Part 2 Chapter 5

Chapter 5

            Alec and Tyrell stood by the southeast guard tower. Norton had given them leave for the day, and the duo thought they would organize a sightseeing trip. Oddly enough, it was Alec who suggested it. Everyone seemed to like the idea. The meeting point was the tower an hour after sunrise. Alec and Tyrell arrived shortly after Celica. “Hello boys. You are early.”

            “As are you, ma’am.”

            “I’m afraid Lou will not be joining us for a while. She had some things to prepare this morning.” Tyrell nodded and adjusted the cloak that hung around his body. “I hate this darn thing. It’s too heavy.” He said. Tyrell looked up and sighed. “Great, now I sound like Norton.” Celica smiled. “It is not the cloak, but the burden. That is the cloak that was given to the previous Gran Magus.” Tyrell nodded.

            “I see. I now bear the burden of the traitor as well.” He visibly settled into the cloak with a frown. The princess arrived wearing a simple dress with an apron. With her new haircut, she looked like a commoner. She acted perfectly natural in the common garb. She seemed so comfortable wearing it, that Alec could hardly believe that she was royalty. “Hello everyone! I hope you all had a good evening.” Everyone returned her greeting with a smile. Another figure wearing a black robe trailed behind the princess. “Ah, Lou; just in time.”

            “I am ready to go, ma’am.” Celica snickered. “Not in that, Lou.”

            “But Lady Celica!” Celica ignored her protests. The old woman went right up to her and gave a sharp tug on the robe. “Noo~” Lou cried as the old lady finally wrestled the cloak off of her. She was wearing the same thing the princess wore, without the apron and in a brighter shade of brown. And although she stood up to a Siren the other day, Lou looked no older than twelve. Her girlish face and golden pigtails gave her a carefree appearance. One of energy and innocence. “There we go, dear. You look so adorable.” Lou pouted. “You are so mean, Lady Celica.” The group got a good laugh out of that and the adventure started.

*****

            Kline stood on the roof of one of the taller buildings in the capital city. He rapidly scanned the area. “Not here…” He said and used the dark spell ‘Blink’ to warp to the top of a nearby steeple. He stood on top of the spire with perfect balance. A flare of bright blue surrounded him as he used time magic to let him scan every face from his lookout. “Not here either.” After another blink, he stood on a ledge overlooking the market. He crouched next to a gargoyle. Both provided a steady vigil over the square, but with opposite purposes. Kline was here to hunt, not to defend. He scanned the area. A couple of travelers caught his attention. One of them wore the Gran Magus’s cloak.

            Kline cursed silently for getting distracted, but the distraction actually helped him for once. His mark was attempting to pass by them. His target was as traveling mage named Peterson. Peterson looked like a traditional Northern Ken man; dark skin, dark black hair, and a prominent chin. He used powerful magic, unlike any the Leneel Church had seen. In order to further study this anomaly, Kline was to capture him alive. If the target became a threat to the populous however, the target was to be put down. Peterson was too dangerous to keep alive for long. Kline jumped down and infiltrated the crowd unnoticed. He pushed his way towards the man, a sinister smile on his face.

            As he took faster steps, people began to notice him. Church assassins wore a special mask in order to hide their face. However, it resembled the Siren’s masks. Like the Siren’s, it was made of a dark, glossy metal. But unlike the sirens, this one had features. The outline of the assassin’s nose, lips, and forehead remained so it fit better. He was wearing a black mask and black leather armor with a black cape around his shoulders; things the Sirens often wore as well. Kline hoped he could have gotten closer to his target before the people became aware. Kline began to move faster, darting between bodies. Then the screaming began. Kline groaned and broke into a full sprint. But, he was surprised he got this far into the city before being spotted.

            The words ‘Siren’ and ‘Help’ floated on the air as the market broke into chaos. Peterson took cover in an alley to watch the chaos ensue. “Peterson!” Kline called out over the chaos. The man noticed and took off running. Behind Kline, he heard someone cry out. “Lou and I will pursue! Everyone else, cut them off at Rook Street!” Kline closed on his target. Peterson began to glow a deep shade of purple. He extended his hand and touched the side of a building. His fingers drew lines on the walls. Where he touched, the stone and brick disappeared, letting Kline glance into the residences through finger sized gashes.

            Peterson gathered the matter he had taken from the buildings and tossed a barrage of stone needles. Kline dodged and took a look at his pursuers. His eyes went wide. The Gran Magus and a small child were chasing him. And the girl was gaining on him too quickly. Kline pushed his magic to the limits. He lowered his left arm and let dark magic coat it. “That’s a neat trick, assassin.” His blood chilled as the girl passed him. She went a good distance ahead of him and turned. She raised a fist to hit him. Kline jumped onto the walls on his left and ran along the surface for a short distance before returning to the ground.

            Peterson could feel his heart racing. He knew he couldn’t stop now and grit his teeth and pushed on. He had escaped this man once already; he could do it again. With help from these strangers, he just might make it to Daylon. Peterson saw an exit leading to Rook Street. From there, he could escape to the farmlands outside of Atlantis. Once in the open, he could let loose his magic fully. Three people steeped in front to stop him. He targeted the elderly lady in front of him. “I’m really sorry, lady.” His magic flowed to his fingertips. In his mind, he reached out to the buildings and the first two strangers blocking his path. He pushed them apart so that he could get between them. He then pushed the ground under the old lady back. The others, an armed man and woman, seemed completely stunned at this stunt. This was a common strategy for space mages though. Something that he had done on multiple occasions.

            The old lady looked up as Peterson jumped at her. He turned his entire arm into stone and punched. In response, she turned her body to liquid. Peterson jumped back at she launched a powerful burst of water magic at him. She turned into steam and disappeared. The woman appeared behind him and raised pillars of stone to block his exit. “Nowhere for you to go now, son.” The assassin jumped from the alley. A girl quickly followed him. “Lou, now!” The girl nodded. A faint purple aura appeared around her. It slowly extended until it engulfed the assassin. A second black aura like smoke appeared with the first aura, but this one only surrounded Peterson. As soon as the light surrounded Kline, his claw dispersed. The little girl then punched him in the chest, knocking him out cold. As Peterson stood in shock, the man he had pushed aside tackled him and wrestled him to the ground.

           

*****

            When Kline awoke, he was staring into the face of the Gran Magus. The man returned his gaze. That was when Kline noticed his mask was gone. He broke the silence. “Where is the Northerner?” Tyrell pointed behind Kline. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Peterson in the cell next to him through a window. “I want to know why a church assassin is after this man.” The Gran Magus stood a safe distance away. “I need not explain myself to you.”

            “Actually, you do. Otherwise, I’m going to have to believe the other one’s story.” Kline closed his eyes. “Believe what you want, Magus. I have no reason to speak to you.” The little girl that knocked him unconscious walked up next to the man. “He is not human, Tyrell. He has no fear or reason. Torture or interrogate him all you want; it won’t be of any use.” Kline glared at the girl. “And how would you know that, missy?”

