Further to the west of their locations, Vinon and Carlem were very well alive and they are on their way to Talesgard, the capital of the Talestrial States. Finskar Caldon explained everything to them, about the Talestrial States learning of a plot to wipe out their family. Their family was banished from the Reachlands and the Banderlands when Prince Touren of the Banderlands and Princess Iysedin of the elven race fell in love with each other. They chose to exile their different states than be separated from each other. They journeyed and eventually settled in Helms Valley. Now, according to Finskar, The Reachlands and the Banderlands have joined forces to destroy their family and their shame. It was the Talestrial States that learnt of their plot that they decided to intervene and save them. However, Finskar was too late to save their parents and their brother, Tuster.
Vinon and Carlem were speechless when they learnt of this. They were saddened by their parents’ death and shocked to learn that their grandparents want them dead. Carlem broke down and cried. Vinon just clutched the wooden sword his father had passed him during the fight. Vinon swore vengeance and vowed to destroy the Reachlands and the Banderlands one day.
There was still a long way to go before they can reach Talesgard so Finskar gave them a brief history of The Talestrial States. The Talestrial States were initially a number of warring states that were constantly at war. They fought each other for the control of land for many years without a clear ruler. However, recently a warlord, now known as King Rinas Talestrial, defeated the rest of the warring states and established the kingdom of Talestrial, better known as the Talestrial States and founded its capital Talesgard ten years ago.
Finskar added that King Rinas also founded the Number Knights. This was a group of distinguished generals of the Talestrial States that the king has recognized. The Number knights are the highest honour in the Talestrial States and each general commanded great armies of their own. Finskar added that with enough training, Vinon and Carlem could become one of the famed generals. He himself was the fifth commander of the Talestrial States.
As he finished talking, the city of Talesgard came into view. It was a majestic city with high walls and massive towers. The towers went about fifty feet tall and at the top flew the flag of the Talestrial States, two crossed swords on a black shield with wings. The two swords and shield matched the fighting capabilities of the kingdom while the wings represent freedom for all races. There were about thirty towers or more, Vinon counted. Beyond the tower is a castle fitting for all kings. Its roofs were made of gold and the castle spanned almost a hundred feet in the air. Small openings were lined on both sides of the towers which Vinon guessed they were crossbow hatches. A high wall blocked the view of the castle’s entrance and on it stood countless catapults. It was simply an unbreakable fortress.
As they passed through an iron gate that rose at Finskar’s command, Vinon and Carlem stared in awe at everything. It was the first time they had seen such magnificent structure and their eyes were wide with astonishment. Finskars just gave them a smile and said something that made Vinon and Carlem feel welcomed.
“Welcome to your new home,” Finskar said.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
5/1 Assault on Helms Valley
Baldarov unsheathed his sword immediately and moved one step forward and at the same time spin round to face his adversary. The shaking of the long grasses confirmed the presence of a watchful predator, distracted by the smell of fresh blood and the crying Tuster. Baldarov never thought he had to use his sword again so soon. It was still wet from the blood of the enemy he had fought back at the hut.
It was not long before Baldarov’s fears were confirmed. From the trees emerged a beast that was a common sight in these areas. This was the Utisger, a large carnivorous mammal. Usually fully-grown Utisgers like this one are rare and hard to find, as they seldom reach adulthood due to the fact that Utisgers hunt their own kind too. This particular one has a broken horn on its head that suggested it must have been broken during a fight with another Utisger. Its grey hide also had scars from many battles with other Utisgers too. However, its claws were still present, despite many of them being blunt due to constant usage. This Utisger is an old and experienced fighter and the strong scent of blood from Baldarov’s wounds and Tuster’s crying have drawn the creature towards them.
Baldarov knew he had very bad luck, running into a fully-grown Utisger at this time. But he knew he had to protect Tuster and he will fight to his last breath to protect the child even if he has to.
The Utisger spotted Badarov’s sword and took a step back. Baldarov knew the beast have met someone using a sword before so the encounter must have caused some injuries to it before. Hopefully, it can scare the beast off.
The Utisger eyed Baldarov’s blade with utmost caution. It suddenly bended its hind legs back and its body lowered. Its going to attack, screamed Baldarov’s head. Baldarov without hesitation rolled to his right, just as the beast’s jaws snapped shut at where Baldarov’s had was a minute ago. The sudden motion startled Tuster and he started crying.
