Scion of Drakon

PROLOGUE

The city was crumbling as the fire spread through the streets from one house to another, as the armies of Atland marched into the city and people fled the city into the wilderness. Elina, six years old, sitting on the back of her father? war horse held onto him, tightly as he pulled her down and smiled down at her, ?o you remember what you have to do, Elina? Just like I told you, okay, whoever you see, you zap with your magicfairy magic. Got it!

Got it, Da -- Your Highness! Five large men surrounded the King, whispering something, only they lowered their voices, Elina could barely hear them. She tugged on her father’s leg as she nibbled on her fingernails, Do we have to, hurt people, Mum said it was wrong and we shouldn’t....

Sweetheart, Mum meant human beings... Adolin, her father snatch a running old man and shoved him to the ground, These creatures are hardly human, demons… Inhuman and a threat. He slammed his sword into the man chest, only for an instant, the old man shivered before he stopped altogether. See, it’s not wrong to kill a demon, is it?

Elina frowned, as she looked into the man’s now vacant eyes, shaking her head, I guess it’s not wrong to kill bad men, but ... it’s not like I can ask Mum. Tears welled up and fell down her face, as she wiped them away with the back of her sleeve.I want to save our Kingdom, I promise, I will not let anyone down.

This isn’t right, your Majesty, Princess Elina... Adolin grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and shoved him to the ground, as the younger man tensed up. Don’t you dare tell me how to raise my daughter, if we don’t stop Drakon now, how much longer will we survive? Get up, because I won’t ask again. He kicked the solder in the gut, We march on the castle that’s where that old fool is! Elina, remember kill anything that moves, even if it’s a puppy or a kitten!

~Puppies and kittens are evil~ Elina frowned, wondering what her father meant, but looking down at the eyes of the soldiers, saw nothing, but cold hard stares towards her father. An arrow flew past her head and struck the ground nearby, one wrong move and it could be her last. Auren Taren Sangi!

Her small body began to glow, as the words flowed out of her lips and eight balls of lights began to circle her body. Even with her eyes closed, she could see the outlines of the men as they ran from building to building and with a flick of the wrist sent fireballs towards them and in seconds engulfed their bodies. No sounds left their lips as their bodies flew in the air, only their bones remained and fell to the ground.

‘ROAR’ The dragons filled the sky, as Elina huddled closer to her father as she pointed up, he merely shook his head, Don’t worry about them, they have turned away from their demon masters... Dragons are chaotic, but cowards... His men lifted their swords in the air and began to shout, Elina began to wipe the tears from her eyes, Don’t worry, just have to cut off the head of the Dragon so to speak... He’s in the castle, evil and demonic, remember.

Of course, Daddy. Elina looked around her, a pain as she saw the remains of a torn and dirty rag dolls in the street. A little girl’s toy with the spatter of blood and in the ditch was a small child’s body, battered and bruised from running people. She frowned, ‘No older than I am... Daddy, are you... sure they’re demons? What if... what is a demon, anyway? Bad? Evil?’

Adolin reached down, stepping on the doll as he placed Elina on top of his warhorse and lead them to the palace. Elina looked back into those little girl’s vacant eyes, with the thought that this young child could have been her friend. The wind blew, all she heard was a ‘murderer’, the ghosts surrounded her and accused her. She buried her head into her father’s chest, hoping that if she closed her eyes hard enough the nightmare would vanish before her eyes.

Seventeen years later

The conference room was quiet, as Adolin finished writing the last of a million speeches he was going to give over the next few days, as the Prime Minister walked into the room, placing two or three ledgers. He flipped through them, reports from the local towns from the minor towns to the major cities in the northern, only Arlena’s seem to be missing. Bastian, are you certain this is all of them? Arlena’s seems to be... missing. I look forward to reading them, he got a lot better I swear.

Bastian looked through the papers, only to shake his head, Nope, his must not have arrived, yet. He licked his fingers as he flipped through them, before retaking them, No, it hasn’t arrived yet, but shouldn’t we hire some personal guards for the Princess? We could send what was his name?

Lord Edmund, highly improper, plus, he’s a bit of a flirt. Adolin pushed the chair from the table, as he set the pen into the ink well. The door flew open, his wife, Karleigh stormed into the room as she shoved the announcement into his hand. My love, I noticed you discovered I came to a decision, you knew I was close...

But you... He placed his finger over his lips, Karleigh frowned. Why? Merrick is the perfect choice, why not him? Plus, she has the right to do something no one else has in all the years of our ... Tell me that much.

She’s a grown woman... hardly a child any more. Adolin brushed his hand against her cheek, flashing her a quick smile, Doesn’t she have that right, after what I’ve stolen from her? A child’s innocence happens only once in a life. His wife took his hand, dropping it and shoving the reports from the table to the floor. Ouch!

Karleigh’s hair smelled of roses and vanilla, almost brought a tear to his eyes as he thought of the late Lady Keira, Elina’s mother. Karleigh stormed out of the room, without speaking a word, until she reached the door, You think that an elf would be your last choice for a suitor for a Atland Princess. Jarlath’s people rejected Lady Keira and they’ll reject Elina as well.

Prince Jarlath is a charming man, one who will understand Elina’s heart. Adolin reached down only for Bastian to hand him the reports. He flipped through them as his wife began to mutter about something before he shrugged his shoulders. He’s everything I am not. I’ve explained it countless times already, but you don’t want to listen.