            “I believe the children would say, ‘it takes one to know one’.” The church assassin shifted in his seat. Tyrell pulled up another chair and sat. “Look, I’ll make you a deal. Tell me your name and mission, and I’ll see what I can do.” Kline sat in a stubborn silence. “Allow me, Gran Magus.” The girl stepped forward and faced Kline. She reached up to his face and closed her eyes. Her mouth ripped open and she bit his neck. Tyrell jumped up and held his heart. Kline roared in pain and tried to break free. When he finally did, the girl kicked him over and bit him again. An elderly woman watched from a distance.

            “Enough Lou. You had your fill.” The girl let go of him and wiped her mouth on her arm. Her mouth had returned to normal but the psychological damage had been done. The Gran Magus lifted him upright. “Now that we are equally terrified, I suppose you want to talk?” Kline shook his head. “I would rather die.” Tyrell raised an eyebrow. “You just had a small child shred your neck like a bear. How stubborn can you be?”

            “The Sun-Cursed are of no concern to me. I am following orders.”

            “His name is Kline. A church assassin sent after Peterson.” Another man returned, leading Peterson towards the cell. Peterson faced his attacker. “I’m done, Kline. I’m goin’ ta’ Daylon if it kills me.” Kline struggled against his bindings. “Listen, Kline. Peterson has made us a deal. If you cooperate, we will let you in on it too.” The Gran Magus opened his palms and reclined in his chair. “It’s entirely up to you, assassin.” Kline clenched his teeth. “Fine…what do you want?”

            “Peterson wants to get to Daylon for one reason or another. We plan on taking him there.” Kline raised an eyebrow. “Alec here is a mercenary. This is his contract. Once at Daylon, Peterson will go about his own agenda. After he is satisfied, he has promised to return with us to Col, where he will surrender to the Church’s will.”

            “How do I know he will? I am not going to let him out of my sight any longer.” The Gran Magus nodded. “I know. Alec and I agreed that, if you are willing to play nice, we would let you come along.” The man Kline assumed was Alec spoke up. “Yes. I always fulfill my contracts. If you want to take one, I can help you.”

            “And now you want me to pay you? For helping me catch a criminal?” Alec nodded. “That is what a mercenary does. That is why we are hated.” Kline was beaten. With the Sun-Cursed girl and this mercenary helping him, Peterson could escape whenever he wanted. He was out of ideas and out of time. The only out seemed to be to tag along with the group. Kline was frustrated. No one had out maneuvered him before. It left a bitter taste in his mouth. Kline hung his head and spoke. “I will be coming. So long as I get Peterson after this.” The group, including Peterson nodded. They untied him and departed, leaving only the assassin and the monster behind.

            “You know; they could have just killed you.” Lou said. Kline glared at her. “They could have asked me. It would have been over in an instant.” Kline frowned. “I’ve never met a Sun-Cursed so powerful. How did you get this way?” Lou smiled eerily. “I was lucky. I met a nice family who accepted me for who I was. People who didn’t try to kill a monster like me. They let me live, let me learn. They taught me how to defend myself. I just had all the time in the world to perfect what I learned.” Kline towered over her. “How long did you trick that family?”

            “I didn’t trick them,” she said with a growl, “They knew what I was.”

            “How. Long.” He ordered. She looked him directly in his eyes. “A little more than one hundred years. Celica is the last one left, and She has been watching over me for a long, long time.”

            “That explains it. I’ve never had to kill a Sun-Cursed older than twenty years. But, one hundred? No wonder you bested me.” Lou looked pleased. “Thank you, assassin. But there is still one that is older than me.”

            “What?”

            “I’ve met him…and he is the most powerful Sun-Cursed in existence.”

            “And how do you know this?”

            “Well…he helped the sages with the Great Calamity.”

            “Where is he now?” Lou shrugged. “He left…said he had to go somewhere else.” Kline nodded and the girl wandered off. If Kline couldn’t best a monster that was one hundred years old, how did he hope to hunt down one that was at least four hundred? The Church Demon Hunters would need to be deployed, but it would take a small army to deal with this girl alone. The forces required to defeat the one that worked with the sages would be unfathomable. 

Part 2 Chapter 4

Chapter 4

            Ryan sat staring at the dossiers in front of him. With the Aeons missing, he needed protection on his trip to Daylon. His choices were narrowed down to these three. A Northern Ken space mage traveling to Daylon as well, a Daylanian mercenary currently stationed in Col, and a swordsman from Loc. Each one was very successful at their jobs, and all of them had completed extended length escorts. Each one had their own advantages and disadvantages. He rubbed his eyes and put the papers away. He yawned. It was getting late. The moon hung low in the sky. The candles had melted down to stubs. He blew them out and lay in his bed.

            He had read a single passage from the book. A grand total of one page. It had racked his brain, pulled it apart. Everything he had read and learned about the sages had been proven false. He sighed. Ryan thought on what he had read. The Sages were not the first Bishops, as he had learned. The Bishops were students of the Sages. The most shocking piece of information came from the count. While he was reading and rereading the passage, he kept a count of the number of names mentioned. He counted fourteen. If he was keeping a proper count, that was one student and one teacher for seven of the pillars. That left out one pillar. Ryan kept thinking about this until the thoughts lulled him to sleep.

            “Master Ryan.” Ryan opened his eyes. “Yes?” He sat up in bed. The sun bothered his eyes and he had a headache. It was probably later than he thought when he turned in for the night. One of the maids stood in his doorway. This was the first sign of trouble. The maids never left his mother’s side. Ryan moved to the side of his bed and put his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. “Master Ryan, you have company.” Ryan nodded. “Thank you. What shall I put on?” The maid motioned behind her. Several other servants hurried in with his best suit. “Oh dear. How bad is it?” One servant spoke quietly. “His Lordship Phillip Regale is present and awaiting you.” Ryan’s heart jumped into his throat. The many servants worked together to get their liege prepared for the meeting. It was not wise to leave his guest waiting.

            In the meeting room, Lord Regale and Lord Seldr sat across from each other. Madam Seldr and Elaine were in a side room, excitedly discussing whatever it was that women discussed. The two men sipped tea while shooting daggers at each other. “Lord Regale, I –”

            “Do not speak to me.” The head of the Royal Guard spoke with authority. Edmund Seldr went back to his tea. Twice, he nearly forgot how to swallow. Phillip was not in a good mood. It felt to Edmund that holes were being bored in the back of his head. Although, the man’s gaze was terrifying on a normal day. There was a knock on the parlor door. “Enter.” The door opened and Ryan stood in his best suit. The gray jacket contrasted with the green shirt. Both conflicted with his blonde hair, which he had shortened considerably since he returned. He stepped lightly in his dress shoes so they did not fall off. They were a size too large. Lord Regale gave the boy a stern look. “Ryan Seldr. Heir to the Seldr Estate. Not involved in the court, not a scholar, not a soldier: what exactly can you do?” Ryan swallowed hard. “With all due respect sir, I don’t think there is much I can do. I am trying to become a scholar. I have begun my tutelage with Gobehyz Logan.” The man nodded and chose to sit back down. This was a good sign. Ryan was now able to get a good look at the man sitting across from him.

