PROLOGUE

T he world known as Paks is controlled by humans, but it was not always that way.

In ancient times Paks was a much different place. The world was abounding with magic and wonder. Three magical races, the Ignati, the Aerii and the Tellurians: known as the Magi, ruled over the land. The air was crisper, the sky was brighter; blue with the slightest hint of yellow, and the sounds of nature were heard no matter if you were walking through the dense foliage of the Shroud Forest or the vast sands of the Southern Desert. The blackness of night was illuminated by Paks’ moons, the Three Guardians, known as Vala, Tula and Sola; raining a reddish hue across the land. This was known as the Emerald Ages. This was the age of the Magi.

The Three Magi used the flow of natural energy through Paks to control and use magic. By drawing that natural energy into their bodies they could manipulate it and expel it in any way they deemed fit. Each of the Magi was able to manipulate this energy in to a specific form. The Aerii, the Masters of the Sky, created wind through this energy, granting them incredible power. Using this power, an Aerious could topple houses, castles and mountains. The power of wind could crush, raze and slice through any object. They rode giant Eagles into battle like horses, summoning their powers from far above the heads of their enemies. Similar in form to a human, they were beautiful examples of why the Emerald Ages where such a wondrous time. Their hair mirrored the light blue hue of the Paksian sky and their movements were reminiscent of the Verturian Flatland Deer, an animal whose grace was unmatched by all other Paksian creatures. Like the eagles they rode, their bodies were light and sleek, a trait advantageous to a sky-bound warrior.

Able to produce fire, the Ignati were the most powerful of the three. Their physical features were as sharp and striking as the power they produced. Jet black hair was contrasted by the deep red of their eyes, changed over centuries of flaming energy flowing through their bodies. Burning anything in their path, there were none that could stand against them. Said to have been created in the beginning by the Almighty; Ignati were immortal beings. Their one weakness lay in their inability to have children. Some say this made them stronger, but I believe the bond of family can only strengthen one’s heart.

Not every Magi was considered a shining example of peace. The Tellurians were the only grotesque impurity on the gem that was the Emerald Ages. Their power was simple, but strong. Instead of changing the natural energy into a different form, they focused it and sent it straight back to where it came from; nature. They controlled nature itself, from the great Everwood Trees down to the bare soil of Paks itself. Even their bodies looked as if they crawled from the deepest regions of Paks’ earth. Though they were human in shape, a Tellurian’s skin was like deep brown scales and as rough as the bark of the Holicone trees. At birth, a Tellurian was given the ability to transform into another living creature, be it a bird, a fish or a wild dog. There was one Tellurian that was given an even more amazing transformation ability. The Tellurians took the birth of this Magi as a sign from the Almighty that it was finally time for them to rise from the soil and take control. The next thirty-five years were known as the Magi Wars.

For decades the monstrous Tellurians crusaded across the land shouting their prophet’s name with zealous fury. From a young age, this Tellurian absorbed this religious fanaticism and thus saw himself as a god. This child deity was perfectly aware of his power over his people and he cultivated that power in order to fulfill his prophecy. He threw his people headlong into the fire and wind that stood in his way.

In order to stop the tireless onslaught of the Tellurians, the Ignati and Aerii banded together. The Tellurians’ numbers were great, and even the combined deadliness of fire and wind could barely cut through the armor created by the Tellurians’ religious fervor. Each side was ground to dust over the bloody decades to such a point that it was unclear if there would be a single soul left.

We humans, who at this time were just simple creatures eking out a meager existence on Paks, were caught in the middle of this deadly feud. Unable to feel the flow of natural energy, we were bound to an un-magical world and thus ignored by the more powerful Magi. What we lacked in magic, we made up for with ingenuity and a desire to stay alive. In order to protect ourselves from the hurricane of magical energy flowing through Paks during those times, we created a weapon. This weapon had such a power that it could stand against the strongest of the Magi.

Before we could use this weapon against the Tellurians, the war came to a sudden end. It was said that both sides fought till the final two souls remained, and with their last ounce of strength they both fell. No Magi has been seen in the land of Paks since. We were free to build our empire. The Emerald Ages were over. The natural energy that flowed through Paks was still there, but there was no one left to feel it. The air wasn’t as crisp, the bright sky faded and the sounds of nature were so faint that you had to stand perfectly still just to hear the chirp of a cricket. It seemed that the natural world of Paks went into a deep slumber; waiting for the time when the Magi would come again.

-Excerpt from "Chronicles of the Emerald Ages", by Alexander Pierson, 1st Chief Historian of the Valorian Historical Society.

The world known as Paks is controlled by humans; but there are some that believe it is time for a change.

1

B ishop Kaiser was running. From what he was unsure, but he was running. Like a frightened prey running from the wild predator, Bishop stumbled as he sprinted through the foggy trees. Fresh blood dripped from the cut above his left eye and sweat poured down his face, spreading the blood and preventing the wound from closing.