You are impossible, you know that.

Karleigh blushed, as the sound of trumpets filled the air. I thought you talked to them about that? She opened the door, That sound always ... it takes hours to get the ringing out of my ears. Just don’t let Elina talk you out of what’s best for this country.

Karleigh... Adolin wish he could say the words that might help his wife understand, only her heart was closed to the possibilities of a single young woman’s happiness over an entire nations. As Karleigh left, a man walked into the room, a letter in his hand. A face that he knew well, Lord Sigmund from Nirvend. Lord Sigmund, I see you are less than pleased at my letter, and while I was tempted, I’m leaving it in the hands of my daughter, Elina.

Sigmund’s eyes narrowed, as Bastian backed away, hiding himself behind a pillar. He drew closer to the Adolin, only his breathing was controlled and all, but quiet. You knew that my Lord wished this union and that this union can lead to great things. I hope you realize what you are giving up by choosing this ‘elf’ as her husband.

Before Adolin could speak a single word, Sigmund placed the letter into his cloak, Beware the one, you stab in the back is likely to strike back... You swore to me, that we had a chance and this is how you treat us... Fool.

Adolin sat down in his chair, rubbing his forehead, as he groaned, I swear these are the days I hate the most... When everything went wrong from people’s reactions to fighting with his lovely wife, Karleigh or his son, Aran was running around, who knows where in the wilderness. I think he is not only a threat to our peace, but to Elina, only hope he’s not threatening war, after all this time.

I hope so, too, for Elina’s sake.

The moon had risen into the night sky, even though it must have been nearly midnight, Adolin couldn’t sleep, so he stood on the balcony watching the night sky. The door slide open, his wife, Karleigh stepped out onto the balcony wrapping her arms around him, Are you still thinking about Elina? Are you sure this is a good idea? A marriage with an elf, her mother wasn’t accepted and … she was full-elf, wasn’t she?

Adolin pulled Karleigh closer as he glanced down to her hands, letters from Elina, he tried to smile, only frowned. I know I am right, after all those times I was wrong. I only want her to be happy, laugh and become a mother, to feel loved for the first time. I admit I was a horrible father. He thought back to the contract that had, yet, to be made and it was only a matter of time, before she discovered, When Elina arrives we will make the contract...

Karleigh pulled away striking him in the chest, as her voice rose, You haven’t made the contract, why? She hit him again, only a little bit harder, only caused him to laugh, First, you want her to have a say, fine, but now, the contract, why?

Adolin pointed towards the town square, the houses and the buildings, Those people’s happiness was bought at the expense of a small girl’s innocence, who lost her mother not long before that and got a stepmother to boot. He lifted her face, the smile had vanished, Keira is elf, maybe I shouldn’t have married her, but I did… that child is Elina and I have a duty to her… to see her happy. Instead of an innocent childhood, she had nightmares.

You’re impossible, you know that.

Karleigh hit Adolin in the chest, and stormed off of the balcony, sliding the door closed behind her. He frowned as he watched his wife, slam the door to their bedroom. Sigmund, dangerous, hardly, but my wife... He pondered if she ever got her mind set on something she could become deadly. Hmm, a guard, yes, but not just anyone.

He went over to his desk, pulling out a sheet of paper, and quickly jotted down a quick note, Of all the people who ever understood, Elina, it has to be Kingsley. If my wife had her way, who knows who she might send, best to do it now, while she sleeps.

In his mind’s eye, Keira still danced with him and sang for him, only he reached out, wishing she was living at the castle, My love, our daughter is in danger and from multiple sides... A storm is brewing all around her and I can’t help or stop any of it. Please give guidance to her... please.

Lieutenant R. Kingsley,

I know we have not always gotten along, with your unique outlook and opinions, but as you must have heard by now, my daughter, Princess Elina is coming home soon to marry. Since you are close, I hope you will be willing to see her home. I, also, beg you to protect her from the coming storm I’m afraid is coming. I only want her to be safe from the dangers of this world, some I have caused or put upon her head far too soon in life. Enclosed is some money to get the best wagon (new) with plenty of money for supplies, just keep the route secret and tell no one. I am uncertain who might try to take her and force her to marry their son. Please be wary of anyone, who looks suspicious.

King Adolin Fairchild

He sealed the letter and handed it to a guard, who bowed as he left. As soon as the guard was gone, he turned his attention back to the night sky, the same stars, only now, he was much older and wiser than before. The dragons roars filled the air, brought a strange memory to mind, King Jolne, whose death ended the Drakon war only Seventeen years before.

Jolne, I wonder what you would say now, if I had listen and talked things out.

Chapter One

The Dema woods loomed before Ian and his companion, an elf from the city of Norlen just to the south. The woods were dark and strange creatures were said to live within the forest. Phantoms and spectres of the past, trapped with the glade and ruins of a long destroyed city. An ancient city said to be of elven origin, although, Elves didn’t live in the country now. It was surrounded by a barrier, only weak in a single place, hidden among the trees was the entrance. If you blinked, you’d miss it entirely. Tiny bugs flew around it, which was said that these creatures were the souls of the departed, forever mourning their separation from their loved ones, who had died within the forest. The origin of the tale was not from an elf, but rather the local communities nearby.

Here it is, Lord. As I said, I’ve never been here much. Ian chopped down the branches, snapping off dead branches in the process, when he turned, falling into the mud. He shook his head, wiping the mud, Actually, I spent most of my time in the castle library, I'm not really into field work. Here it is, Dema Woods.