No point in running or hiding anymore, thought Baldarov. The beast will hunt them down like prey. Baldarov tried to look for a weak spot on the Utisger but it was still quite dark despite the moonlight. Hopefully, the Utisger will be blinded by the darkness too.
No, wait, Ultisger use their sense of smell to hunt, Baldarov thought again. The Utisger lunged at him again. Baldarov tried to roll but his footing slipped under the slippery rock and he felled, with the Ultisger almost on him. Baldarov tried to roll to his side so he would not crash Tuster when he land. However, his head caught the side of a boulder and a sharp pain went through his mind, disrupting his thoughts. He managed to avoid the Ultisger somehow and he leaped to his feet again, sword risen and launched a forward thrust at the Ultisger’s eye. His blade caught something which Baldarov believed to be the Utisger’s eye and he heard the beast growled in pain. He leaped back as the Ultisger swung its claws wildly in an attempt to catch him.
Baldarov eyed the beast and smiled to himself. One more critical hit and it will go away, he thought. A trickle of blood went into his eyes. His head was bleeding from the knock on the boulder. This next round will determine who will survive. The Utisger next attack was sudden but it was wild and not aimed properly timed. Clearly, it was affected by the thrust Baldarov made earlier. Nevertheless, Baldarov sidestepped that attack easier and chopped off one of the paws of the Ultisger. The Ultisger screamed in agony and limped back into the forest, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.
After using more torn-up-clothes as bandages, Baldarov and Tuster waited for dawn to arrive at the edge of a clearing before making their way towards the nearest town, Resport.
Resport was a small town near the border of the Reachlands. Resport was founded by a merchant by the name of Res. He was the first person to started trading with the states to the east of the Elken Seas. However, monsters from Ulseeker’s Woods, disturbed by the cities’ citizens who tried to expand the city, soon attacked the town. Before long, the merchants fled, leaving the city inhabited. However, Resport soon became a home for bandits, rogues and homeless people. Without a person to lead them, stealing in the city became common and Resport became a city of thieves where only the most heartless, cruel and evil of people could survive.
Baldarov knew this was the only place he can find refuge from any people that tried to kidnap Tuster. He feared that Tuster may be the only heir to the Touren and Iysedin. Vinon and Carlem could be dead by now. Or they could be on their way to being sold as slaves. There were so many things unknown to him. Who were the people that attacked them? Could it be spies from the Banderland or Reachlands, sending their soldiers to attack them and kill of their families? How did they know that the prince of Banderlands and the princess of the elves are staying in Helms Valley? For now, these questions remained unanswered. The only thing on his mind should be to find a place where he can hide from his pursuers. Revenge and finding out the truth was to wait.
Baldarov checked up on Tuster. The boy was still sleeping. He must have cried himself to sleep. The whole thing had changed his whole life altogether. Just a few hours ago, this boy had a family and within a short time, everything was gone. He felt sad for the boy but he knew he had to protect him and bring him up so that the heir to the Banderlands will live on.
As Baldarov moved closer to closer to the city, he saw the white stones of the walls encircling the city. Resport was not a very large city, maybe the outer walls going about a mile or two encircling the city. There were buildings on either side of the two main roads which ran straight from the north gate to the south gate. The buildings encircled by these two roads housed more dangerous bunch of people of the city and was mostly avoided by the others. The homeless people which made up the majority of the city was scattered all over the rest of the place. Some made their homes along the streets, either begging for money or waiting for someone unwary to snatch their pockets. Those luckier ones found a piece of canvas to put over their heads as some form of shelter.
Baldarov knew he could blend into the people here in Resport. The Ultisger fight had made him looked ragged with torn clothes and a bleeding arm, even worse than some beggers along the streets. As he entered, a couple of early-waking beggers tried approaching him, but upon seeing his ragged state and the sword at his side, they decided to give him a miss.
Baldarov searched the city and found a spot that was unguarded by its habitant. Its occupant was not around so Baldarov lay Tuster down. His arm had gone numb after holding Tuster since they left Ulseeker’s Woods. He moved his shoulder a little and tried getting some blood flowing again. He was tired and more in need of food than sleep. So he hugged Tuster and lay on the mat under the canvas and drifted off to sleep.