The forest floor was riddled with roots from the ancient Gregormores and the mist made it hard to see more than a few feet in front of him. Bishop did not know what was chasing him, but after what he had just witnessed, he knew the only thing he could do was run. Fighting back was not an option. It was as if the forest itself was coming after him. There were no footsteps following him, no panting breaths behind him, but he knew they were there. Tirelessly in pursuit, the predator was not letting this prey get out of its sight.

Bishop did not know how much longer he could keep up this suicidal pace, but he knew what the alternative was. The mist began to clear and he briefly felt a slight breeze touch his face. As quickly as Bishop was running, he quickly came to a stop. He watched as debris from under his feet tumbled over the edge of the cliff in front of him. Even with the danger behind him, Bishop did not think leaping from a cliff was a reasonable escape from the pain that was sure to ensue when his enemy found him. Or maybe it was.

Knowing that it was all over, Bishop brushed off his coat and turned to face his attackers. Even in the face of death, the Supreme Regis must not show fear. The blood from his eye had begun to stain the collar of his uniform, and his sweat had soaked through his outer coat. His coat was so torn and bloodied from the chase that he removed it, throwing it over the edge.

What good was it now? he thought.

He closed his eyes and breathed, trying to calm himself, but it was no use. One cannot truly be calm with the knowledge that they are about to die. He drew his sword and waited. The sword was more for show. There was no part of him anymore that believed that he could fight back and survive. It frightened him that he had completely lost the courage to fight.

The forest was quiet. Not a single sound could be heard as Bishop intently waited, but he knew they were out there. Suddenly, there was a rustle, and out of the mist sprang a wolf. Its silvery gray fur was rigid with anger as it came sliding to a halt in front of Bishop. As if examining his prey before the kill, it paced back and forth without averting its piercing gaze from Bishops stoic eyes. It let out a long melodic howl. Such a howl would make any man cower in fear, but at the moment, Bishop had no more reason to fear. He was more at a loss; wondering what the wolf was doing. Was it alerting the rest of the pack? How many more were there? Bishop wondered.

What came though did not have fur, nor did it alert its arrival with the sound of footsteps. There was just the slight sound of wing beats and a crow, the color of deep endless black, softly landed on the head of the wolf. Bishop’s confusion made his calm outer appearance waver. His forehead, which was just recently dried, began to moisten again with the return of fear. Bishop, though, was royalty and had spent many years learning how to keep a dignified and fearless appearance, even under horrifying circumstances.

Three more wolves came through the fog and stopped just behind the other. The crow turned its head as if to acknowledge the arrival of the wolves. It gave a soft caw and the four wolves coiled in preparation to attack. Then, a bellowing human voice came through the mist, Not yet, Corvus!

The sound of a familiar, discernible voice calmed, yet terrified, Bishop. The voice was human, but what came out of the trees was far from it. It walked on two legs surely, but its skin was that of rough brown scales. These scales protruded slightly, almost like feathers, and its frame was slim yet had a powerful look to it. Staring right at Bishop as it talked, the creature spoke with a royal tone and a slight Brivan accent. In fact it sounded remarkably similar to him and it was frightening. How many times must I tell you Corvus, this one must stay alive… for now, the creature said, staring intently at Bishop.

Bishop’s mind was reeling. His face showed nothing but calm, but he was far from it.

Speechless, Your Highness? I do not blame you, said the creature.

Stuttering slightly, Bishop forced himself to speak. Who are you? What are you?

The creature smiled at Bishop’s obvious fear and confusion. I am disappointed. I would think that the Supreme Regis would be a bit more educated. Did you nap through your history lessons? Did your father not tell you any bed time stories?

The creature turned back to the wolves and the crow. The crow fluttered its wings and lifted off from the head of the wolf. As it hovered there in midair something happened. The crow began to glow ever so slightly, and its shape began to change. It began to grow and its wings lengthened. Its short boney legs became longer and more pronounced. Its feathers shortened and became thicker; hard to the touch. It then fell lightly onto the ground, pushed off from its knees and came to full height. As if it had been cramped in a small space for too long, it shook itself loose. Bishop, astounded, looked back at the first creature.

Have you finally figured it out, or do I need to show you another example? the first creature said to Bishop.

Bishop knew what they were, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it. He remembered hearing about them in stories and legends. They couldn’t possibly be here, in front of him. You are Tellurians, he said, almost in a whisper.

Smiling with a haunting grin, the first creature laughed slightly and clapped with an obvious ironic undertone. Bravo, Your Highness. Bravo. I knew that you were not a complete fool.

The rest of the wolves all transformed as well, and now Bishop was surrounded by the devilish looking creatures. The creature that was originally in the form of a crow took a few steps forward.

Can we not finish this, Master? I smell his fear and it delights me.

The first creature held up a cautious hand. Not yet, Corvus. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time. I do not want to rush it. It turned back to Bishop; the smile gone from its face. You have many questions, I can tell. You are probably wondering how we could possibly be here.

You’re all supposed to be gone. Dead after the Magi Wars, Bishop blurted, cutting the creature off.