The Elven lord's name was Fagan, a companion of Prince Jarlath, hoping to marry Princess Elina who had, yet, to arrive from the temple. His black hood covered his skull mask which almost made him look more like a northern barbarian chieftain. Hewl r yo...

Ian struggled to understand his words, but they were blurred together, muffled. The horse stopped in front of him, snorting as his eyes rose up to meet Fagan’s face. The mask wasn’t real, as far as Ian could tell, but each passing second, looking into it was unnerving.I-I’m sorry, b-b-b-but ... I can’t hear you, you won’t be willing to remove your mask... He took a step back, nearly tripping on the same rock as before, I don’t mean, disrespect, Lord Fagan.

Fagan removed the mask placing it into the saddle bag. His eyes were cold, distant, and yet, his face had a youthful appearance; likely as young a Prince Jarlath. His frowned was more than a sign of his anger, but his displeasure as well, something unsaid that Ian wasn’t aware of? Why has the guardian of these woods not see fit to come here? I suppose these woods just don't mean much to you, do they?

My mother said the woods were ... dangerous and to keep people OUT. His mother, who had been the previous guardian had passed away only a few months before. Fagan kept glancing down at a scroll, likely a map or was it something else; Ian dared not ask. I love books more anyway, if I was stronger perhaps...

So this is the entrance, Fagan paused, looking about the forest, from the tree tops to the floor of the forest, rather small for such a large forest, but I assume this is the only place the barrier is at its weakest. You are certain, correct?

Yes, Ian glanced around for the sign, a partially hidden sign, in the form of a mark. It was somewhere on the tree, not too high and not too low, just high enough to be seen by someone who knew what they were looking at. A family mark, if he remembered correctly. He pointed at it, it was still in the same spot as it always was. See, this mark, if not for the fireflies, you can look for this mark. By the way, no one ever goes into the forest, why are you?

The very second the words had left his lips, Ian regretted it, but unable to take them back. Fagan climbed down off of the back of his horse, only took a step before grabbing his shirt and slamming him against a tree. None of your business, only two people have that right; me and my cousin, Jarlath. Do you understand me?

The second, Fagan released him, Ian turned away, half tempted to run back to the castle, but he stopped dead in his tracks. He faced Fagan, frowned as he whispered, I’m sorry, Ian whisper, so quietly that he barely heard his own voice, I didn’t mean to pry into ---- But … curiosity got the better of me. It’s mostly a scholarly curse, honestly and you don’t have to answer...

The sun had already begun to set, it would soon be dark and the night meant the woods only resident life form would soon emerge from its hidden place. Ian turned just as a bat flew from a nearby tree over his head, he screamed and ducked. Within seconds, the entire sky was full of the buggers and it took a few moments before they had flown off; entirely. Fagan reached down, yanked him up by the hood of his shirt and forced him to his feet.

First, you ask what you don’t need to know, Fagan released him, jabbing his finger into Ian’s chest, and now, you cower before a simple bat. You don’t mean to pry, simple, don’t. That’s easy to do and I won’t tell you again. Okay?

Ian nodded his head, as he bit the lower edge of his lip but from the corner of his eye, another bat flew from the tree over his head. He screamed and covered his face, waving his arms in front of his face. I hate those things, get it away from me.

Moron.

Ian opened his eyes, not only was the bat gone, but Fagan was tying his horse to a nearby tree. The horse’s ear leaned forward, it seemed to be nervous, but the forest, with those phantoms, Ian didn’t blame him. Fagan, don’t worry. This isn’t related, but the blood on your sword... is it real?

Fagan gave a weak smile, as he looked from Ian to his sword, by his side, after a few second he began to laugh. Does this blade make you nervous? Holding it up in the air, waving it, all the while, Ian kept following it from left to right. It's not really blood, you know, just dyed that way to fool enemies. An old friend gave it to me, I assure you I've never used it.

Ian released his breath, quite relieved about that, Thank goodness, too. Not really a fighter, nor a lover for that matter... Not of women at any rate, now, books were his lovers. History and science were his best friends, a book worm to the very last. Although, even the scholars at the castle teased him for his fear of bugs and rodents.

Are you ready to push on, Ian? Fagan asked, as he pushed his way pasted the remaining branches and into the woods; not even turning to see if Ian was following him or not. Ian didn’t move, when Fagan stopped, shouting at the top of his lung, I don’t have time for you to waste time by just standing there.

Yes, Lord Fagan, Ian ran up to where Fagan was waiting for him, sighing, I’m not just a guide, I’m---- he stopped in mid-sentence, trying to think of the words to say, without making fun of himself or insulting him as others had in the past. He shook his head, I’m a bastard, and my only role is…

Ian---

Ian continued to speak, pacing back and forth, My mother was a maid, and ----

I didn’t come for your life’s story, Ian. Fagan balled his hand into a fist, glaring at Ian, almost like a rat he had to smash. I don’t care if you a farmer’s or a King’s bastard son, I simple do not give a damn one way or another. I wish you’d understood that.

Ian couldn’t find the strength to talk, to agree or disagree, so he merely shook his head. The road had begun to show signs that they were getting closer to the city, bones and pieces of rusty armour long since dropped by careless adventures or dropped when they perished. The trees were so thick that you could barely see the stars, let alone, the moon. We should avoid leaving the path, ghosts and ghouls pray on anything that leaves the path.