It was not long before Baldarov’s fears were confirmed. From the trees emerged a beast that was a common sight in these areas. This was the Utisger, a large carnivorous mammal. Usually fully-grown Utisgers like this one are rare and hard to find, as they seldom reach adulthood due to the fact that Utisgers hunt their own kind too. This particular one has a broken horn on its head that suggested it must have been broken during a fight with another Utisger. Its grey hide also had scars from many battles with other Utisgers too. However, its claws were still present, despite many of them being blunt due to constant usage. This Utisger is an old and experienced fighter and the strong scent of blood from Baldarov’s wounds and Tuster’s crying have drawn the creature towards them.
Baldarov knew he had very bad luck, running into a fully-grown Utisger at this time. But he knew he had to protect Tuster and he will fight to his last breath to protect the child even if he has to.
The Utisger spotted Badarov’s sword and took a step back. Baldarov knew the beast have met someone using a sword before so the encounter must have caused some injuries to it before. Hopefully, it can scare the beast off.
The Utisger eyed Baldarov’s blade with utmost caution. It suddenly bended its hind legs back and its body lowered. Its going to attack, screamed Baldarov’s head. Baldarov without hesitation rolled to his right, just as the beast’s jaws snapped shut at where Baldarov’s had was a minute ago. The sudden motion startled Tuster and he started crying.
No point in running or hiding anymore, thought Baldarov. The beast will hunt them down like prey. Baldarov tried to look for a weak spot on the Utisger but it was still quite dark despite the moonlight. Hopefully, the Utisger will be blinded by the darkness too.
No, wait, Ultisger use their sense of smell to hunt, Baldarov thought again. The Utisger lunged at him again. Baldarov tried to roll but his footing slipped under the slippery rock and he felled, with the Ultisger almost on him. Baldarov tried to roll to his side so he would not crash Tuster when he land. However, his head caught the side of a boulder and a sharp pain went through his mind, disrupting his thoughts. He managed to avoid the Ultisger somehow and he leaped to his feet again, sword risen and launched a forward thrust at the Ultisger’s eye. His blade caught something which Baldarov believed to be the Utisger’s eye and he heard the beast growled in pain. He leaped back as the Ultisger swung its claws wildly in an attempt to catch him.
Baldarov eyed the beast and smiled to himself. One more critical hit and it will go away, he thought. A trickle of blood went into his eyes. His head was bleeding from the knock on the boulder. This next round will determine who will survive. The Utisger next attack was sudden but it was wild and not aimed properly timed. Clearly, it was affected by the thrust Baldarov made earlier. Nevertheless, Baldarov sidestepped that attack easier and chopped off one of the paws of the Ultisger. The Ultisger screamed in agony and limped back into the forest, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.
After using more torn-up-clothes as bandages, Baldarov and Tuster waited for dawn to arrive at the edge of a clearing before making their way towards the nearest town, Resport.
Resport was a small town near the border of the Reachlands. Resport was founded by a merchant by the name of Res. He was the first person to started trading with the states to the east of the Elken Seas. However, monsters from Ulseeker’s Woods, disturbed by the cities’ citizens who tried to expand the city, soon attacked the town. Before long, the merchants fled, leaving the city inhabited. However, Resport soon became a home for bandits, rogues and homeless people. Without a person to lead them, stealing in the city became common and Resport became a city of thieves where only the most heartless, cruel and evil of people could survive.
Baldarov knew this was the only place he can find refuge from any people that tried to kidnap Tuster. He feared that Tuster may be the only heir to the Touren and Iysedin. Vinon and Carlem could be dead by now. Or they could be on their way to being sold as slaves. There were so many things unknown to him. Who were the people that attacked them? Could it be spies from the Banderland or Reachlands, sending their soldiers to attack them and kill of their families? How did they know that the prince of Banderlands and the princess of the elves are staying in Helms Valley? For now, these questions remained unanswered. The only thing on his mind should be to find a place where he can hide from his pursuers. Revenge and finding out the truth was to wait.
Baldarov checked up on Tuster. The boy was still sleeping. He must have cried himself to sleep. The whole thing had changed his whole life altogether. Just a few hours ago, this boy had a family and within a short time, everything was gone. He felt sad for the boy but he knew he had to protect him and bring him up so that the heir to the Banderlands will live on.
