KNIGHTS
Months passed, the knights returned to the emperor. The throne room was clouded in a thin layer of mist.
"My Emperor, this mist isn't natural," the kneeling knight said.
"I know. It's that mage again. He and his experiments," the emperor said while moving from one armrest to the other. "What have you discovered?"
"Nothing much, My Emperor."
"There must be something?"
"The elves have returned to their old tricks."
"That's something new."
"I don't like it. If anything happens, you know what to do."
"We all know."
"Leave me."
The knight left the room. The emperor was surrounded only by a layer of thin mist. His gaze moved from one part of the room to the other.
Who knows, what the cards of faith have planned for us, he thought. Will my son, ever become the emperor he was destined to be? Only time will tell.
Vision Ientered the room on the first floor. My heart was beating heavily. The room was bright; I neededa few moments to adjust. In the middle of the room a palantir stood. The stone slab, where the crystal stood, was covered in spider's web, so thick, I couldn't recognize the marking on the stone. The crystal itself was the largest I ever saw. My curiosity took over and I touched the crystal. Visions flashed before my eyes. Some were good, some were dark. I saw my family, friends, the people I loved, what fates were in stored for them. A large army gathers to invade my empire… drums… horns… men… knights. I could see everything. Icould hear everything. Icould see them all but they couldn't see me. Iwas like a ghost. To me itseemed like the tall man on the horse was looking at me. The horse changed pace, the others followed their leader. The man's armor was dark, made from plates that we
OGRE Antius stood on the riverbank. The night was cold, the wind howled through the branches that were shaped like fingers. The trees were watching him. Watching his every step, he was sure about it. There is nothing that he could do. Nothing…the sorceress he loved has left him for another. He needed to act fast. He wasn't a type of man that will sit down and think a plan; his plan was always to act fast. So, he did. He rushed up the mountain, up a step goat path. He waited and waited. Nobody came. He waited. The ground shook; Antinus turned and saw a large ogre standing behind him. "What do you want, you ape?"he said. The ogre looked at him: "The only ape are you, nobody freely enters these parts." "Don't come any closer?" "Why wouldn't I?" "I'm a wizard!" "Listen here, friend, you think I care." "I hope." A sound of wood breaking against fresh, muscl
THE GAME BEGINS The emperor sat in his chair, moved from left to right. He has been waiting for them, since dawn. It's starting to bore him. They said that; they will be here in three hours. Eight hours have passed. He straightened himself on the throne. The wait game is five hours long. Who knows how long it will last? There was nothing else than he can do, but to wait. The emperor placed himself, comfortably, on the throne. The game continues. One of the servants entered, knelt in front of the throne: "They are here." "Send them in,"the emperor said without emotion. His eyes followed the servant as he left the throne room. The emperor stood up. The servant returned after a few moments, behind him a tall man slowly walked down the hallway. His gaze went from one column to the other. He walked slowly, taking his time. The stage was his. He could do whatever he wanted. The emperor's eyes followed hi
I walked across the empty street, searching for a blacksmith to repair my broken sword, when I heard two peasants talking. The curiosity got the better of me. I slowly approached the peasants. The taller one knelt immediately, while the smaller one just stood there. He looked at the small one with a gaze, so cold, that he froze. I said nothing. The taller one broke the silence first: "Sir, have you heard about the battle between the Yorts and Yearts." "No,"Ireplied. "When did that happen?" "Yesterday… about three o'clock… just after lunch,"the taller man replied. "It's the talk in the village." "Is it?" "Yes." "Everyone is talking." "I bet they do." "At least they picked a beautiful day,"the smaller man said. "Where was the battle held?"I asked. "Near, near the old gravestones." "That place was always sacred." "It's bad luck to disturb the
The battlefield was deserted, only a few swords and helms still adorned the place. The bodies were gone. Blood made small poodles were the ground was uneven. The whole place was covered in a think mist. In one of the burial mounds Ifound an armor that was intact. The corrosion was nowhere on the armor. I had to decide what armor Iwould wear, the one that the blacksmith gave me or this one. Ichose the latter, it was a perfect fit. The style was from the first century. The gold leaves adorned the armor, after these few hundred years the armor still shined in the sunlight. The path was narrow, the road was uneven. The thing that would turn many adventures back, but Iwas determined. My will motivated me onward. Mybroken sword was of little use against wraiths, but great against monsters, if there are any. Like the legendary sword that Iwas after, the armor too was made in the same dwarven forge. The next burial mounds w
The smell death hung in the air. Lord Desmond swallowed, at the very sight of the upcoming battle. He moved to the left. His horse, like his rider, was nervous. The horse moved to the right. His face had a shade of pale. He stood up, looked at the battlefield. The terrain was useless for their strategy. They must think something new. What else could they do? “What’s happening out there?” he asked in a panic tone. “Nothing good,” Lady Tirdana turned towards him. “Can’t we do something?” “Yes, wait till the battle starts.” “Great.” “You aren’t alone.” “Even that information, I count as something.” “You are scared, aren’t you?” “Yes.” “You have the courage to admit it,” her face changed. “I never could.” “Only then, can a man truly be brave.” ”I guess, it’s true.” “It matters not. Now, the battle only matters and victory, nothing else.” “Are you sure about the last part?”
CAMP At dawn, I looked around the camp. A thin layer of mist appeared throughout the valley. The monk got up. He looked in every direction. It was time to go. “It’s time,” he said after a break. His eyes looked at the top of the mountain. “Going my way?” I asked. “No.” “Then, this is goodbye.” “Not all goodbyes are sad.” “True.” “Where are you going?” “East,” I replied, mounting my horse. “Why east?” “There is always work for me there.” “Planning to start a new life?” “Yes. We will meet, again.” “All roads lead east.” “True,” Ispurred the horse onward. The horse went slowly, at first, like he had some dignity. The horse held his head high. We continued, that way, until we disappeared behind a hill. The horse with ease changed speed. We went through the forest like a shadow. With that speed, we could only be seen like such. One oak fel
I entered the nearest inn that was near the first turning. The inn was full. I looked for a place to sit. There was only one table free. I slowly walked through the room. The innkeeper’s gaze was fixed on me. I sat down. The innkeeper got up and went to my table: “What does the honorable knight want?” “A gil stew,” I said. “Aye,” the innkeeper said. A few moments later, he returned with the stew: “Here you go. Planning to stay?” “Maybe, I don’t know.” “Good to hear.” “Tell me, my good man, what is the new gossip in these parts.” “What do you want to know?” “Everything resent that happened.” “The king was placed notices to the boar.” “What boar?” “Huge one, two or three times larger than the normal, they say that he was never caught.” “What else do they say?” “That, he’s magical.” “Where can I get more information?” “About what do you want to