            He was seven-foot of solid muscle. He was a member of the Emperor’s Royal Guard. He was the chief strategist, but still a capable fighter. Phillip had shaved his head, but kept a full beard. It was neatly cut. It was a solid gray color. The same beard on any other man would have made him look old; the Royal Guard was different. The look only seemed to emphasize his strength and old fashioned morals. Lord Regale was a Loyalist, through and through, and was not afraid to declare it.

            All three men sat in silence as a nervous maid poured another cup of tea for Ryan. She only filled it halfway so he wouldn’t spill. Ryan took a sip and waited. It was not in his best interest to speak before his guest. Lord Regale simply bided his time and took a sip of tea. He finally took a deep breath and worked his face into some semblance of a smile. “The tea is good, yes?” Edmund nearly choked on his. Ryan had let magic flow into his body. With an inoculation of water magic, he was alert and prepared for the man’s statement unlike his father. “Quite. I find that Rebeca prepares the best tea in the house.” The maid blushed slightly and curtsied. “Thank you, milord.”

            “And you know her name?” Ryan put the cup down on the saucer and smiled politely. “Yes sir. I make it a habit to learn the servants’ names.” Ryan made a small sweeping gesture with his hands. “After all; the well-being of the estate is in the people, not just the lords. That is just like the Empire. Without people, an empire is just a land filled with buildings, no? Besides all that, I believe that acts of kindness – no matter how small – are always returned in some way.” Phillip was caught off guard at Ryan’s straightforwardness and his answers. No man had ever dared to speak to him with that kind of confidence, yet filled with respect.

            Phillip leaned forward. “Tell me, Ryan.” Ryan sat straight, but leaned in a bit to meet the man’s gaze. “Tell me, have you ever considered joining the Royal Guards?” Ryan shook his head in the negative. The man sighed and returned to his old posture. “A shame,” he said, “I would have thought a young man like yourself would be an asset to the group.” Ryan thanked him, but Lord Regale continued. “You are quick with your words, compassionate, confident, and you possess a unique skill with magic.” Ryan suddenly became aware that he was giving off a faint blue glow. “I noticed that aura from the moment you stepped in. There is no guile, pain, envy, anger, sorrow…nothing negative in that aura. Whatever thoughts you use to channel magic are pure, or at least not wicked.” Ryan slowly nodded.

            Phillip finally settled into the chair he was seated in. “I am not sure,” he said as he looked at the ceiling, “What I disliked about you.” Edmund looked over at Ryan with concern. “As you know, our houses do not agree often. I have often wished to completely remove your house from existence. Yet, since arriving here, I find it hard to remember why.” He took another sip of tea. “But I do know this; It is time for the hostilities to stop. I am here to offer an ultimatum.” The man stood and clasped his hands behind his back. “Edmund Seldr.” Edmund stood at the man’s command. “Yes?” Phillip glared down. “You have two choices: join with the Regale household, or be destroyed.” Edmund stood speechless. Ryan stood as well. “Sir…I would prefer more than anything to avoid destruction, but how do you propose we accomplish this merger?”

            “You would marry my daughter, Ryan.” Phillip said. Ryan was equally as speechless as his father. “Sir?” Phillip turned towards the window. “The Maverick Family brought the wrath of mine against it. The estate was…confiscated.” Lord Seldr brought his hand to his mouth. “The Mavericks? B-but they were his majesty’s main supporters in the senate!”

            “His majesty fully supported my actions. As for you, Ryan,” Phillip turned to the boy, “Will you accept this proposal?” An elderly butler entered from the direction of the kitchen. He was not dressed like a Seldr servant, so Ryan assumed he was a Regale. The man pulled a small slip of paper from his breast pocket and bowed. “Thank you, Winston.” The Lord read the paper and returned it to the man. “Good work. Dismissed.” The butler bowed and made an exit. “It seems that the women have finished their chat.” The women entered. Both were beaming ear to ear. “Now then, Ryan; do you have an answer for us?”

            “I – ”

            “I believe,” Edmund interrupted, “That it would be for the best if these two discussed matters alone for a while, no?” Lord Regale actually agreed. “Very well. I shall allow that. Winston, stay with these two while we move to the dining room. Come get us when they have reached an answer.” Ryan was left alone with a butler and the woman he had met briefly in Atlantis. The butler was the first to speak. “I have done a check of the dining hall, milady. They would not be able to arrive in time. You may begin.”

            “Wait, hold on!” Before Ryan could speak, lady Regale had produced a rather large knife and held it to his throat. “Tell me about the other women servants here.” Ryan had stopped using his magic, and as a result had become increasingly clumsy with his thoughts. “You smell nice.” Was all he could manage. It wasn’t his best idea, but it was that or comment on her hair. He liked the way the light reflected off her black locks. The tip of the blade was pushed against his skin. She smiled though. “Thank you, darling. Now back to the question at hand.”

            “W-well, w-w-what do you want to know? Names? Ages? Heritage?”

            “Have you ever flirted with any of them?” Ryan hesitated. The burning fire in her eyes told him that she wasn’t kidding. “O-once or twice.” The fire flared up momentarily. “Forgivable. Have you been romantic in any way with any?”

            “No.”

            “None?”

            “None. Not a one.”

            “I don’t believe you.”

            “I mean it.”

            “How do you plan to prove that?” Ryan looked at Winston, who was holding a small towel and another dress. “Please answer the question, Master Ryan. I am merely here to assist the lady in cleaning up, if necessary.” She repeated her question. “I…I don’t know. I just – ” A vile smile drew a line across her face. “I like you Ryan,” She said as she pulled herself closer. She never took the knife from his throat, even as she rest her head on his chest. “I just have to know, darling. I can’t be responsible for my actions if I don’t.” Ryan swallowed hard. “I give you my word. I’ve never given flowers, courted, or…any of the like.” She shot him a skeptical glare. Winston coughed. “Perhaps, I can be of assistance, milady?”

            The knife retracted, but it was replaced with an iron grip from Winston. The man was obviously not a mage, but the power the man wielded was that of a powerful mage. “Now then, master Ryan; I am at the end of my patience. When I came here, I questioned ever eligible woman within two leagues of this estate.” With his spare hand, he flipped out a small booklet. “Each and every one stated that they have never met a man so kind. What do they mean by that?”