As Baldarov moved closer to closer to the city, he saw the white stones of the walls encircling the city. Resport was not a very large city, maybe the outer walls going about a mile or two encircling the city. There were buildings on either side of the two main roads which ran straight from the north gate to the south gate. The buildings encircled by these two roads housed more dangerous bunch of people of the city and was mostly avoided by the others. The homeless people which made up the majority of the city was scattered all over the rest of the place. Some made their homes along the streets, either begging for money or waiting for someone unwary to snatch their pockets. Those luckier ones found a piece of canvas to put over their heads as some form of shelter.
Baldarov knew he could blend into the people here in Resport. The Ultisger fight had made him looked ragged with torn clothes and a bleeding arm, even worse than some beggers along the streets. As he entered, a couple of early-waking beggers tried approaching him, but upon seeing his ragged state and the sword at his side, they decided to give him a miss.
Baldarov searched the city and found a spot that was unguarded by its habitant. Its occupant was not around so Baldarov lay Tuster down. His arm had gone numb after holding Tuster since they left Ulseeker’s Woods. He moved his shoulder a little and tried getting some blood flowing again. He was tired and more in need of food than sleep. So he hugged Tuster and lay on the mat under the canvas and drifted off to sleep.
4/1 Assault on Helms Valley
5Th Commander of the Number Knights, Finskar CaldonVinon and Carlem were fighting the seemingly endless enemies at the same time as Baldarov made his escape with Tuster. Carlem had discarded the wooden sword and was using a boardsword she grabbed from a corpse pile she created in front of her. Vinon, using his father’s blade, was the better one and he had more kills. But there was too many of them and they were soon overwhelmed. At one point, they thought they were dead when one of the enemies threw a round shaped object at them. It exploded into a flash of white light that caused everything around them to burn in sight. However, once the light fades, they realized they were protected from some sort of barrier around them.
A figure dressed in a black cloak emerged from the trees. He was huge in size and was over six feet tall. He held a massive two handed sword in his left hand and an enemy in his enormously large right hand. He swung the sword and it cut the ill-fated man in half. The man dropped the remaining half of the body on the ground and approached the children. He chopped the figure that was previously trying to attack Vinon, but now turned his attention to him, into halves. The dispose of three more others in almost the same fashion before the rest realized they had no chance against him. As they fled, the man closed his eyes and chanted some runes. The barrier around Carlem and Vinon disappeared.
Vinon and Carlem realized that he had protected them. But who was he? Before they could ask, the man explained himself. “I am Finskar Caldon, the Fifth Commander of the Talestrial Forces. I am a good friend of your father, Touren Heath, and am supposed to come fetch your family to Talestrial today.” He spoke in a deep but yet convincing voice. “However, I see that the elves had knew of our plan and tried to kill your entire family.” As he said that, he removed the hood of one of the corpse to reveal an elf, with its distinct sharp and pointed ears. “Let me bring you both to Talestrial.” He stretched out an inviting hand to Vinon.
Vinon was tired and exhausted as well as stunned at the strength of this man. He thought, since he was a friend of his father so he can be trusted. Besides, there was no one else he could trust at this time now. He also protected him and his sister just now with his barrier. In other words, he had saved both of their lives. He turned to Carlem who seem to have the same line of thinking, and gave her a nod.
He extended his hand to Finskar and shook it.
A figure dressed in a black cloak emerged from the trees. He was huge in size and was over six feet tall. He held a massive two handed sword in his left hand and an enemy in his enormously large right hand. He swung the sword and it cut the ill-fated man in half. The man dropped the remaining half of the body on the ground and approached the children. He chopped the figure that was previously trying to attack Vinon, but now turned his attention to him, into halves. The dispose of three more others in almost the same fashion before the rest realized they had no chance against him. As they fled, the man closed his eyes and chanted some runes. The barrier around Carlem and Vinon disappeared.
Vinon and Carlem realized that he had protected them. But who was he? Before they could ask, the man explained himself. “I am Finskar Caldon, the Fifth Commander of the Talestrial Forces. I am a good friend of your father, Touren Heath, and am supposed to come fetch your family to Talestrial today.” He spoke in a deep but yet convincing voice. “However, I see that the elves had knew of our plan and tried to kill your entire family.” As he said that, he removed the hood of one of the corpse to reveal an elf, with its distinct sharp and pointed ears. “Let me bring you both to Talestrial.” He stretched out an inviting hand to Vinon.