And what does that mean to me? A couple of sparks flew, a couple of second later, Fagan handed Ian a torch, which lit up the entire area around them. The road just didn’t have tiny bones, but entire skeletons, heads and other body parts littered the road and the field. Hmm, humans ... your mother was correct, this place ‘is' dangerous as she said.

In the centre of what appeared to be an old square was a statue, which was crumbled from the waist down, but it resembled the one in the book that Fagan was reading from. The one in the book was a young woman sitting on the edge of a large flower. It had a lot of detail from the pieces of silver in her hair, to each of the beads on her dress and the flowers on her head. Are these flowers real or just associated with the Goddess?

Irrelevant, Ian. Fagan stopped, briefly as placed the book back into his pack. So tell me why the name Dema means destruction in your tongue? Especially when the word in my tongue means Luna.

Well, I’m not exactly sure. Ian thought back to his studies, but the history of Dema woods wasn’t or had never been published, he just simple wasn’t interested in something that had been pushed on him his entire life. Luna is another word for moon, and my people associate it with chaos. Different phases of the moon… Ian trailed off, as Fagan pulled out a yellowed map that was tied closed with a red string. A map, so you do know where we’re going.

Yes, that would be the point.

Ian glanced over Fagan’s shoulders, the best he could, but the Elf was much taller than he was. The map had a lot of details from the temple in the centre to the location of the old city and outposts. I just don’t get it, if you had a map, why do you need me? He pointed at it, Especially since that’s better than the map my mother has or had, before she passed away.

Fagan didn’t respond, just began walking down the path, According to this, the city is up ahead and the temple should be a bit further beyond that. Of course, there was old signs of old broken down signs, but even if they had been whole, it would have been in ancient Elven anyway. Anything you could tell me that you mother might have mentioned?

Ah, that’s right. According to my mother, she said the elves used to be craftsmen and used to be the centre of the Elven nation. Ian remembered the old tales his mother used to tell him about the people who would travel through the woods, with little thought. She repeated the tale over and over again, until she was sure he got it. A safer way than the one that would have been on the map, likely the last map created of Dema before the fall. He kept glancing around until he smiled, pointing to the West, To the west, there’s a hidden pathway, it’s much safer to get to the city and the temple.

The path was lined with stones, each stone bore a rune which he began to take note of, writing them down in a leather bound notebook that he carried in his pocket. This place is interesting, I’ve never seen a place so rare, I should have come ages ago.

IAN!

Ian fumbled, and shoved the book back into his pocket. The foundations of old buildings stuck out of the ground, was it the start of the village, the ones that survived or the end; no one knew. He was almost out of breath, when he ran up to Fagan, ...I..I’m … not used to running or walking this much…

Ian took note of each of the buildings, he bent down to one, We know this is the village, or the city, as many people believe, but who knows if it's the beginning or the edge of town. The temple shouldn’t be that far from here, actually.

Ian, I didn’t come here for a lecture on the village. Ian chuckled, it wasn’t the first time someone yelled at him for that. The road was littered with broken arrows and arrowheads, and a sword that bore the mark of the Nirvend King; an odd find, indeed. Hmm, strange, I hadn’t ever learned that the ... when were they here?

Historians… Fagan rolled his eyes, Will you stop that, as he knocked the sword out of Ian’s hands. It landed on the top of a rock, and the sound echoed through the woods. He smiled, slightly, Don’t worry, you’ll have all the time you need to examine those pieces.

I suppose so. As they walked through the trees, they began to change from a dark green to a playful pink trees, cherry trees, if he recalled correctly. Golden berries lined the path, sweet things that supposedly had a chocolate like taste, if you were to believe mythology. Fagan reached down, yanking one off of the bush and placed it into his bag. What are these berries, you seem to know them?

Lunnary, and it is said to surround her temple. It is the sign of the Goddess, and her devotion to her true temples. Fagan snapped his bag shut and stood up, Don’t worry, Ian. It’s nothing important, I assure you.

White spectres floated up from the ground, and began to float around their heads. They moaned and groaned, only when either of them took a step, they began to howl. They spun around, each spin faster than the last, getting closer to their heads than before. A sharp whistle filled the air, almost like a sad death dirge. I don’t like it here! I don’t think we should stay, I told you they were more active than before.

Fagan grabbed Ian by his shoulder, and dragged him onward, Ian, hurry….

The spectres simple passed them by, and continued their aimless wondering among the ruined houses. From the look of satisfaction on Fagan’s face, there was something he wasn’t saying or otherwise, he had a plan that hadn’t been mentioned. The souls of men, elves and who ever else was foolish enough to enter the woods, violent in death as they were in life. So tell me, who aren’t mindless spirits not attacking us?

My charm is working exactly like I planned. Fagan pulled out a silver hammer on a golden chain around his neck. The hammer shimmered, as if it was hit by the sun, rather than a simple torch. This is the hammer of a God... I forget his name, but, it places a magical aura around us. They can’t see us, we have no fear of them at any rate.

This was the city of the dead as it was called in the capital, dead spirits who roamed the forest from elves to humans, to an occasional dwarf. The one part was the story of the fall of Dema to begin with, that was never written about, in his mother’s book or anyone else’s for that matter. What happened to the elves here?

Nothing, that I can speak of.