            Ryan struggled to breathe, let alone talk. He gagged a bit before Winston dropped him. Winston put some white cloth gloves on. As Ryan rose to his feet, Winston punched him hard in the chest. He aimed for the middle of his torso, knocking the breath out of him. Once again, Ryan struggled to fill his lungs. Once the pain passed, Winston lifted the boy by his hair. “Wait! Wait…just…”

            “Now, master Ryan.” Even throughout the interrogation, Winston remained respectful to the title Ryan possessed. Ryan’s life was a different matter altogether. However, his life depended on his answer. “I’m not like the other noblemen.” Ryan said after some struggle. Both of his captors decided that wasn’t enough. Ryan gave a pathetic whimper and held up a finger to stop them. “I admire the flowers, but I don’t pick them.” He glared halfheartedly at Elaine. “I’m waiting for a rose to fall into my hands.” Winston stopped mid kick at Ryan’s pleading. “I worded that poorly! I’m sorry, I can’t think.” He took a few deep breaths and tried again. “I will not accept multiple paramours. I am for one woman, and only one.”

            “Who is she?!” Elaine dropped to her knees and thrust the knife at him. The tip hovered dangerously close to his eye. “I don’t know…I’m still looking. I’m still waiting.” Elaine straddled him and pulled a second knife out of one of her stockings. This one she actually stuck into his stomach. The wound was shallow, but the pain got the point across. “Who?” The once peaceful angel had morphed into a demon. “I’m not seeing anyone! I swear. Please…please don’t kill me!”

Elaine’s eyes went wild with envy. She put enough pressure on the knife stuck in Ryan’s stomach to make him cry out in pain. There was a pause as Elaine let out a small giggle of insane laughter. Winston looked down at him and put a boot on his chest. Between the boot and Elaine’s knife, Ryan considered just acting like a fool ending it all. Winston spoke before he did. “If I find out – in any capacity – that you have or have had contact with any kind of strumpet, you will find that her tortures are far more kind than mine will be.” Winston lifted his boot after he had spoken. Elaine huffed and removed the point from his stomach. She put the knife back where it came from. She then stood and retreated to a seat.

Ryan rose to his knees weakly. Blood seeped out of the small wound on his stomach. “You are insane.” He hissed. She smiled. It was a kind smile. To Ryan however, it cut deeper than any knife could. “Not insane, darling.”

“You are a hateful woman, then.” She gasped. “Why, I never.” she said, “I could never hate you. I just love you so much, it hurts. I love you to death, my sweet sweet Ryan.” She clapped her hands and motioned to Winston. “Get my father; I must announce my engagement at once!” Ryan opened his mouth to protest, but the blood on his hands told him otherwise.

Part 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 3

            Alec was only used to training and a few odd missions. This kind of combat was new to him. It was not long, drawn out battles. It was savage. Alec swung his blade against a shield. The owner of the shield proceeded to swing his axe over the top of the wooden shield. Alec responded by hammering his blade against the wood again. This continued for seconds, not minutes, before the attacker missed and Alec cut his weapon arm. The man dropped his guard and Alec opened a long gash on the man’s leg. He fell to the ground writhing in pain. A young boy ran up to the fallen man. The boy pulled out a dagger and thrust it into the man’s heart. He then retreated to find the next fallen soldier.

            Alec took a deep breath and tried to focus with all the things going on. Sounds and sights gave hit him like a hammer. He felt the very ground tremble with the cries and stomping. And the smell! Stale blood, steel, sweat, and fear mixed into a toxic concoction. Alec rushed ahead to clear his head. He spotted a Col Honor Guard having trouble. He rushed over and dug a blade into the attacker’s back. “Are you alright?” The guard nodded and held his chest. “Fine. Thanks.” Tyrell charged up to Alec. “We are moving up. Magic Corps; to me!” About twelve mages came up to the Gran Magus. “Alec, head to Norton’s side. He is attempting to execute the commander. I’m going to attack the shield wall.” Alec saluted and ran off.

            Norton grunted and punched the shield in front of him. Behind him, a spear reached over his head and into one of the men Norton was facing. A gale pushed on the shield wall’s side, knocking them aside. Norton’s men made short work of the fallen soldiers. “The magi are clearing the way! Move up.” The men he was leading ran ahead with a rally cry. Norton happened to glance to his side and saw one of his own laying on the ground. A rebel with a war pick raised his weapon. Norton adjusted the hold on his sword and tossed it like a javelin. It stuck into the man. Norton moved to the man, finished him, and extended his arm. “Get up; you have work to do.” The soldier took it and stood up. She was shaky on her feet. Norton sighed. “Sheesh, is this your first day in plate armor?” The soldier nodded. “I hate people like you.” Norton noticed another ally running over. “Alec, good timing.”

            Alec saluted. “Boy, stay here and help this lay-about out of the plate armor. Give her your jerkin.”

            “But I-”

            “You wouldn’t survive more than one blow anyway. And believe me, you’ll be fine.” Norton drew his side sword and cursed. “I hate this. Get a move on! And don’t you dare die on me, boy.” Alec cursed as well, tossing off his leather jerkin. He was careful to travel light on the battlefield, but going shirtless was going too far. However, orders were orders. He moved behind the soldier. “Okay, look: I’m just going to take off the breastplate. Take off the gauntlets.”

            “What off the greaves?”

            “Keep everything else on. We don’t have the kind of time to completely strip you.” He tugged on the straps and the breastplate fell. The woman tossed off the gauntlets and helmet. She grabbed the jerkin from Alec and put it on over the padding she wore under her armor. Her brown hair tumbled down over her shoulders now that it was free from the helmet. “Hold still.” He said. Alec gathered her hair into a ponytail, then drew a knife to cut it off. The newly cut hair fell just past her ears. “Sorry, had to do it. Now then, grab your sword, and let’s go!” The woman grabbed her sword and followed Alec. “Now, stay clear of any shielded foes. I’ll knock ‘em off balance, and you take them out.” The woman nodded. Alec found his first foe. He backed away from the first swing. Then, he hammered his sword into the shield multiple times. Once the man staggered, Alec’s partner drove her sword into his side.

            “Good kill.” Alec reached down and pulled off the fallen soldier’s shield. “What’s your name? I’m Alec.”

            “Just call me Chris. The introductions can wait.” Alec agreed and hastened to keep up with Norton. Chris was holding him back, but they were still making good speed. Norton turned his head to rally the troops as they collided with the captain’s shield wall. Alec and Chris joined the Loyalist’s side in the pushing match. “Good to see you Alec. I hate waiting.” Weapons glanced by Alec, a few opening shallow cuts on his exposed torso. “Norton; you said I would be fine!” Norton elbowed him lightly. “Dead yet? No? Then stop complaining!” The struggle kept up for a few more moments. “Now!”

*****

            Tyrell heard Norton call out. “That’s our que boys. Let’s go.” Tyrell activated both his foci and gave the orders. The mages, all remnants from the dragoons, burst forward. Each man took down one of this battle’s key leaders. Then Tyrell moved. With a rush of speed, it would appear to the commanding officer that he had just appeared out of thin air. His new cloak fluttered from his sudden stop and Tyrell raised his scythe. The captain froze. Tyrell’s blade clove through his neck. The paralyzing fear was forever captured on his severed head. Tyrell used his magic to escape.