Vinon was tired and exhausted as well as stunned at the strength of this man. He thought, since he was a friend of his father so he can be trusted. Besides, there was no one else he could trust at this time now. He also protected him and his sister just now with his barrier. In other words, he had saved both of their lives. He turned to Carlem who seem to have the same line of thinking, and gave her a nod.
He extended his hand to Finskar and shook it.
3/1 Assault on Helms Valley
That night, Iysedin and Touren and their children were sleeping soundly when the attack came. It was an unexpected attack. At first, fire arrows landed on their straw roof, causing it to come ablaze. Awoken by the sudden light, Baldarov, the human servant that served Touren grabbed his sword and dashed out onto the courtyard. What he saw was a scene he never forgets.
Men dressed in black from head to toe, wielding swords were attacking the house. Touren was fighting three of them at a time while Iysedin stood a distance further away, engaged in creating a magical shield that protects her from the incoming fire arrows. But it was obvious the couple was having a difficult time. Baldarov charged at the nearest enemy and blocked a strike from another before disposing of him with an upward slash. Touren thanked him and told him to get to the hut to protect the children. Baldarov obeyed and charges straight into the hut, with Iysedin creating an opening so he can enter. Just as he was about to enter, he saw Vinon and Carlem with wooden swords charging out.
“Baldarov, we’ll fight too.” Vinon and Carlem shouted a battle cry and knocked some enemies down.
Baldarov was amazed of the strength of the two kids but he was more concern of the safety of the third child, Tuster. He heard a cry from Iysedin and realized that she was shot by an arrow. Touren was at her side, caressing her while another sword went through the couple’s bodies. They looked towards him and he could make out what Touren was saying, even though he could not hear what he said.
“Protect Tuster….” Those were his last words.
Vinon and Carlem knocked some more enemies aside before realizing that their parents were dead. Vinon grabbed his father’s sword after throwing away his wooden sword aside. In a fit of anger, he chopped off the heads of three incoming enemies in one arc slash. Terrified by such ferocity, the enemies stopped to hesitate. This allowed Vinon to issue a shout to Baldarov.
“Take Tuster to the river end.” I will go after I deal with them.”
Baldarov wanted to help but he knew there was no one to protect Tuster. Without any more hesitation he dashed into the hut and leaped across a burning log to the room where Tuster laid. Tuster was still there but he was crying frantically. The fighting must have frightened him. Baldarov grabbed Tuster and put him on a sling before carrying the whole thing on his back. He stopped to grab some bread before leaving through the back door.
The trek through the dense forest was harsh and without any light to assist him, it was even harder. Baldarov hugged the sobbing Tuster as he went through a thicket of thorns. He got multiple cuts on his face and all over his body and by the time he was out of it. His body was bleeding from the multiple cuts and his tunic was in rags. He stopped to catch his breath once he heard the sound of a steam close by. He cannot see in this dense undergrowth and he can only make out where he was walking by listening to the splashes he made with his sandals.
He finally reached the river end and the moonlight allowed Baldarov to finally take stock of his surrounding. There were the sound of crickets and the flow of the water as the stream he followed runs into the river. It was still pretty dark so it will still be a few more hours before dawn. There was smoke coming from the direction he came from and then followed by a massive explosion. Baldarov knew that Vinon and Carlem could not have survived that explosion but still managed a prayer for them to be well.
He took a look at Tuster. Tuster was still crying and Baldarov calmed him down. Tuster was unhurt from the thorns but he was in very bad shape. There were numerous cuts on his face his arms and his back. Blood was slowly flowing down from his left shoulder and right thigh. He torn some clothing from his tunic and wrapped his wounds as best as he could. It was starting to get colder and colder and he realize he was almost naked. Nevertheless, he still managed to cover Tuster up as well as create a better sling using his remaining clothes. Just as he sat down to rest and think of a plan to get out of this forest, he heard a loud growl from behind him.
Men dressed in black from head to toe, wielding swords were attacking the house. Touren was fighting three of them at a time while Iysedin stood a distance further away, engaged in creating a magical shield that protects her from the incoming fire arrows. But it was obvious the couple was having a difficult time. Baldarov charged at the nearest enemy and blocked a strike from another before disposing of him with an upward slash. Touren thanked him and told him to get to the hut to protect the children. Baldarov obeyed and charges straight into the hut, with Iysedin creating an opening so he can enter. Just as he was about to enter, he saw Vinon and Carlem with wooden swords charging out.
