying it against the Corrupted.” added Maya.

“Yes, we have the Kingdom of Kalen who held a huge chunk of the land in Alroth consisting of the whole Southwest Coast to the Central Plains.

Just above Kalen to the north we have a small sovereign nation named Port Legas, a merchant’s country.

Capping the northern borders of Alroth would be the country of Valmoor, The Harsh North. With its immense natural resources yet unforgiving weather only the hardiest of folks would be residing there.

Beyond the Centrail Plains of Kalen we have several small countries and townships. Dragonmill, Ashbourne, Faymarsh just to name a few.

A group of small islands at the south collectively named the Windburn Isles is inhabited mainly by sea farers.

Alroth has a major mountain range called Dragon Ridge starting from the southeastern tip of Valmoor, running across the borders of the neighboring states near the Central Plains and ends at the Southcentral coast of Alroth. All the lands to the east of this range are under the rule of Devall.”

“So it seems Devall is not satisfied with the confines of the range and want to spread out a little more.” Maya remarked.

“There are no conclusive evidences yet, but I feel a dark aura emanating from that place beyond Dragon Ridge.” said Tarok.

“Through the many decades I have been with you those feelings and hunches of yours have been quite helpful. And so I will say that you have my services once again.” declared Talan.

“And so shall I render my services to you Master Tarok, the Immortal Blades shall once again pierce through the hearts of our enemies.” exclaimed Maya.

“That is very much appreciated. But for the meantime let us hold off this matter of battle until the others arrive. I am anxious to hear the stories that have accumulated about the fabled Immortal Blades these past years.” said Tarok with a big grin.