            Once the captain fell, the soldiers scattered and called a hasty retreat. Norton gave the order to let them leave. The men cheered as the battle came to a close.

*****

            Alec and Tyrell met up after the battle at the infirmiry. Alec had to get his bleeding cuts bandaged up. “So, how did the first battle go?” Tyrell asked as Alec threw up into a bucket. “Awful. Why did I ever…?” He gagged again. An elderly woman walked over and put her hand on Alec’s forehead. She hummed. “That’s good. No infections, Alec. The nausea will pass soon.”

            “Thanks, Celica.” Celica was the Col Army’s most capable healer, and she did not even use wind magic. Wind magic was once thought to be the only element capable of healing. Since meeting Celica, that has been proven wrong. She was a dual mage that used both space and water magic. Tyrell acknowledged her skill, so Alec did as well. “And you, Tyrell.” He bent down so that the little lady could feel his forehead as well. “You as well, Tyrell. Get some rest though. You used a bit too much magic. And don’t say so much, or you will hurt your vocal cords. Understand?” Tyrell nodded and smiled in response. She slapped him lightly on the stomach. “No one likes a joker.”

            “Yes ma’am.” The woman chuckled a bit and walked around to the other wounded. “How does she do it, Tyrell?” Tyrell sat down across from Alec. “She uses water magic to surpass her physical limits, then uses space magic to seal wounds and fix internal injuries. It is more effective than wind healing, but requires much more time to master than the typical person has in a lifetime.” Celica was getting older. She was already in her late seventies, and that was quite old here in Col, where the average life expectancy was mid to late fifties. Her hair was mostly white. She was a northerner, and her dark skin testified to that. She walked without the need of a cane. That came from years of living in the desert sands of Ken Isle. She was very short. As was her temper. But she was a kind lady, and was always eager to help others.

            A younger woman entered the tent looking for Alec. Tyrell stiffened up and Alec felt his nausea coming back. Before them stood Princess Chrystal. She wore common clothes and some sandals. But her once long hair was cropped up to her ears. “Alec...so this is where you were.” Alec gulped and nodded. “Y-yes, lady Chrystal.” She smiled. “Calm yourself. I’m not mad. You saved my life today. You and Norton. I’ve come to return this to you.” She tossed his jerkin on his cot. “Thank you for your help. I won’t be going into battle in a full suit of armor for a while now. I hope to work with you again soon.”

            Alec was caught with his jaw hanging open. “Did you think I came to yell at you?” Alec shook his head. “N-no. I just…well, I did cut off a lot of your hair.” She dismissed his objection with a wave. “It will grow back. Like I said, thank you for help.” Alec composed himself then stood. “Yes. Anytime. I look forward to working with you again.” He extended his hand and she shook it. There was a cry from outside. Alec ran outside and was soon joined by Tyrell and Chrystal. A lone Siren had appeared. His mask had three red triangles drawn on it; one coming from the forehead down to the eyes, and two more around his mouth. They looked like the fangs of some beast about to close. It swung, cutting down two soldiers then turned. The Siren saw Alec and ran forward with its scythe drawn.

            Alec was unarmed. In fact, no one around him had a weapon either. The Siren closed the distance and raised the weapon to strike. “And what do you think you are doing?” The accusation came from Celica. The Siren paused his attack as the group parted to let the healer through. The Siren remained quiet. “I asked you a question, brat.” She slapped his mask. The impact left a palm-shaped dent in the metal. All eyes went wide. “Answer the question, boy.”

            “I am here to kill Alec. Let me pass or die.” She slapped him with the other hand. Alec saw a flash of violet as she did. Then Alec realized that she was using space magic to somehow dent the metal without hurting herself. “I don’t think so.” There was a tense moment as she grabbed the Siren by the collar. She jerked him down to her level and looked him directly in the eyes. “Now, you scurry on out of here before I shove that scythe down your throat.” He pulled away from her and swung his scythe. Another woman darted over and caught the blade with her bare hands. “Are you alright lady Celica?” The elderly lady nodded. “Thank you Lou, but I’ll take it from here.” Lou let go of the blade and took a step back.

            The Siren sized up the old woman and moved his scythe. The blade stopped when it hit her neck. “Ohoho. You will need more than brute strength and Dark magic to beat me. As I recall, our magics don’t mix well.” The Siren swung multiple times, each blow as useless as the first. He charged up a magic claw and thrust forward. She grabbed his wrist and twisted. He dropped to the ground, then used a blink spell to appear behind them.

He rushed Alec with his claw. “Hmph. Such stubbornness.” Celica mumbled as she turned. She pointed a single finger at him. “Alec, move.” Alec jumped to the side and dodged the Siren’s first attack. The Siren looked up in time to see a jagged blue-green line travel from Celica’s finger to his chest. The Siren flew back as though he was hit by a battering ram. He hit the ground and kept sliding. He lay on the ground twitching as electricity arced around his limp body. All eyes turned to Celica. “He will live. Now, git out of here.” She turned to walk away. The Siren struggled to his hands and knees before warping out of the area.

The group exchanged odd glances at Celica, who had casually returned to mending wounds and seeing to the needs of the injured. Alec took a few more deep breaths. That was the second time that someone had tried to kill him recently. But all thoughts were on the even greater display of power that Celica had shown. She not only treated the Siren like an ornery child, but she had also crippled him in a single blow. “That was…the real power of magic. Was it not?” Chrystal asked. Lou nodded. “And she was holding back.” Alec raised his hand a bit. “I vote not to make her angry.” Tyrell raised his hand. “I agree.” Chrystal did as well. “As do I.” Celica called from inside the medical tent. “I need to check you as well, deary. Come in and bring the princess with you.” Lou nodded and took Chrystal with her.         

Tyrell shook his head and walked off. Alec remained standing next to a circle of dead grass where the Siren had been electrocuted. The blow had not seemed so spectacular, but the point of impact had been scarred by the power. If that had been any stronger, the Siren would have been charred like the grass in front of him. And he possessed a different form of the deadly power the Celica had displayed. He shuddered. Alec had seen magic heal minor wounds and used it to inflict injury on others. But his was on an entirely different scale. This was true magic.

Part 2 Chapter 2

Chapter 2

            Ryan had researched for a week on the sages. Most of what he found was in the old history books and children’s stories. His eyes were sore from the constant reading, and his mind was just as tired. He ran a hand across his eyes to give them a light reprieve. How long has it been since he slept? Ryan had lost track. He knew that today was his last day. If he didn’t come up with an answer soon, he would be late. And that would be the end of all his hard work and planning. “’Find the truth?’ How am I to study something from five hundred years ago?” He put his head down in the book and sighed. “At sunset I need to depart.” He took a deep breath and pulled out another book from his stack. “No rest for the weary, I suppose.”