Something caught his eye, a flat stone stuck out of the dirt, and yanking it out, it had writing. In old elven, but it was partially faded with time, and a version he knew a little something about. The words he could only read was ‘Only ----- of noble ----- can open the ----- gate.’ It was something special, so he placed it into his backpack to study at a much later date. Hey, Fagan this says something ... about … the gate.

Fagan was no where to be seen, Ian’s eyes widened, with the realization he had been left behind. The spectres began to howl and screech again, and fly towards him. The temple ....

Ian faced north, running and shouted, Fagan? He ran down the path until he noticed the black of Fagan’s cloak and hood. Wait for me, please.

What? Fagan stopped in mid-step, and turned around to face Ian again. What in the hell, do you want? I already told you not to waste time, right? Oh wait, I didn’t, don’t waste time.

Ian pulled out the tablet, which Fagan read and rolled his eyes, This is worthless, we don’t need it, because I already know how to open the gate. Only ... of noble... can open the … gate, it was a phrase that sent chills down his spin, it made him more uncomfortable each second that passed. We’re almost there.

I’m sorry, but why do you want this sword? Ian grabbed his shoulder, but in response, the Elven Lord pushed him away. His voice shook, was it fear or anger at being mislead, he couldn’t figure out his own emotions. What’s so important about it? Do you want to become a God? Legends say that the Luna sword could do just that.

We’re getting closer, Ian. It’s only a few more feet.

The surrounding woods were completely free of spectres, ghosts or phantoms, he took note of it. The path ahead of them had a fork, yet, the map showed no such a path. He began to wonder if they had travelled the wrong direction, after all. Fagan, I don’t think we’re in the right area.

Ian...

Ian glanced up from his book, as Fagan reached into his bag, and pulled out a jewel crested dagger. I have to admit that you are a godsend, because I need you ... your blood that is... The gate of the temple which was locked for ages, the old stories his mother said of blood stains on the stones. His eyes widen in the thought it was all true, somehow. F-Fagan, why are you doing this?

Ian made a mad dash towards the southern path, but Fagan jumped in front of him. The spectres and ghosts began to howl again, as if they could smell the blood already. He ran up to the side, Fagan’s footsteps just behind him. You can’t escape these woods, I’m blocking the only exit.

There was two paths, one lead to life and the other one would lead to a dead end, thus ending his life at the same time. He glanced behind him, seconds passed, time was growing short and holding his breath he chose a path. Damn it, when my mother said ... if I didn’t listen to her, I would be the death of her ... she should have said it would be the death of ME.

In front of him was a large iron fence, he spun around to run the other direction, but Fagan walked up the path, the dagger hung by his side. Second later, the piercing blow to his stomach, he fell to the ground and cough, the very wind knocked out of him. I need your blood to open the temple...

NO, he cried, it can’t end here, not like this. Ian struggled to his feet, trying to kick Fagan before he was tossed over his shoulder, No, don’t, surely ... there… has to be another way.

Sorry, there is no other way. Fagan placed Ian onto rock tying him down with a rope that he pulled from his backpack. Between the bars, the temple was just inches away. He began to speak, The temple of Ilendra, the Goddess of the Elves. The dagger hung just inches above Ian, who began to cry and the tears streamed down his face. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this doesn’t hurt a single bit.

Ian tried to move, but the rope burned him, as far as he was concerned he was stuck. The blade flashed quickly, and it was drawn up, it was now, covered in blood. Why... did I deserve this? I might be a bastard, but... He fell into unconscious, as Fagan reached down and closed his eyes. Was this what death was like? To watch as you left this world, would he be one of those ghosts floating around and seeking his freedom?

Poor Ian, only someone of noble birth can open it…. That’s why you had to die. Fagan began to walk away, as the gate shook open and was closed behind him. Ian struggled, the rope was gone, but his strength had completely left him; finally giving in and embracing the darkness.

Chapter Two

The farming community of Arlena was a rather small community, known for its farming centred community and its martial arts, a long time ago with ruins darting the landscape. The mooing of cows and the sounds of children running up and down the hallway was the first thing that Dugan heard as he opened his eyes, he leaned his head against his hand, A herd of elephants, if the Mayor’s reports wasn’t bad enough... I waited until the last second, this time.

STOP RUNNING YOU ... Dena, his aunt’s voice filled the air, as she shouted, only, after they stopped running. She softly knocked on the door, when two or three dogs began to bark wildly. Are you awake in there, Dugan? You know I can still rip those sheets off you like I used to. Of course, don’t try to act like you sleep naked... you know I know better than that. Breakfast is almost finished, hurry up.

~Man, I could use another hour or sleep.~ Dugan climbed out of bed, with the sounds of barking dogs and children running up and down the hallway. ~I wish I could wake up in peace and quiet for once.~

Hmm, breakfast does sound good. The thought of breakfast filled his mind with a million pictures of sweet rolls, omelets filled with vegetables from the garden, ham with fried eggs, but looking over at the calendar, only meant today was ‘oatmeal’ day. A young girl stuck her head into the room, What do you want, my cute little bug?

My name is Tila.... Tila walked into the room, her pink dressed and her hair pulled back into braids, as she sucked on her thumb, Are you ready for breakfast? I think Mum is making some sweet rolls to go with the oatmeal... Do you know why?

Dugan placed his hand on top of Tila’s head, giving her a quick kiss. He almost told her, but held back, too young to even begin to understand, so instead. Well, your mother knows I’m coming of age, today I’m considered an adult and it means... I have to become an adult, bug. Her eyes widened, You know I’m right, bug.