That is where you are wrong. You humans, out of fear, made up lies to cover up the truth. We were never dead; just in hiding.

Bishop began to relax slightly. Now knowing who his pursuer was caused his fear to begin to mitigate, but he knew he was still in grave danger. He felt his desire to live rush back into him and he began to look for a way out. Hiding from what? he said, trying to stall for time.

The Tellurian, Corvus, angered by the comment, lunged towards Bishop. Corvus!! the second creature yelled. I said calm yourself!

But Grand Master, Corvus pleaded angrily.

In an attempt at confidence and to get his foe off guard Bishop smiled. Grand Master. That is an interesting name. Is that your title? Are you leader for these creatures?

The Grand Master began to show some annoyance at his overzealous counterpart. He took a few steps towards Bishop, forcing him closer to the cliff. Now about ten yards away, the Grand Master spoke with complete seriousness. My name is of no importance to you, human; not where you are going. And we were not hiding from someone or something, but rather waiting in secret for a particular moment. It was been centuries, but it will be our time once again.

Attempting to hold his ground and keep his new found confidence Bishop spoke with a royal, heavy tone. So you are here to kill me? Why wait such a long time for such a minuscule act such as this? You will accomplish nothing from my death.

Ha! The Grand Master laughed boisterously. The ground seemed to shake slightly. The rest of the Tellurians also laughed. We have not waited, in secret, for the past five hundred years just to kill you. The Grand Master walked forward and stood within a step of Bishop. Bishop held his ground as the Grand Master looked down on him from his seven foot frame. He was so close Bishop could feel the heat from his breath as he spoke. Killing you would accomplish nothing, we know. Do not take us for fools. Another one of you humans will just take your place.

Whatever you intend to do, you will not succeed. We humans are not as weak as we once were, Bishop asserted.

I know Your Highness. I am counting on it.

After a short second of contemplation, You are after the throne, responded Bishop. There was a hint of question in his response. You intend to supplant me. But how?

I have my ways, human. That is of no concern to you, though. As he spoke, the Grand Master lifted a hand and some small sticks rose from the forest floor. He tensed his arm and the outer layers of the sticks exploded away, leaving long sharp needles of wood. Corvus, would you do the honors?

Corvus walked forward with a devilish grin. Without averting his eyes from Bishop, Corvus reached out and snatched the needles. Bishop grabbed the hilt of his sword, ready to draw if necessary. Corvus took the needles and licked them, sticking his tongue out like a reptile. He handed the needles back to the Grand Master and took a step back.

You see, even if we kill you, because of me you will live on, said the Grand Master as he looked at the needles in his hand. Then, without warning, he threw the needles at Bishop with tremendous speed.

Bishop quickly drew his sword and expertly sliced the first two needles in two fluid motions, but the third struck him in the chest. He gasped for air and his eyes widened in shock. He dropped his sword and pulled the needle out. As his vision began to blur he looked up the Grand Master standing there smiling.

Bishop stumbled backwards towards the cliff edge. He tried to summon the strength to stay standing, but his life was quickly draining from him. He stumbled again, but this time his foot caught a rock and he fell backwards. Corvus reached forward to try to stop him, but Bishop fell out over the edge.

To Bishop it felt like he was falling through water, time slowing all around him. A rush of wind blew up from the valley below, rustling his clothing as he fell and the mist swirled around him. The blurred forms of the Tellurians began to disappear from sight as he fell. His mind went blank as he stared up towards the sky. The final thing he saw was Corvus’ face peering at him as he fell; a look of fear on the Tellurian’s face.

The Grand Master walked up to the edge and looked over at the fog covered valley below. He looked over towards Corvus. Find him. Confirm that he is dead.

But Master, There is no way that he is alive, stuttered Corvus; obviously fearing an angry retaliation from his master. Not even a Magi could survive such a fall.

Find him!

Corvus quickly took a few steps and jumped off the cliff, transformed, and flew away into the blackness.

Sir, there are two humans approaching, said one of the wolf Tellurians. It seems they were following the Supreme Regis.

The Grand Master stood silently for a few seconds, still looking into the fog. Let them come. We can use them. He turned back towards the other Tellurians. Leave. Go and tell the others that it has been done. We head for Valoria.

The Tellurian nodded and all of the creatures transformed back into their wolf forms and ran off into the forest. The Grand Master again turned and continued looking into the shrouded valley below. His eyes suddenly flashed a human-like dark blue as they peered through the mist.

2

One Month Earlier

T rumpets were sounding in the streets of Valoria. The capital city of Briva was full of noise and jubilation. A parade was being thrown for the coronation of the new Supreme Regis. Large, colorful floats carrying dozens of family and friends of the royal family, along with a number of royal servants, rolled down the cobblestone pavement, pulled by majestic Brivan Horses. The street leading up to the palace walls, large enough to have a legion of the Valor Forces march through it, was flooded with people to see the historic moment. Citizens were throwing paper confetti down onto the floats from high windows in the stone buildings along the parade path. Like snow, the confetti clung to people’s hair.