            As he thumbed through another stack of books, the pain in his eyes grew worse. Finally, Ryan was forced to leave the books and go for a walk. He hoped the sunlight would help his mind too. He took the steps up to the temple gardens. Ryan was mulling over what he had studied and accidentally collided with a noblewoman. She let out a startled yelp and clutched her hands to her chest. Ryan took a step back and fell over into the fountain. A mighty splash of water soaked both of them. “Forgive me, milady.” Ryan stood and waded out of the fountain. After the intial shock, she composed herself. “I’m sorry as well. Did you get hurt?”

            “No, I am unharmed. But you are absolutely soaked.” The girl giggled. “Well, so are you.” He chuckled at that and wrung out his coat. “Well…o, wait! I have an idea. Stand still a moment.” Ryan brushed his hair away and focused on his magic. The focus on the base of neck began to glow a deep blue. “So, a mage?”

            “Of course, milady. My father told me all noble children get magical training.” The girl smiled. “True. They do, don’t they.” Ryan held out his hands and syphoned all the water out of both their clothes. He then let it sprinkle over the flowers. It left a rainbow across the terrace. “How lovely! You must be quite the mage, milord.” Ryan shrugged. “Not quite. I just started learning.”

            “That is amazing what you did though. My name is Elaine. Elaine Regale.”

            “I am Ryan Seldr. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, lady Regale.” She curtsied after Ryan bowed. “The pleasure is all mine, lord Ryan. Edmund Seldr has raised a fine gent. My father will be astonished.” Ryan smiled. Lord Regale was head of the Emperors Royal Guards. As such, he had power in both the senate and the royal court. Had this encounter gone otherwise, everything Ryan’s family owned would be naught but ash within an hour. Ryan was calm on the outside, but a complete mess on the inside. Every last outcome of this encounter played in his head. Not many of them were good.

            “What brings you here, lord Ryan?” She spoke softly, but still with the confidence that only noblewoman possessed. He sighed and looked towards the garden. “I am researching the Sages. The olds ones, from the legends.”

            “Really? I would never have taken you for a scholar.” Ryan nodded meekly. “It was recently that I made the decision.” Elaine giggled again. “Well, at least you are honest. What have you found so far?” Ryan sighed again and rubbed his eyes. “Absolutely nothing. Most histories are conflicting and the children’s tales only tell of their battle against the Great Calamity. That’s it. No engravings, no hidden books, no journals: just fairytales and mixed reports.” Elaine motioned towards a bench. The two of them sat on opposite ends. The separation would imply to a passerby that there were no romantic intentions between them. Rumors spread like wildfire within the capital city. “Well, lord Ryan, if I may?”

            “Certainly, milady.”

            “It seems that you have your answer.”

            “Pardon?” She smiled and smoothed her dress. “Children are the most moldable of minds. Should they read a story, it will soon be told to them that it is false so that they do not go on believing in pixies and werewolves. Also, I believe that an amount of faith is required for any endeavor. It may be the wrong choice, but all the fairytales match, right?”

            “Yes…”

            “And all the histories conflict?”

            “Yes.”

            “Then it seems that you must take what you have learned by faith. After all, what is the worst that can happen?” Ryan thought to reply that he could lose his chance to study with Logan. Instead he found himself thanking the girl. He resigned to these three simple facts: she was right, he was out of time, and he was too tired to go back to studying. “If you will excuse me, lady Regale, I must be off. I must go and find my tutor before sunset.” He stood and bowed. She remained seated, but nodded towards him. “Lord Ryan, I wish you luck. May the gentle breeze soothe you on this quest.” Ryan smiled and turned to leave.

            The girl sat on the bench and clenched her fists. Very unladylike, but shows of anger frequented her. “That boy.” She smiled. Not a polite, courtly smile. This was a vicious and lustful smile. “So kind. So polite. So…innocent.” She unclenched her fists and began to wring her hands. “And so young too. A powerful mage, a dedicated scholar, and a right gentleman.” She let out an evil laugh. “Father must know of this at once.” An elderly man stepped from the shadows. He held a glass of water in one hand and a silver platter of fruit in the other. Following him was a young child, no older than ten, who carried a small bowl for the lady’s jewelry.

            “Milady; I believe it is time for us to be off.”

            “Yes Winston, I believe it is.” She reached up and pulled out her earrings and unclasped her necklace. “He didn’t even notice them. He did not even once comment.” Winston shrugged. “’Tis nothing we can do, milady. He seemed rather attentive though. He hung on every syllable.” The boy nodded. “Yes milady. He did, that he did. He couldn’t take his eyes away from yours.” She crouched down to be level with the boy. She put the jewels in the bowl and smiled at him. “I noticed that too, Ice.” Winston coughed and lowered the fruit to Elaine. “Your father has been informed both on Lord Mavericks…disappearance, as well as the arrival of this Lord Ryan. Seldr has been a thorn in the master’s side for some time now. Hopefully this will give him reason to remove it.”

            “Good. Thank you, Winston. And my dresses?”

            “Ah yes…” Winston pulled out a slip of paper after handing the glass to Ice. “It seems that the tailor could not mend the green one.” Elaine pouted. “The red one has been fixed, but the sleeves had to be removed.” She seemed fine with that remark. “What of the white one, Winston?”

            “Most of the blood has come out. There are a few pesky stains from the Maverick boy, but it should be taken out in a bit. We have a mage coming in to do it. No questions will be asked, and no report would be filed. The dress should be cleaned in about three days.” She nodded and stood. “Well then, we should be off. Father will want to see me.” She glanced over her shoulder and sighed longingly. “O Ryan…my sweet, sweet Ryan.” She lifted the hem of her dress and hurried off to meet her father.

*****

            Ryan raced towards the meeting place. Gobehyz sat watching the sun. He sat at the foot of what looked like a small shrine. It sounded more glorious when Logan talked about it. It had a quaint feel. It was a place of peace. A place of prayer. Ryan calmed himself with a breath. “Gobehyz?” Logan motioned next to him. Ryan sat and watched the sun. “Have you found the truth, Tolel?” Ryan nodded slowly. “I have.” Logan nodded as well but prodded no further. “I hope you learned the true lesson, Ryan.” He turned to look at him.

            “I gave you a task you could not complete. You see, I have the only book that has an accurate account.” He handed Ryan a small black book. “This is second book in a pair. Inside is the truth about the sages.”

            “Then, why did you ask me to…?” Gobehyz smiled. “What did you do when the despair set in? What did you do when your mind and body began to fail you?” Ryan nodded, understanding. “I sought to relax and unwind. I sought someone to converse with. This was to teach me not to bear my burdens alone, correct?”

            “Yes. That, and to find time to rest. You may have a lot of responsibilities, but knowing your limits is essential. Should you be pushing the limits in times of peace, it will cripple you in times of distress.” Ryan understood and reclined back on the steps. “Now that you mention it, I haven’t slept in a week.” Gobehyz laughed. He stood and lifted a travel bag over his shoulder. “You did well to find me, Tolel. Now then,” He opened a map, “Our next meeting point is going to be difficult to get to. I shall await you in Daylon, most likely in Zander’s Cove. I shall remain in Daylon for a year using the cove as my base. Shall I expect you there?”

