-Knight of Eon-
Chapter 1:
The gray clouds cascade over the darkness of night as the shimmering light from the moon parts the stars and shines into the window of Hyran, lord of Vandex, his sword by his bed as to say that he is watching, waiting for that moment when the army of Gasadas bombards the castle walls with thousands upon thousands of men.
Sir Hyran, arise the King of Ramuh is here and he awaits your arrival. said a maiden. Tell him I am busy and to come another time! stated Hyran with deep emotion. But sir he has traveled many miles t Silence go now and do as I bid, said Hyran in anger. In the background you could hear the door to the chamber close as to say that without authority the world would fall on all fours and bow to the insanity of civilization.
Hyran stood and walked to the study, as a lone figure striding softly toward the distant light. Walking unheard, his footfalls were sucked into the vast darkness all around him. Hyran indulged in a rare flight of fancy as he glanced at the seemingly endless rows of books and scrolls that were part of the history of this world. Hyran picked up a book and gazed at the cover. On the cover stood a man, the dark waters of time swirled about the mans black robes, carrying him and those with him forward though the years. As Hyran gazed at this philosophical picture he thought long and hard. His life was so much like the cover of this token of time. He opened the book and inside was the dreadful story of the Basils War. He silently read the preamble to himself.
Centuries of hatred and misunderstanding between Gasadas and the Knights of Eon poured red blood upon the plains that day corpse upon corpse spread for miles. Victory became meaningless, an object no one sought. To avenge wrongs committed long ago by ancestors long since dead was the aim of both sides. To kill and kill and kill again, this was the Basils War.
His soul was furious with anger and his heart cried tears of pain deep within himself. He slowly closed the book and laid it down with udder perplexity as to how could his ancestors fight for something so foolish. Those bastards spread the blood of their own kind for the title of victory, and for what, to realize that the darkness that so intently took over their soul was laughing at them from within. Hyran calmly stepped toward the immense pane window and saw the maiden escorting the King out to his horse and carriage. That imprudent king considers that since he is my uncle that he can come in here and take this castle over after my father, his brother, work so hard to give it to me. Fools arguing, fighting trying to get their hands on every piece of me until I fall like my father and entrust in their every whim until the soul that makes me, me sis to exist! said Hyran with annoyed, emotional anger. Falling to his hands and knees with so much rage build inside him, his eyes turned to colossal flames, and then fading to sorrow till tears fell from his eyes like flowing water from a fall into a vast limitless pit of pain and misery. Hyran rose and wiped the tears from his eyes. He stood near the pane window and watched as the carriage rode off. The maiden that had once stood before him now walked through the drawbridge of the castle.
Swiftly Hyran took the hood of his white robe into his hands and pulled it over his bald head. Then like a monk running of to warn someone that somewhere something was coming to conquer the beloved home he existed in he scurried down the stairs to meet the maiden.
Maiden fetch my horse and sword I am heading to the Forgeth Tower in Sansabar. said Hyran hurriedly. Butbut sir I have nnether touched or fetched a horse in my whole entire life. Spoke the maiden with fear. What? You think just because you have never touched a horse that your hands will decompose like an apples core after begin tossed into the sun by a kid with a flair for littering, This castle was fabricated by the very existents of first timers and without them the walls would collapse down and kill us all. But now we hear the four letter word work, that broke the backs of our ancestors and we scamper away like mice! said Hyran in a harsh tone. Sharp words rose to the maidens lips, but she bit her tongue and stopped their utterance, knowing she would regret them later. She turned her humiliated head and hurried to the stables. Sir Vex, noble Lance of Eon, you well be the administrator of this castle while I am away. stated Hyran with bliss. Thank you sir! said Vex with exhilaration. But sir may I ask as to what dealings you have in Sansabar. I am off to see the Highest Cleric in the land and for what you might affix we will speak of nothing but my dream, spoke Hyran with indulgence.