Bishop Kaiser rode in the lead float, waving to his crazed Valorians. The coronation ceremony was finished and Bishop was now the Supreme Regis of Paks, so he had to look like a supreme ruler. He stood erect and strong, head held high, with a warm smile that made all Valorian women melt. His full length coat was made from Herousian leather, green with accents of gray, and lined with the dark grey fur of the Short Haired Mountain Fox. A bust of the legendary Hym’Shailan Dragon, part of the Kaiser family crest, was embroidered on the right breast of the coat. Dark blue eyes shone out brightly above a broad white smile and under a sharply cut head of ash blonde hair. The young Lady Kara sat in a throne just beside Bishop. She enjoyed watching her husband absorb the cheers of the crowd.

Soldiers were forced to hold back the crowd as citizens tried to force themselves through in an attempt to get near the new leader. On a lower tier of the float stood Farren Kaiser, Bishop’s younger brother; a boy of sixteen. Farren was grinning from ear to ear as he watched the screaming people. He ran up and down the sides of the float waving to every man, woman and child, not able to keep himself still. He looked up at Bishop, who looked down at him and winked.

The float came to a halt at the base of the gate stairs. The stairs were so high that one could not even see the top of the wall surrounding the palace grounds from the base. They were built to force anyone paying homage to the Supreme Regis to walk the hundreds of steps and drop to their knees in exhaustion.

Bishop turned to the crowd and raised his hands to ask for silence. The chaotic sounds of the city instantly hushed, eagerly waiting for the Regis to speak. I stand before you today not as your Prince, but as your Regis. The untimely death of my father and mother was a travesty not just to my brother and me, but all of Paks. He paused slightly as an image of his parents flashed in his mind. But we can no longer dwell in the past. The best way to honor them is to carry on with our heads held high and our hearts at true peace.

Every citizen was so engrossed in the speech that there wasn’t an eye that blinked or a mouth that took a breath. Bishop again paused, finding it difficult to speak of his late parents. Lady Kara stood and placed her hand on his back, reassuring him. He turned and smiled at his beautiful wife. Taking a deep breath he continued. My father was a great Regis, and as a person there was none better, but I will assure you that I will do everything in my power to be even greater than he was. My father saw an amazing future for Paks, and now it is my job to see that we achieve it. I leave you now with the salute that my father created. Bishop stood straight and moved his right hand from his left arm, to his forehead and then to his heart. Strength of arm, strength of mind, strength of heart, he said. Everyone in the crowd saluted as well.

Bishop than turned and ushered Kara back to their thrones. Once Bishop turned, the crowd again erupted in chaos. Farren climbed back to the top of the float and sat next to Bishop and smiled. They love you brother, Farren said.

So easily they all forget the past. It’s as if father and mother never existed. Bishop continued to look out at the crowd.

Farren’s smile faded slightly, but he held a reassuring look. That’s not true brother. They just choose to look to the future rather than be saddened by the past.

Bishop looked down at Farren and cracked a small smile. He put his hand on Farren’s head, marring the teenager’s wavy blonde locks.

I do miss them, though, added Farren. I wish they were here to see us.

So do I. But they will always be with us, Farren; don’t you worry. And, don’t forget, we still have each other. Nothing can stop us, as long as we are together.

The two brothers smiled at each other and, for just a moment, they had forgotten about the death of their parents. For a moment, the future did not seem so uncertain and terrifying.

Several servants came running up next to the float with a palanquin, waiting to carry Bishop and his Lady up the stairs to the palace. Bishop looked down and held out a disapproving hand. We will walk, thank you, he said.

He stepped down from the float and held out a hand to assist Kara. Farren leapt down from the side. Farren turned to start running up the long stairs.

Pace yourself Farren, it’s a long way, warned Bishop.

Farren turned, continuing to back pedal. Don’t worry brother; running is what I do best.

The sun was just peaking above the horizon as the shops of Valoria awakened. In the day time, Valoria was a hub of trade and commerce. Many traders came from all around Briva, as well as the outer sects of Fera and Layalta, to sell their goods in the capital city. Products such as exotic fruits from the Lusai Jungle near Caradice and soft Loci Tiger furs from the north were among the most precious goods being bartered and haggled for. The fruits, only found in the small remote jungle, were delicacies because of their sweet taste and supposed life extending abilities. The white and black spotted furs were worn by only the wealthiest of nobles because the Loci Tigers were extremely difficult to track and kill in the menacing frozen mountains.

Small wooden stands were erected in the crowded streets in front of the stone buildings to display the goods. Colorful cloth awnings covered the stands to not only attract customers but also to protect the goods from the beating sun. The mix of worldly aromas was an attack on the senses. The mix of citrus, cinnamon and other spices was almost disorienting. Anything you could want and desire could be purchased in the bazaar, but at a price.