            “Certainly.” Gobehyz gave a troubled smile. “So be it. I expect you to read the book I’ve given you. We will discuss that the next time we meet.” Ryan nodded and opened the front cover. The leather bent with ease. It felt soft and well worn. “Tolel.” There was a sense of urgency in his voice. “Not all is what it seems. That book…it has driven many to the point of insanity.” Ryan looked at him. “That is why it was split into three pieces. One was given to me, long, long ago. The other was given to the royal family of Col. The other, laid to rest in a demon forge.” Ryan sat up and glanced down at the pages of the book. “It is important that you never ever lose that book. Keep it safe, guard it with your life.”

            “How can you trust me with something so valuable, Gobehyz?”

            “While the truth is important, some of it is best left forgotten. Only when the time is right should such ugly truths resurface.” Logan left after giving that warning. Ryan stared fearfully at the book before him. To possess such secrets, what must be sacrificed? Ryan wondered this as he tucked it inside his breast pocket. He would go home and rest. Then, he would begin his studies.

*****

            Logan walked a good distance from the shrine and sighed. “Reveal yourself, specter.” There was a moment of silence. Following this, a strange figure rose from the ground. “I see. So you still live.” There was a wail of affirmation. The creature stepped forward and removed its mask. A pale white face met Gobehyz. “It has been far too long, wanderer.” Logan dropped his sack and faced the siren. “Very well, Plague, what do you want?” Plague laughed and crouched down. “I was told to take you alive. I am rather hungry though.” His thin lips parted, revealing a row of long, sharp teeth. His glassy black eyes followed Logan’s every move.

            “Heh…It has been a while since your last bout, has it not?”

            “What if it has?” The siren shot forward. Gobehyz took a step back and thrust a palm at Plague’s chest. The blow hit, but the monster kept pushing. Gobehyz did all he could to push back the monster, but to no avail. It snapped at him with the ferocity of an animal. When Logan flared his magic, the monster jumped back. It snarled a bit before charging its own magic. Gobehyz thought for a moment before releasing the charge. “You win. I won’t fight you.”

            “Aw…I wanted a repeat of our last battle.”

            “I’ll not fight you for another two hours.” Plague put his mask back on and put a hand on Gobehyz’ shoulder. “Alright, let us be off.” Both men melted into the earth and off to the Siren’s home.
 

Part 2 Chapter 1

Chapter 1

            Tyrell slouched against the wall as the barmaid brought another a drink. “Feeling alright, hon?” Tyrell looked over at her. She was looking at his stack of empty mugs. He acknowledged within himself that he had had too much to drink. Tyrell shook his head and brought a hand to his face. “No, not really.” He admitted through his hand. “I just lost a lot of my friends in a battle about a month ago.” The girl sat down next to him and began collecting his discarded cups. “How much is a lot?” She had an innocent way of asking that meant no real harm. However, it did to Tyrell. “All of ‘em. Down to the last man.” He downed his new drink in a single gulp.

            In the meanwhile, Alec was out doing any kind of work to earn a living. This day alone he had worked seven different jobs all across the capital city of Atlantis. He was lifting a box off the edge of a skiff when he saw it. A single green flare shot out over the walls and over the city center. With practiced dexterity and mechanical actions, all civilians evacuated the streets. All but Alec, who was sprinting down the empty streets to find Tyrell. He found him in the pub.

            “Tyrell, it’s happening!” The Aeon shook his head and waved an empty mug. “I know. I saw it too. But I’m-” He paused to thank the barmaid, “But I’m not getting involved.” He sighed contentedly after a sip. “I love this stuff. It is a special mead that Col makes out of peaches.” He leaned back and rest his boots on the table. “You know Alec,” Tyrell tapped his shoulder with his free hand, “Magic acts like alcohol. It gets in the blood and makes messes with yer mind. Only, instead of getting drunk, you get super strong. However, the two of them are always at odds. Different magics do different things.” Tyrell took another gulp. “So?” Alec asked.

            “Means when I get drunk, I lose control of my magic. Ya might want to stand back a bit.” Tyrell tossed the mug onto the table and put his arms behind his head. A soldier opened the door. “A flare misfired earlier today. Thank you for your cooperation; you may resume activity.” As soon as the soldier left, Tyrell jokingly slapped Alec. “See? False alarm. Get your act together, and calm down.”

            “But don’t you even care?” Tyrell paused. A look of sorrow crossed his face before the mead turned it to anger. “Do I even care? Am I the one looking to throw away my life in order to get revenge?” Tyrell jumped up and pushed Alec back. “Ivan was a father to me. Calvin was my brother. I am dealing with a whole lot more than you are, Alec.” Alec stumbled a bit and tried to speak. “Sheesh, getting rowdy this early?” Alec snapped to attention as General Norton walked in. The general gave the boy a questioning glance. “Sorry, sir. Reflexes.”

            “Well fix ‘em. I hate clockwork soldiers.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Sir Tyrell.” Tyrell nodded. “Or should I call you ‘The Necromancer’?” Tyrell looked around before speaking. “What do you want, Norton?” Norton actually smiled. That was the worst part. “Well, I was hoping you would be completely drunk by now. Sadly, I guess I need to deal with the both of you when sober.” The general then proceeded to down a flask of some unknown liquid. He shuddered afterward. “Now that I am intoxicated enough to deal with you people.” Norton reached into his pouch and handed Tyrell a letter sealed with Col’s Royal Insignia.

            “From the Emperor?” Tyrell nodded and motioned Alec to be quiet. He slowly opened it and glared at the paper. He sighed and folded it up neatly. Tyrell then returned the letter to its envelope and sealed the letter with magic. The wax seal melted, leaving the imprint of Tyrell’s thumb. He then returned the letter to Norton. “Let us be done with this.” Norton sighed and shook his head. “I hate stubborn people.” He took another swig from his flask. “That’s some good stuff.” He wiped his mouth. “Alright, follow me.” The General lead the way through the city. Alec began speaking with Tyrell as they approached the castle. “What was the letter about?”

            “None of your business, Alec.” Tyrell said. “C’mon, Tyrell! I want to know.” Tyrell just shook his head. “It had nothing to do with you. So drop it.” Tyrell kept pace with Norton. Alec began to mull over what the letter could have been. “Was it a request for help?”

            “No.”

            “A job?”

            “No.”

            “A commendation?”

            “I’m being indicted, Alec.” The boy looked at Tyrell oddly. “What does that mean?” Tyrell looked over his shoulder at him. “Means I’m getting arrested. Now quiet, or they will get you too.” Alec put his hand on his sword. “Then run! We can get away from Norton easily.”

            “Ain’t just him, kid.” Tyrell pointed up to the rooftops, into the alleyways, and into the crowds in the market place. “Thirty-two in all, if I’m not mistaken.”