“Baldarov, we’ll fight too.” Vinon and Carlem shouted a battle cry and knocked some enemies down.
Baldarov was amazed of the strength of the two kids but he was more concern of the safety of the third child, Tuster. He heard a cry from Iysedin and realized that she was shot by an arrow. Touren was at her side, caressing her while another sword went through the couple’s bodies. They looked towards him and he could make out what Touren was saying, even though he could not hear what he said.
“Protect Tuster….” Those were his last words.
Vinon and Carlem knocked some more enemies aside before realizing that their parents were dead. Vinon grabbed his father’s sword after throwing away his wooden sword aside. In a fit of anger, he chopped off the heads of three incoming enemies in one arc slash. Terrified by such ferocity, the enemies stopped to hesitate. This allowed Vinon to issue a shout to Baldarov.
“Take Tuster to the river end.” I will go after I deal with them.”
Baldarov wanted to help but he knew there was no one to protect Tuster. Without any more hesitation he dashed into the hut and leaped across a burning log to the room where Tuster laid. Tuster was still there but he was crying frantically. The fighting must have frightened him. Baldarov grabbed Tuster and put him on a sling before carrying the whole thing on his back. He stopped to grab some bread before leaving through the back door.
The trek through the dense forest was harsh and without any light to assist him, it was even harder. Baldarov hugged the sobbing Tuster as he went through a thicket of thorns. He got multiple cuts on his face and all over his body and by the time he was out of it. His body was bleeding from the multiple cuts and his tunic was in rags. He stopped to catch his breath once he heard the sound of a steam close by. He cannot see in this dense undergrowth and he can only make out where he was walking by listening to the splashes he made with his sandals.
He finally reached the river end and the moonlight allowed Baldarov to finally take stock of his surrounding. There were the sound of crickets and the flow of the water as the stream he followed runs into the river. It was still pretty dark so it will still be a few more hours before dawn. There was smoke coming from the direction he came from and then followed by a massive explosion. Baldarov knew that Vinon and Carlem could not have survived that explosion but still managed a prayer for them to be well.
He took a look at Tuster. Tuster was still crying and Baldarov calmed him down. Tuster was unhurt from the thorns but he was in very bad shape. There were numerous cuts on his face his arms and his back. Blood was slowly flowing down from his left shoulder and right thigh. He torn some clothing from his tunic and wrapped his wounds as best as he could. It was starting to get colder and colder and he realize he was almost naked. Nevertheless, he still managed to cover Tuster up as well as create a better sling using his remaining clothes. Just as he sat down to rest and think of a plan to get out of this forest, he heard a loud growl from behind him.
2/1 Assault on Helms Valley
Very far to the north, in the capital of Reachlands, King Tinskaeth was standing by his balcony, watching the star-filled sky. He gazed upon the sky and searched for his daughters’ star. Princess Iysedin’s star was shinning brightly as ever. Despite her disappearance ten years ago, she was still alive and well, as her star is still shinning. He had known that the human that took her away was Touren. He did not stop them because he known in his heart that there were no way the people would accept the fact that the beautiful elven princess would fall in love with a human. The human race was at war with the elves since the beginning of time, each seeking to destroy each other and claim the superior race of Bander. However, the war had drag on for centuries. Here was a way to bring peace to the elves by the union of the human prince and an elven princess. The result was a fate that forced the couple to flee.
The same thing was on the mind of King Wincern, the leader of the Banderlands. He too thought that his son, Touren would bring peace to Bander with their marriage. However, this was not the case. The result was a frightful wedding that caused the doomed couple to flee for their lives.
As both leaders looked at the star-litted sky, they saw the stars of Touren and the star of Iysedin fall as shooting stars. Both rulers were worried as this could mean that both their children were dead.
The same thing was on the mind of King Wincern, the leader of the Banderlands. He too thought that his son, Touren would bring peace to Bander with their marriage. However, this was not the case. The result was a frightful wedding that caused the doomed couple to flee for their lives.
As both leaders looked at the star-litted sky, they saw the stars of Touren and the star of Iysedin fall as shooting stars. Both rulers were worried as this could mean that both their children were dead.