Many citizens tried to arrive at the shops early, to avoid the largest crowds, but there truly was never a time when the streets were not bustling. Besides, when the crowds began to thicken, the shouts of bartering and the sounds of foreign musical instruments could be heard far across the city, and none could sleep. The eager customers were shoulder to shoulder as they walked to each stand, trying to find the best deals. Confrontations often broke out over prices, or the occasional theft. The thievery was limited, though, and could often be traced back to the same source.

Reme Tepal wandered through the crowd, but showed little interest in the array of goods around him. As he pushed his slender, young frame through the throng, an opening appeared and he tried to squirm his way through it. The crowd closed in and he bumped shoulders, falling to the ground. He looked up to see a plump Dash Hariton standing above him.

Watch where you are going there pipsqueak, barked Dash.

Reme slowly rose to his feet and dusted himself off. Dash was about Reme’s age, but of far different physical proportions. While they were both fairly short, Dash frequented the food carts in the bazaar, giving him a rounder frame. Sorry fatty. I didn’t have enough time to make the long journey around your waist line, countered Reme.

Dash stepped up to Reme and bumped him with his belly. Sorry, but I do not think I heard you correctly. What did you just call me?

Stumbling slightly from the bump, Reme regained himself and got into Dash’s face. So, you’re fat and dumb, quite the unfortunate combination.

Dash was at a loss and could not find the words to form a comeback to the sharp-tongued Reme.

Their confrontation had begun to draw some attention and a small circle of people had formed around the duo. Not knowing what to say, Dash resorted to being physical, shoving Reme. Shouts began to erupt from the observers cheering each one on as they started to fight. The commotion attracted the attention of a store owner nearby.

Hey hey hey! Cut it out you two, yelled Frank, as the store owner shoved his way through the crowd to the two boys. He pulled Reme off of Dash to stop the brawl. Reme was still kicking and screaming as Frank lifted him away. Knock it off. You two are distracting my customers. I am getting sick of your rough housing around here. Do not make me get a patrolman over here again.

Let go of me old man! yelled Reme.

Farren, who had been observing from a side alley, snuck into Frank’s now vacant stand. The stand had an array of jewelry from necklaces and bracelets studded with precious jewels, to metal rings. Farren snuck into the stand with one specific necklace in mind. He did not waste time browsing through the piles of jewels contemplating his decision; he knew what he wanted.

The necklace was simple, yet elegant. It was not pure gold, or studded with jewels, but just one single red Faryce stone hung from a thin string of horse hair. Farren struggled to reach the necklace, which hung from a hook atop the stand. He jumped, but only managed to jostle it. He began to hoist himself up onto the counter but his foot knocked over a display.

Frank, still holding Reme by the scruff of his shirt, turned to see Farren reaching for the necklace. Farren, realizing he’d been caught quickly reached up and grabbed his prize.

Farren, you rascal! Get your hands away from my wares or I will cut them off. bellowed Frank. Frank reached into his worker’s apron and pulled out a small wooden mallet and threw it at Farren. The mallet smashed into the wooden panel next to Farren’s frightened eyes, causing jewelry to come crashing down around him.

Enraged, Frank tossed Reme aside and ran towards Farren, arms raised. You better run you little thief! Don’t you dare try to steal from me again. I will drag you straight back to your brother.

Run Farren! belted Reme, as he jumped to his feet. Let’s go big boy, Reme said to Dash.

All three boys made a break for it into the crowd of confused onlookers. Frank tried to give chase but, at his unfit and old age, he quickly gave up. The crowd was too thick and he just didn’t have the same stamina he had as a young lad. As he stood, bent over and heaving for breath, Frank watched Farren disappear into the crowd.

Ecstatic and laughing, the three young thieves decided to stop their high-speed getaway. Frank was nowhere to be seen and it did not seem that any patrol guards were called upon. All in all, it was a successful heist. Away from the bazaar, in the morning hours, the city was much more peaceful. The boys had managed to make their way through the throngs of shoppers and into the residential district, where only a handful of citizens were walking the streets.

Out of breath, the hefty Dash pleaded for the others to stop. Hey, I think we’re safe. Let’s stop here, I can barely breathe anymore.

Farren and Reme ground to a halt, still laughing. That was amazing! yelled Farren. Did you see the look on Frank’s face?

I can’t believe he’s still falling for it. You would think the old man would learn after a while, responded Reme.

Farren walked over to the heaving Dash and patted him on the back. Look what we’re doing to Dash. He can’t handle it anymore, said Farren to Reme, with a smile on his face.

All I’m asking is that we make plans that don’t involve running so much. A little more thinking, a little less running, commented Dash, bent over and gasping for air. Just a thought.

Reme and Farren both laughed at their out-of-shape friend. If we’re running so often, how are you not used to it by now? asked Reme.

Dash finally caught his breath and stood up. I wonder that every day.

Reme walked over to Farren and grabbed the necklace from his pocket. He held it up to the light to look at it. This is perfect. She is going to love it.

Are you finally going to talk to her then; the girl from the bazaar? asked Farren. What was her name again?

Valia. Her name was Valia, said Reme, sternly. And of course I am going to talk to her. Why, you don’t think I will?