Tila gave him a baffled look as she look him over from head to toe, shaking her tiny fist at him, before giving him a swift kick in the shin, No... Don’t call me, BUG! Bugs are scary and ugly... I hate worms, too. She darted from the room with a look of absolute horror, as if he had shoved a bug down her dress in school. Mum, Dugan called me ....

Dugan laughed, as he glanced down at the calendar, Friday the 14th and the day that his father’s minor savings would be his. It’s not like Dena can afford for me to stay anyway, I’m all, but certain I’m going to get chosen as a guard. Dugan sighed, it was the best way to use his skills. He walked down stairs, where the rest of the family had sat down for breakfast. I have a lot on my plate today, a meeting, dropping off a report ...

Dena rolled her eyes as she pointed her spoon at him, I, for one, hope you took that report seriously. She spooned up some oatmeal, placing it front of Tila, before grabbing another bowl. What in the world do you know about farming? You have farmed, but ... it’s a chore, nothing more. Swords ... what a waste? What was my brother thinking?

~Dad...~ Dugan reached into his bag and pulled it out, she quickly glanced it over, See, Aunt Dena, I took it very seriously and the one thing I did was to only tell the truth…

You can’t be serious! Dena narrowed her eyes, slamming the table and shaking her head, as she pointed her finger at him, You know that the King reads these things, the mayor is going to make changes based on this report and yet, you make us sound like charity cases. Like we didn’t know a bit of hard work to save our lives. Rewrite it, now.

Dugan was shocked, for an instant, as she walked around the table and shoved a family book in front of his face, Do you see these men? They gladly worked the land, a hard living was their honour and pride as farmers and yet, you spit on that ... you’re telling the King and the mayor, we need help... Our Schools not good enough for you?

What’s wrong with the report? Dugan saw his ‘cousins’ put their spoons by their bowls and lowered their heads, It’s true, you need more help than you’re getting. The weakest link in the chain, that’s what father told me, and that all the fruits and vegetables in the area is farmed in Arlena.

We believe in...

Dugan rolled his eyes, as he stopped listening to her, only taking deep breaths until the words became almost a whisper and her voice was silent like a breeze. Her mouth kept moving, only she threw her hands up in the air, I… swear you’re.... He shook his head, At least, define that help and stop making us seem like we’re charity cases and while you’re at it, I might have to go over respect again.

If you had only read the report, you might have notice I had. Dugan flipped through the pages, with a list of things, Education, better books, roads, better security and most of all, guilds would be nice. Used to have one, until I think your husband’s family closed it down or could have been the mayor for all I know.

The room fell silent, the kids just ate their breakfast as did he, until Dena walked back into the room with a fresh pitcher of milk. He almost wished that he hadn’t taken it from his bag, not the first time, that he and his Aunt Dena had gotten into a verbal fist fight. I know it’s been hard and the fact that your husband’s family has all, but turned their backs on you, because of me...

I’m not mad at ‘you,' but it has been hard to raise these children alone, trying to pass down hard work. She long drink of milk, as she glanced over at Tila and placed her hands on Tila’s head, We don’t have much longer with you, because soon you’ll be making your way in the world...

I might not get chosen.... Even if Dugan didn’t get chosen, he was going to leave the farm and that meant leaving the only city, he had ever known. I suppose I have to leave or go back to bed, the sooner the better, so I don’t run into Kiron and Qi; the last two idiots I want to see.

Dena began to clear the plates from the table, shaking her head, I still don’t get why you guys fight, when you used to be friends. She wait for an answer, but when he didn’t say anything, she shrugged her shoulders, Well, you seem hurt by it, so I’ll assume it was on their end. You won’t see them much longer, it’s likely you’ll be summoned to be a guard. Not surprising since my brother was teaching you to use a sword, you’re one of the best in our community. What a worthless skill…

That’s not hard, I’m a big fish in a small pond. Dugan pushed the chair until the table as he ran towards the door, only a small hand reached up to his, Tila, bug, we knew that this day was coming, and I know you don’t understand. A guy needs to earn his keep and I need to find something ... He kissed her on top of her head as she wrapped her arms around his leg, Tila...

~I’m reasoning with a child and failing like everyone else.~

Mama, please don’t let him go! Dena pulled Tila away, only she kept a hold of his pant legs as huge tears rolled down her face, No, you promised to stay here... forever. Dena nestled Tila’s head on her shoulder and began to rock her, as she waved him away, Dugan...

Yeah, okay. Dugan walked out of the door, as the sound of his Aunt’s voice began to fill the air, a lullaby that Auriel used to sing Dugan as a child. Tila had known him, her entirely life from a tiny baby to now, yet, of all the people, he wished he didn’t have to hurt was her. Kiron, I’m certain his father told that official about my ‘skills’, if it’s not bad enough I was summoned...

Chapter Three

The temple garden was cool as Elina sat by the edge of the pond, running her fingers along the edge of her reflection, as she listened to the birds singing. She reached up and wiped the stray tear from the side of her face, You’re nothing, but a half breed murdering elf, even when Mum told you not to misuse your powers...WHY! She struck the water, her reflection faded, only to reform a moment later, Why mother, did father chose an elf of all things, couldn’t I just serve the Goddess instead and marry when I choose to?

~At least, a human...~

The reflection in the pond changed into the small girl’s face, whose name, she never knew and her vacant eyes stared up at hers. The doll ripped and tossed aside, like the little girl might have been as her mother ran out of the city. You didn’t deserve to die, how many experiences are you never going to experience? School, friendship, love, things that I take for granted...