1/1 Assault on Helms Valley
Helms ValleyTouren looked into the sunset as he finished his training with his eldest son, Vinon. Despite Vinon being only eleven years old, he was exceptionally skilled in swordsmanship and elven magic. Touren was drained from the sparring with his son who was breaking no sweat. His small figure held the makeshift wooden training sword he had creaed for his son. Vinon was unlike any other shilf he had ever imagined. Maybe it was down to his blood. He had elven blood from his mother Iysedin, and human blood from his father, Touren. Maybe Vinon will one day become the person to unite the humans and the elves.
"That's all for today, son." Touren lowered his wooden sword in defeat. "You beat your aging father again."
"Come on, father" Vinon swung his sword in front of him, in a horizontal slash manner. "Father, I haven't broken a sweat yet."
"Dinner's ready." came a voice from the direction of the hut. It was Vinon's mother. She was dressed in a green blouse and her long white silky hair ran all the way down to her waist. However, that did not hide the pointy ears so evidently of elves. She had a sweet smile and still looked pretty despite her age. She put her hands on her hips and spoke to the father and son.
“Your dad is aging so it’s best for you to go and bathe and have your dinner.” Iysedin spoke. “Or I won’t leave any broth for you.”
“Ok, mom” Vinon tossed the wooden sword to his father and headed for the hut. Iysedin smiled to Touren. “Our son is growing well and strong.” She said to her husband. “Are Baldarov and Carlem back yet?”
“They are back already.” Touren replied. “Carlem went for her bath while Baldarov’s went to check on Tuster. I think I am getting old for my son. He bested me in swordsmanship again today.”
“Vinon is our child and he carries the blood of us. So it is likely he will surpass his father.” Iysedin replied. “We better get going soon if we want our dinner warm.”
“Ok, let’s go.” Touren turned to leave with his wife.
As they turned away towards the hut, Iysedin’s eyes caught a small movement in the trees to her right with the corner of her eyes. Maybe it is just me, she thought.
It was nightfall by the time the children were asleep. Vinon, eleven years of age, was the eldest son of Touren and Iysedin. He was a half-elf because his mother, Iysedin was an elf and his father, Touren was a human. Carlem, 2 years younger, was the second child. She was like any other ordinary human but was remarkably as good as her brother in terms of swordsmanship. The youngest son, Tuster, was only one years old and he was too young to determine what abilities he have. Little did Touren and Iysedin know that these three children will form the fate of the world in the events that was to come.
"That's all for today, son." Touren lowered his wooden sword in defeat. "You beat your aging father again."
"Come on, father" Vinon swung his sword in front of him, in a horizontal slash manner. "Father, I haven't broken a sweat yet."
"Dinner's ready." came a voice from the direction of the hut. It was Vinon's mother. She was dressed in a green blouse and her long white silky hair ran all the way down to her waist. However, that did not hide the pointy ears so evidently of elves. She had a sweet smile and still looked pretty despite her age. She put her hands on her hips and spoke to the father and son.
“Your dad is aging so it’s best for you to go and bathe and have your dinner.” Iysedin spoke. “Or I won’t leave any broth for you.”
“Ok, mom” Vinon tossed the wooden sword to his father and headed for the hut. Iysedin smiled to Touren. “Our son is growing well and strong.” She said to her husband. “Are Baldarov and Carlem back yet?”
“They are back already.” Touren replied. “Carlem went for her bath while Baldarov’s went to check on Tuster. I think I am getting old for my son. He bested me in swordsmanship again today.”
“Vinon is our child and he carries the blood of us. So it is likely he will surpass his father.” Iysedin replied. “We better get going soon if we want our dinner warm.”
“Ok, let’s go.” Touren turned to leave with his wife.
As they turned away towards the hut, Iysedin’s eyes caught a small movement in the trees to her right with the corner of her eyes. Maybe it is just me, she thought.
It was nightfall by the time the children were asleep. Vinon, eleven years of age, was the eldest son of Touren and Iysedin. He was a half-elf because his mother, Iysedin was an elf and his father, Touren was a human. Carlem, 2 years younger, was the second child. She was like any other ordinary human but was remarkably as good as her brother in terms of swordsmanship. The youngest son, Tuster, was only one years old and he was too young to determine what abilities he have. Little did Touren and Iysedin know that these three children will form the fate of the world in the events that was to come.
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