Farren looked over at Dash and they smile at their common skepticism.

I don’t care what you guys think, commented Reme, noticing their doubtful looks. I’m going to do it this time.

Reme put the necklace into his pocket and ran off down the street. He turned around and yelled back. Wish me luck!

I bet you five rin that he backs out again, snickered Dash out of the corner of his mouth.

No bet. He’s never going to do it, said Farren.

They both looked at each other and laughed as they turned and walked off down the street. The streets were beginning to crowd with the returning early morning shoppers from the bazaar. The jubilant voices of the shoppers talking about their new purchases began waking the late sleepers and they started to drag their drowsy selves into the city to get an overdue start on the day.

3

N estled in the center of the bustling capital, the palace grounds seemed out of place. Thousands of royal servants slaved over the vast array of greenery that graced the grounds to make sure they were pristine and worthy of royalty. Thick green grass covered every inch of the beautiful landscape and it was kept so flat it seemed like a tranquil green ocean. Beautiful Shroud Willows dotted the grounds near the few small ponds and towering Everwoods lined the pathway that lead from the front gate to the Palace doors.

Many buildings shared this beautiful garden with the Royal Palace including the stables and the Gallant building. The Gallant building housed, among other things, the smithy used to forge the Gallant’s extensive array of weaponry and the large training room used by Valoria’s Special Forces, the Gallants. The room was large enough to house a company of soldiers for training and had a vast array of weaponry along the walls and tables.

This early morning, though, the training room was not being used by a Gallant, but rather an exhausted Bishop Kaiser. His tight, sleek sparring uniform was drenched with sweat from hours of sword practice. Ironically, his dueling instructor was nearly passed out with exhaustion while Bishop casually walked over and grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow.

You work Andre too hard, dear. Maybe you should take it a little easier on the poor man, called Kara from a couch on the far end of the room. She had been lying on the couch watching the two dueling for hours. Her long, chestnut hair flowed down over her shoulders and stood out against her light pink colored dress. Her voice echoed loudly against the stone walls.

Bishop tossed the drenched towel onto the table and picked up the sheath to his sword. He turned and smiled at his beautiful wife. Don’t take Andre too lightly; he wouldn’t like it.

Andre forced out a laugh while gasping for air. This old man still has a few more fights left in him, replied the aging swordsman. He slowly walked over to his pupil and patted him on the back. I think I have taught you too well. It will not be long until you will have me beaten in a matter of minutes, I have no doubt. You may even give the Commander a run for his money soon.

As Andre slowly shuffled his way over to the table to remove his training gear, a loud voice echoed through the hall. Well, there isn’t a better teacher in all of Valoria, that is certain, bellowed a voice as a man walked into view. But I think you may be exaggerating a bit with that last statement, Andre. He still has a ways to go.

Brother! said Kara as she jumped up from the couch and ran over to hug her elder sibling.

With a big smile Coal Lucer turned to Bishop. So, you are using my sister as your personal cheering section these days?

Bishop walked over to embrace his lifelong friend. Kara put her arm around her husband as if to claim him as her own. She insisted on being here. She claims to enjoy watching me train, but I think she is just trying to avoid her royal duties, said Bishop.

Wild accusations I can assure you, countered Kara as she tried to defend herself. I would much rather be tending to my duties. She could not help but laugh at her obvious guiltiness. Almost having to jump, she kissed her husband on the cheek and then proceeded to cheerfully run out of the room, turning to yell as she left. Now I have some very important business with a cute young man in the city. She grinned happily and then scampered out of the room.

Coal turned and shot Bishop a confused look.

She’s meeting with Farren, said Bishop, noting his friend’s concerned and abashed look.

Those two are still running around together?

I could not separate them if I tried, responded Bishop as we walked back over to the table of weapons. He patted the elderly Andre on the shoulder and nodded to silently inform him he could leave. And believe me I have tried to.

He grabbed his sword and then spun around to face Coal. Now, how about a rematch? I am sick of this talk. We have not dueled in ages and I am curious how much worse you have gotten.

Coal paused for a moment and then smiled. Do you think that prudent? You are already tired from practice. Besides, it is my duty to protect the Supreme Regis, not injure him.

Bishop began to circle Coal like a tiger stalking its prey. You are already assuming you will win.

Unless you have been practicing much more than I know, this will end as it always does, spoke Coal, calmly.

Bishop drew his sword and tossed the sheath to the side. The sun rose just high enough to peak through the stained glass windows and glinted off of the steel blade. Coal stood firm, but did not draw his sword. Still as confident as ever I see, said Bishop. You won’t even turn to face me? It is not nice to insult your Regis like that.

Bishop continued to circle his prey, but Coal did not turn to follow him. When Bishop was behind Coal he jumped forward and swung his sword down on him. In a flash, Coal drew his kidon from the sheath on his lower back and spun around, falling to a knee, blocking the blow.