Elina?

Mother Gisela! Elina hid herself among the reeds, as the older woman began to search along the edge of the pond, almost wishing she could vanish altogether. At times like this, I almost wish I could give you my life, instead, only you have passed on to the Fields. My mother is....

There you are, silly girl. Gisela pulled up her long white robe a bit, and climbed onto the wooden deck, You can’t be finished packing already, not with all the things your father has sent over the years. Like it or not, young lady, your father is calling you home... to get married.

Elina looked away, biting the lower edge of her lips, I’d rather not go, even if it means ignoring a royal summons, but I would rather serve the Goddess. I don’t belong there.... Or the elves, but she didn’t speak those words. The nightmares would return, the flames, the blood and the haunting face of a small child, who had been tossed away as the Atland army marched into the town. I just don’t think that... I belong… anywhere.

Gisela wrapped her arms around Elina rocking her gentle, Nonsense, child, you don’t know what you want, but... She reached down and plucked a small rose bud, placing it into Elina’s hand, This flower will bloom into a rose, with thorns that go along with it. No life is ever without a thorn or two. Marry and have lots of children to give love to.

NO! Elina almost wished she could stomp on the flower and crush in beneath her feet, only it would accomplish nothing. You don’t understand, Mother Gisela, I just simple do not....

Gisela took her hand, holding it for a moment, before releasing it, I’ve come to think of you as a daughter that I was never given the honour of having... she paused, in hesitation, but the truth is that you’re not. Your father summoned you home, you have to get married, sad fate that it is. I heard some passing rumours … I heard that a good friend of yours is escorting you home, Kingsley.

Kingsley’s name brought a smile to Elina’s face, as a couple of young priestesses walked by. Kingsley’s coming? I heard father said that ... it was a ... … improper. She bent down a plucked the flower, I guess I could finish packing, since he won’t take no for an answer. I’ll need help, since I think Shannah’s rather busy lately.

The room in which Elina had been staying for the last decade of her life sat at the end of a hallway overlooking the pond and the fields. On the floor was her clothes and half packed boxes with a couple of pairs of shoes half tucked in, Gisela crossed her arms, I swear when you don’t want to leave, you do it in style, since his letter mentioned he would arrive today, we don’t have much time.

As Gisela folded clothes, Elina looked over the beautiful woman, even in her earlier thirties was really beautiful, even if the robe did nothing for her figure. She finished closing the box, pulling another one towards her, I don’t understand why you didn’t marry, since you sound like you want to and you’re better wife material than I am. The second the words left her lips, she almost wished she could take them back, That is if you want to answer, but you if you don’t, ignore me.

You little... Gisela pointed her finger at Elina, only to lower and shake her head, as she placed a shirt in a box and took a seat on the bed, I was engaged to get married, when I had ‘sex’ with the man I loved, only found out that he didn’t. She pulled out a small locket and placed it into Elina’s hand, See, this is Ralph and I suppose I could have, but I’m noble. Only peasants would have had me with me, being ... used.

Elina looked down at the face, the young man, who had used Gisela and tossed her away like a piece of trash, I never knew this, but I suppose love is a game you win or lose, right? I guess there really isn’t changing father’s mind when he thinks this is for the best. Not when Kingsley was on his way to the temple to ferry her home to Fenlendar, I just don’t know...

The sound of footsteps rather quick and fast paced, as the door swung open, an elven girl stopped, I don’t care about that stupid pie, just get it out of the over before it burns the place down... Shannah stepped into the room, but stopped as she looked down at a pair of underwear on the floor. Oh, Elina, I swear you waited until the very last second, even after I told you he was coming today. Plus, you threw out most of the clothes I had packed.

I know, but I really don’t want to … go home. Elina knew Shannah was rather ticked, as paced about the room, only picking up clothes. Shannah, you know full well that you’ll never be upset with me, but better yet, is Kingsley here? I bet he’s rather impatient, because I was suppose to be waiting downstairs for him.

I don’t need to tell you what you already seem to know. Shannah placed the underwear in a box, So what should I tell him? A lie or complete honesty that Elina isn’t ready, yet.

Elina’s eyes widened at the thought of Kingsley walking into the room as it was and began to shove things into boxes, everything she didn’t want him to see. Gisela pulled Shannah to the door, Just tell that moron that we have a few things to do, feed him and his men, that’s the way to get men to listen, right? Through their stomachs?

Shannah threw her hands up in the air, What do I know? I’m still single, if you hadn’t noticed… what do I know about men, elven men or otherwise. She grumbled, as she closed the door, Just hurry, Princess, because we have a tight schedule that didn’t include belly aching from a whinny brat.

Hmm, I don’t recall signing up for the lecture from a servant, yesterday. Elina held back a laugh, as she stacked another box of clothes, only stopping long enough to wipe the sweat with the back of her hand, I would have been ready, if I had known… I still don’t want to go south, they’re very religious and touchy about the use of magic. Almost certain they would disapprove of me and my use of it.

Nonsense, those backward elves just need a touch of civilization.

~Civilize the elves!? How dare ...~

Elina couldn’t help, but think of her own mother long dead, since she was a toddler, even if Gisela likely meant nothing by her comment. I hardly think they need ‘me’ to bring them civilization, since they’ve been ‘civilized’ for about over a thousand years or more. My mother was graceful and beautiful, something that ...