            “Forty, actually.” Norton said. “You forgot the attack dogs. I hate those mutts, but they count on the battlefield.” Tyrell took a second look and noted the hounds. This elicited a laugh from the mercenary. “I wonder what’s got the emperor all excited? Did he think I would put up a fight?” Norton laughed along with him. “Right?” The two laughed. “It’s almost as if he’s inviting the most dangerous man in Col to his palace.” Norton said. To continue his sarcasm, he laughed some more before yelling. “I doubled, tripled, then quadrupled the amount of soldiers I was going to bring. He may fear you, but I still hate you.”

            “And that means what to me?”

            “If I had my way, I’d ‘ave spiked your drinks. All of ‘em. With different poisons. Maybe even had the barmaid stab you a few times.” Alec jumped in front of Norton. His focus began glowing. “I’ll not stand for your disrespect!” A look of boredom filled Norton’s face. Alec drew Manah. “Put that toy away before you hurt yourself.” Alec grit his teeth and rushed forward. In a flash of steel and light, both parties had swung their weapons. Alec’s blade met Norton’s gauntlet, and Alec was sent flying. “Filthy mages. You think that you can just, walk all over us ungifted, huh?” Alec struggled to his feet. “I’ll say it once more, because I hate repeating myself. Put that sword away, mage, before I break your ribs.” Alec opened his mouth slightly. “All of them.” Alec closed his jaw and growled. “I thought so.” A few soldiers arrived to further accompany Norton. And all of them surrounded Alec.

            At the stairs of the castle, the Royal Guard took over. It only took one man. Something about his presence was terrifying enough to cripple Alec with fear. Once in the lobby, Tyrell and Alec were led forward towards the throne room. “Welcome to your courtroom. Try not to grovel too loudly.” The doors swung open, revealing three people seated on three thrones. The royal family sat perfectly still. Each had a look of distain on his or her face. The queen sat on a small side throne to the Emperor’s right. She was a frail looking woman with dark brown hair. Her features were sickly, but still had an air of elegance and of authority.

            On the emperor’s left sat Princess Chrystal. She had her mother’s dark hair and green eyes, but her complexion was healthier. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore a tiara. To further the similarities with her mother, they both toyed with the same cuff of their blue dresses in the same way. As the General entered the room, she stood and curtsied. Her father put a hand on her shoulder. The touch was fatherly, gentle, but it got the message across. She sat. Then the ruler stood himself.

            “Convict Tyrell: you stand before Emperor Rickard Col the Third. Have you prepared yourself?” Tyrell nodded. “Yes, your majesty.” The man that bellowed across the chamber was a person of average build. He was much older than Tyrell looked. His hair had much more grey than black and his eyes had faded to gray-brown. He stood shorter than his wife, and was probably shorter than Alec. He wore a pair of dark trousers and a plain white shirt. Over that, he wore ceremonial armor and his royal robes. At his side hung both of Col’s Imperial Arms: Excalibur and Euroclydon. These weapons were both magical swords used by the first Emperor of Col when he united the land.

            “And who is this?” Alec gave his name. “Did I give you permission to speak?” The emperor asked. He then commanded that Alec kneel. “I refuse.” Norton punched him in the chest. “Hold! Please your majesty, forgive his indiscretion. This is my trial, not his.” Tyrell dropped to both knees. “I am prepared.” Alec finally dropped to his knee and glared at the Emperor. “Very well. I will forgive. Now then,” The sat and pointed to Tyrell, “You stand accused. Know ye of your crimes?” Tyrell nodded. “Yes sir.” Was his somber reply. Norton nodded and handed the emperor the letter. “I see you sealed it.”

            “I had no intention of coming in chains. I will be civil about this matter.” Alec glanced at Tyrell. It was like he had become a different person. Tyrell was no longer a gruff mercenary. He was talking like he was a senator or some noble. “Very well. Then I shall pass my judgement.” He called for his scepter. A servant rushed from outside, bearing the staff. The brass cane, the scepter, was topped with a perfectly spherical green emerald. “By my authority as Emperor, I have reached my verdict. Are you ready to receive your judgement, Tyrell the Necromancer?” Tyrell nodded. “Yes, milord. I await.” All was still in the room.

            “I hereby sentence thee to death.” Norton stood behind Tyrell and drew his sword. “At your order, your majesty.” Alec jumped up and cried out. “How is this justice?” A royal guard reached out and grabbed Alec. He thrust the boy to his knees and held a blade to his throat. “Last straw, Mercenary.”      

            “Hold, soldier.” Norton said and nodded towards the Emperor. “You will not defy my judgements, boy.” The emperor said. “I am not some lax ruler. Obey me and show me due reverence or die by my hand.”

            “But I –” His complaint was cut short by a light prod with the tip of a sword. “This is my land. My judgements are final. My rulings are law. This country is my church and I am its god.” Alec grumbled. “Yes, your majesty.” Rickard took a deep breath and composed himself. “Guardsman, the boy shall keep his life for now. As for you, Tyrell, I have some grave news for you.” Tyrell looked up. “My son was at your first trial. His judgement and mine condemned you. He has, however, perished against the rebel forces. Now, another second is needed to condemn you.” Tyrell grimaced as Chrystal rose from her throne. “Convict Tyrell; The law states that a necromancer may have up to two hours to flee from this place before his death is ordered. Should I condemn you, shall you flee?”

            “No, your highness. I am done fleeing. Should you choose, I shall not run.” Tyrell sounded as old as he looked. Alec tried to say something, but the sword was pushed further against his throat. “Then I am ready to issue my judgement. Mother?” The queen nodded and spoke from her chair. “I shall echo my daughter’s judgement.” The two woman exchanged nodded before facing the convicts.

            “By my authority, I declare that Tyrell the Necromancer be acquitted of his crimes.” Tyrell kept his head bowed, but breathed a sigh of relief. “So long,” She continued. Alec and Tyrell gave each other looks of fear as she kept speaking. “So long as he lends his power to Col against the rebels. If he refuses, then I mark him for death.” Norton smirked behind Tyrell’s back. Rickard stamped the floor with his scepter. “My second has spoken. Her judgement shall hold fast. Do you accept this judgement, necromancer?”

            Tyrell leaned forward and put his hands on the ground before the emperor. “As my lady commands, so shall I do. From henceforth, I shall serve as a soldier in your forces. May my life bring you victory.”

            “Then it is decided. Tyrell the Necromancer, you shall fill rebel Xander’s position as Gran Magus of the Royal army until the conflict is resolved. Glory to Col.” Norton put his sword away. In a booming voice he spoke the words of the oath. “Glory to Col, and life to her Emperor!” Every soldier in the room chanted this as Tyrell slowly rose to his feet. He snapped his feet together and put his left arm to his side. He then rose his right hand to a Col salute. He took a deep breath. “Glory to Col, and life to her Emperor.” He spun on his heels and marched out of the hall.