His halmon, a traditional one-handed long sword, was too large to draw quickly, but the short, defensive kidon was made for quick reactions. Coal pushed up strongly throwing Bishop back. Bishop knew that if he gave Coal the time to draw his long sword that the fight would swing strongly in Coal’s favor, so he quickly regained his composure and attacked.

With the kidon, Coal was able to easily block every blow that Bishop threw at him, but its short length made it difficult to start an offensive. He knew he needed to create a brief window to draw his halmon, but Bishop’s assault was unyielding.

The high pitched clangs of the duel echoed through the hall, making it seem like an army of swordsman were at battle. Their defensive standoff was beginning to wear on the two fighters. Sweat pouring down their faces, neither faltered. Suddenly, Bishop slipped on the slick surface. Coal took the brief opportunity and punched him in the face, forcing him to a knee. Coal tried to draw his Halmon from his back, but Bishop blindly swung out his sword. Coal quickly blocked with his kidon, but the force of the swing knocked it from his hand. It clattered across the floor and into the wall. He drew his Halmon and then stood watching, as Bishop righted himself.

You were lucky, said Bishop, wiping the blood from his brow.

Always be wary of your surroundings. I am certain Andre has taught you that, chastised Coal.

Slightly annoyed by the castigation from his friend, Bishop let out a sigh and lowered his guard. He turned and walked over to pick up his sheath.

Coal was surprised by his friend’s lack of enthusiasm. You are giving up so quickly?

Sheathing his sword and laying it back onto the table, Bishop responded without turning. You were right. I am too tired. He began to remove his protective arm guards and chest plate. Coal sheathed his two swords and walked over to Bishop. Still managing to get in plenty of training I see. Even with many more duties as Regis you have not lost a step.

Bishop turned to face his smiling friend, and could not help but smile back. I consider keeping my fighting skills honed as important a duty as any other. He walked forward and embraced his friend by grabbing his forearm. Besides, I can’t let you get too far ahead of me just because I am now Regis. You won’t win that easily.

I should hope not, responded Coal.

So why is it you have come to see me? asked Bishop. Surely it is not just to tarnish my pride and chastise me for shirking my duties.

I have just come to see how you are doing. I have not seen you since the funeral. You looked troubled during the coronation. Have you been holding up? I know that you are under a lot of pressure these days, said Coal.

Bishop wiped the sweat from his face and chest and started to put on a clean shirt. I appreciate your concern, Coal, but I am doing just fine. Nothing I cannot handle.

I know you are strong, but I also know how much you loved your parents, Bishop. It is difficult to take on such a weight of responsibility too quickly. It took me quite a while to feel in control again after the war. It is a lot to take in, even for someone as strong as you.

So, if you understand how I feel, than you also must understand my desire to work through this on my own. Am I correct?

Coal sighed. I do understand, yes, but I do not agree. You have friends, Bishop; friends who wish to help you. Let them, urged the Commander.

Bishop stared intensely back at Coal. He finished cleaning himself up and then walked past Coal towards the door, patting him on the shoulder as he left. Don’t you have work to do, Coal, said Bishop, ignoring his heartfelt plea.

Coal could do nothing but let out another heavy sigh. The sun now shown fully through the stained glass windows lining the walls and the room was alive with colorful light. The sounds of the city could not be heard across the expansive palace grounds, but the beautiful song of the tiny yellow Astentine bird filled the morning air. As Bishop left, the bang of the large wooden door crashing shut frightened the small bird and it fluttered away towards the city.

It was early in the afternoon and the city was in full swing, but Farren did not seem concerned with the pandemonium around him. He was off in his own little world. It was surprising that a prince could just sit in the middle of town and nobody would make a fuss. The people of Valoria were used to him. He wasn’t a prince, but rather just another delinquent running free throughout the city. Farren wouldn’t have it any other way.

The city square was enormous, circled by some of the most popular shops and restaurants. Different from the bazaar, these shops were permanent, housed in buildings built with natural Brivan stone, the same material used throughout the city. It was a cool breezy day, and every window was open to allow the breeze to cleanse the heat from the furnace-like interiors.

Many restaurants set out tables and chairs in front of their shops so people could eat in the sunshine. A duo of small children ran wild through the square, their parents trying to enjoy their meal; ignoring them. This section of the city was mostly frequented by the wealthier Valorians and thus was more civilized.

Not the commotion of the square, the smell of fresh baked bread, or the splashing of water from the fountain could break Farren from his trance. He sat, staring at the ground, oblivious to the chaos of the day. A gentle hand touched him on the shoulder, and he jolted awake.

Kara jumped in surprise. Farren, you scared me, she laughed. I didn’t mean to startle you.

Farren turned and looked at her smiling face. She had a look of pure innocence; the same look she had always had, even as a child. Even though she may now be the Lady of Briva she was still his childhood friend. They had started to drift apart since her marriage with Bishop and his parent’s passing, but they still had a lot of fond memories. In these uncertain times, he needed his old friend again. Looking at that smile erased his anxiousness and he finally smiled back.