A soft knock was heard as a man stuck his head into the room, only to frown as he looked down at the floor. Kingsley shot Elina a dirty look, as she closed the last box and stacked it with the others. I thought you were supposed to have this done ‘before‘ I arrived and downstairs waiting to be placed in the wagon.

Kingsley, it’s been a long time, since I saw you. Elina wrapped her arms around him as he patted her back, I wasn’t going to go, but I knew it was worthless to fight against you. You couldn’t help me with these boxes, could you?

Kingsley didn’t answer, only whistled as two guards walked into the room and nodded their heads, as they began to move boxes from the room. He looked Elina over, in her robe, only frowned, You are not going home in that, are you? It looks like you’re attending a funeral and not a wedding. I insist you wear this, as would your father, I am certain.

In his hand was a box with a red ribbon wrapped around it, as Elina carefully opened the box inside was a lovely green travelling dress. Kingsley, you can’t afford this.... She smiled as she fiddled with the rose on the front, Marta must have made it, like all the other wonderful dresses, she’s given as gifts over the years. Mother, I want to ask Kingsley something in private.

Something in private! A man shouldn’t be in ... Gisela’s eyes narrowed as she began to shove him out of the door, only Elina pulled him back inside. She released her hands and smoothed her robe out, Fine. I know you claim he’s almost like a brother, but if I ... Kingsley, I don’t trust you, so don’t cross that line.

He nodded his head, as he took a seat by the door. What’s up? I suppose this is good, because I have something to tell you. Reaching into his left pocket, he pulled out a map, which had a red line from the temple to the capital, This is our route, but I announced that our ‘official route’ is to the north going through ‘Arlena’ instead of the white cliffs.

Elina nodded her head, even if she didn’t understand his reasoning, but her mind was on the elven prince that her father had arranged for her to marry. She swallowed, Tell me about Prince Jarlath, you know from Altera. All I know comes from vague memories of my mother and her stories that are almost beginning to fade from my conscious memories.

Nothing I’m afraid. As Kingsley spoke, the men walked into her bedchamber and took more boxes, only he stood silently, until they had left the room. Your father doesn’t seem to like me, so I’ve been at the northern border watching the seas for Nirvend. All I know is what the maids tell me, cultured and good with various arms.

Great, just great, I think you’re the only person… Elina chuckled at the comedy of it all, like one of the big plays happening in the capital right now, only her life instead of something that had been written for the stage. Kingsley poked her on the shoulder, caught her off guard, Oh, me, I was just thinking about the war with Drakon and what they would think about my...

Ah, the great Heroine, Elina still thinks of her great battle against the abomination of Drakon. Kingsley took a stance much like one of the statues in the city square, only her mouth nearly dropped. You’re way too stressed for my liking, that used to make you laugh, but you change, while I help with the boxes. I think I should keep my day job since comedy, doesn’t seem to be my ‘thing,' does it?

Sure! Thanks, Kingsley.

Elina watched him as he left, as she thought of Drakon, the lives that had been lost in that final battle. Children whose fathers would never come home again, and yet, she would have children. Maybe, just maybe I can persuade him to let me marry someone else, or maybe the Mother is correct. What if something wonderful comes out of this, but somehow, I’m doubtful.

Shannah would travel ahead with her stuff, while she travelled with Mother, her last time with the older woman. Mother Gisela, I know you ... you’ll never know how much I truly care for you… not that I can tell anyone my inner feelings… She closed the door behind her, and headed towards the carriage that would take her home.

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Dugan stepped into the old cabin of his father, Auriel, time had passed with broken windows and the roots had already began to push up through the holes in the wall, even then, he could still see his father at the fire place. On the wall just by the front door was the scratches of names, his, Kiron and Qi, before their falling out, and even as he glanced around, they were playing games in the living room.

As he went towards the door, his foot went straight through the floor, which caught him off guard, and as he glanced down, there was a small box. What’s this? Inside was a strange golden dragon medallion with words that was written in ‘Drakon’ or so, he believed. I swear Dad would have told me about this, but this likely belongs to me, not sure why.

His father had told him that he had been found in the waters by the lake, almost dead and who knew how long he had floated down river. Secrets that had passed away when his father died mysteriously in the forest, found dead with no reason to be dead. I can’t stay here much longer, Kiron and Qi are more than likely heading to the town or helping out on their family farm.

Yet, the question burning within his heart was only: What am I suppose to be? My destiny? Answers his father couldn’t give, even if Auriel Wright had managed to survive, no, only Dugan could answer those questions.

Chapter Four

Hedrick Castle, Nirvend

The vessel had barely docked, as the loud crash of the ramp against the wooden dock, Sigmund stepped out from his cabin into the bright light. He shielded his eyes, as Captain Baines stepped up the ramp and onto the deck. The fellow with his thin black hair and moustache, and even paler white skin almost made him look like he belonged in one of those old tales of old hags. In his hand was an envelope with Sigmund’s grandfather’s name on the top of it: Lord Eriksen. Your grandfather’s messenger just sent this over.

This had to be sent two days ago, why didn’t he come himself? Sigmund glanced around, impatiently before carefully opening the seal and reading the letter within. Josteinn had written to his grandfather and from the look of the letter, crinkled, a sign that his grandfather had read it, too.

‘Lord Sigmund,

As you are aware of my impatience, I shall be quick and to the point, I wish you to come to the castle as soon