Athevin, righteous elf of Quartur, has rode for miles upon miles to return to his hometown. He had been riding since daybreak every bone in his 49 nothing of a body ached from the tips of his toes to the ends of his pointy ears. As Athevin untied his cape to put it away he heard a rustling to his left. Suddenly his, baby blue, eyes left the path he was traveling and glanced to his side to make him grasp that he was roaming with the company of another. Since Athevin was in such profound, endless thought he had forgotten all about the existence of his dark haired, male, druid friend, Darlice. This massively tall and robust druid was one from a distant land neither heard nor voiced in Quartur. Darlice was a war hero in many of a town, people would hold celebrations if they just got to touch him. Athevin was proud to say he was the friend of such a righteous druid. Promptly Darlice spoke with a commanding tone, Supposeone was to say Cada Shhh! said Athevin while his stern face frowned and his hand formed a sign with the resemblance with a cross to warn off evil. Athevin spoke with vigilance, if one was so hasty as to sayit, then he or she shall burn in the pits of hell! Darlice sneered and said, Oh, well dont say it then. That is nothing to snicker at, stated Athevin with a grim look on his face, you are playing with peoples lives, spoke Athevin with anger. Relax, Athevin I am teasing, you know if I was so foolish enough to say that to you and mean it thenthen I shall burn in hell as well, said Darlice as he closed one eye and looked around to make sure no flames from hell where to come up out of the ground. Calmly Athevin looked at Darlice and they began to chuckle. So, Athevin if my hometown, even heard in your origin, is pure evil, why do you ramble this lonesome road with me? asked Darlice with a query look on his face. Because my friend, said Athevin, An old man once said, Many of men have killed blood in battle, but sent home on their steed, family is one with thee. Darlice beamed with massive confusion, but I am neither your kin nor your keeper. Athevin took the rains of his horse in his hands and grinned, Blood is whom you wish it to be. They picked up their speed and headed for Quartur. It is a long haul but we should make it by night fall, said Athevin.
None slept in Tyhalnes that night. The storm increased in fury until it seemed it must destroy everything in its path. The winds potency was like the deadly wail of banshee, piercing even the continuous crashing of the thunder. Fractured lighting danced among the streets, the trees exploded at its fiery touch. Hail rattled and bounced among the streets, knocking bricks and stones from houses, shattering the thickest glass, allowing the wind and rain to rush into homes like savage vanquishers.
Hyran thought to himself:
Thy time is thy own
Though across it you travel.
Its expanses you see whirling through forever,
Obstruct not its flow
Grasp firmly the end and the beginning.
His father told him these words before he died and as Hyran traveled through the city of Tyhalnes, on his way to Sansabar, he thought of these words. Rapidly, Hyran turned his head, to see this village of immeasurable destruction, and noticed that he was being followed. Hyran knew who dared pursue a grand and noble warrior like himself. Beatrix! spoke Hyran softly to himself. Beatrix, a self proclaimed bandit, had been lurking in his shadows for days without discernment. Beatrrrrix come out of the darkness and show youre feeble, wet behind the ears excuse for a bandit, face, spoke Hyran with a demonic smirk. Well, well the great king Hyran has caught on to the wistful Beatrix of Sansabar, said Beatrix while stepping into the faint beam of day, and to what juncture do I oblige this respect. Hyran grinned and turned to face Beatrix, So Kujait has put a bounty on my head and you have come to collect your reward. Beatrix stepped closer and with a dazed look said, that he has, but sir Hyran you mistake me for someone else, I do not kill for the bounty, Beatrix paused, sneered, and remarked, I do it for the fun! Swiftly, the two warriors pulled their swords and paused, like a break in space their eyes meet face to face with giant physical and mental ability they began to fight. Hyran raised his sword with great keen potential and dropped it onto Beatrixs sword with severe velocity. Beatrix reared back she had never felt so much anger on a blade before it was as the sword Hyran held in his hand was a character of his emotion good and bad. Hyran why so much anger, said Beatrix, now I know why every barbarian you have faced has falling to their death. They were not prepared for so much power. Beatrix pulled back her sword and placed it in the holder. I myself, as great and dominant as I am, are not ready to face you, said Beatrix with sorrow in her eyes. Beatrix turned and walked away understanding more about Hyran than he knows about himself.