You invited me here because you said you wanted to take me somewhere. Now tell me, said Kara.

Back to his usual self, Farren replied with confidence. Now calm down there, Kare. No need to be in such a rush. He held out his arm like a gentleman and gave her a wink. Let us go for a walk.

She laughed and grabbed his arm and they ran off.

Now outside the city, Farren and Kara walked down a dirt path in an open grassy field. They looked out at the bucolic landscape that surrounded the metropolis. Fields of wheat and corn dotted the land and livestock, like Brivan Steer, could be seen grazing in the open pastures. Much of the land, though, was not cultivated, and was taken up by large fields of wildflowers to the west, and the edge of the great Shroud Forest to the north.

Kara was excited to be out of the city and could not help but run ahead. She breathed in the fresh air and smiled. Ahhh. I love it out here. She ran over to some flowers and smelled. It has been way too long since I have been outside the walls without a carriage around me or a contingent of soldiers to follow my every move. I forgot how refreshing and freeing it feels.

Farren slowly walked behind, perfectly content with watching Kara enjoy herself. Kara’s deep brown hair, usually pulled back in a formal style, fell loosely, blowing in the wind. Despite her youthful personality and charm she was still quite urbane. Skipping through the tall grass, she carried a royal elegance and had such a lively spirit Farren could not help but be intoxicated by it. Even Farren’s youthful ebullience was nothing compared to her spirit.

She turned back and yelled to Farren. So, you haven’t told me yet where we are going. Kara waited as Farren traipsed his way up to her. You know how much I hate secrets. Stop being so cryptic and tell me already.

So demanding, laughed Farren. I normally do not bend to such demands but, if you insist, who am I to say no to the Lady of Briva? Suddenly, he started to sprint off ahead down the path.

Hey, wait cried Kara. Get back here. She ran off after him.

Farren came to the top of a small hill and stopped. Kara came crashing into him, nearly knocking him onto his face.

Got you she laughed. She took a second to catch her breath. What was all that for?

Farren pointed behind her and she turned to look at the top of the hill. A small river cut through the lea. Only about three feet deep at this spot, the river was a shallow section of the long Tikal River that stretched across Briva. It started high up in the Bardon Mountains to the west and headed southeast, sweeping across the Central Plains and the Shroud and emptied into the Great Southern waters to the southeast of Valoria.

Do you remember when we were kids and we came here to fish? We escaped the city for the whole day, our parents were furious, said Farren.

Kara stood staring at the river for a few seconds. And you didn’t catch a thing blurted Kara as she spun around. She ran over and hugged Farren. I love it Fare. This is so amazing. Of course I remember. She ran up to the water’s edge and peered into the crystal clear water. She could see the small fish darting around near the rocky bottom. Let’s catch some fish!

The river ran swiftly, yet not so fast that one couldn’t wade to the other side. There were a few trees growing along the banks and Farren and Kara set up beneath one of them as they cast their lines into the water. The water was so clear that they could see the fish as they nibbled at their bait. The fish were small but numerous. The large fish tended to flock to the deeper portions of the river upstream.

Kara spotted a fish approach her bait and begin to nibble. She leaned forward in anticipation; ready to pull back on her rod when the fish got too greedy. It slowly pecked its way to the bait until finally it sucked in the hook and Kara jumped at the chance. Since the river was so shallow and the fish so small it flew out of the water and onto the bank easily. As it flopped chaotically on the grass Kara tried to subdue it.

She managed to pounce on it and release the hook. Farren shook his head and sighed, wondering how she could always be so spirited.

She tossed the fish onto her small pile of successful catches. Sitting back down, she turned to Farren. So how many have you caught? she asked seriously.

He turned to face her serious gaze. After a few seconds Kara could not keep up the charade and burst out laughing. Farren smiled at his presumptuous partner. Confident are we? said Farren.

Kara held back her laughter. I am just trying to bring to attention your obvious lack of fish.

Farren looked down next to him with a blank stare. He had not caught a single fish. I guess fishing just isn’t my thing. Suddenly, a jerk pulled on Farren’s rod. They both turned to see a huge fish darting around on the end of his line. About three feet long, it was easily the largest fish they had seen in that part of the river. Surprised by its unfortunate predicament the fish struggled. Farren held fast as his rod bent under the weight. The rods they were using were hand made by Farren and, thus, were not of the finest craftsmanship.

Come on Farren! You can do it! cheered Kara, who had jumped to her feet to watch the fight.

As Farren attempted to reel in his large catch his pole snapped and the fish dragged the end of his rod downstream. Stunned at the unpredictable conclusion to the struggle, Farren just stood in disbelief, staring downstream at where the fish made its escape.

There was a long pause as neither one could find words to describe what had just happened. Then Kara broke out laughing, barely able to hold herself up. Farren looked at her and cracked a smile. Kara could not stop herself from laughing, so Farren leaned over and splashed some water at her. She screamed in surprise and splashed back. Water filled the air as they battled back and forth. Eventually, Farren jumped into the river in order to splash Kara with more water. Not