The Birth Of A Legend
The sun shone brightly, the sweet hymns of the birds in the
forest gave the day a very poetic feel. The spring was the most
beautiful part of the year; the air was crisp with newness, a
time when great things were born, a time when terrible things
The peace extended everywhere, among it was an old rugged path
that led straight through the forest. The path was barely used,
covered with potholes and bumps. On the path was a little brown
rabbit, sniffing into the air.
The fox stalked it, picturing its future meal, as it was getting
ready to pounce upon it. The silence was suddenly broken as a
whole troupe of wagons suddenly crossed by, causing quite a bit
of commotion in the surroundings.
The troupe was the royal protection for the Queen herself. Five
in total got unto this path rarely used by even the most rugged
merchants in the most dire needs. The travellers were having
difficulty on these paths; the carriages were not designed for
However, this path offered travel unhindered from the constant
traffic permitting more speed and also offering the secrecy the
travellers sought, although it was quite difficult to keep such a
large regiment secret.
However, this road simply led to a merchant outpost and had no
need to be watched, but there was a secret offshot that sprouted
off the road and led directly to the castle.
Four of the carriages were purely military, each containing ten
elite bodyguards. But in the middle of them all was the Royal
Carriage. It was the largest of the carriages, grand majestic
looking wheels being pulled by the best white stallions of the
However it was anything but peace inside the carriage, and soon
there would be no peace at all. The interior of the Royal
Carriage was a very magnificent royal blue. Against one wall was
a bed made of the softest red silk in the known world.
On it laid Queen Tania, breathing hard in pain and exhaustion for
she could give birth at any moment. Beside her sat her loving
husband, King Ralph.He held her hand in a comforting manner,
because despite his great speeches to his Kingdom and to his
allies. Despite his smooth tongue that had swayed so many clans
unto his side, he could not find words to comfort her.
On the opposite wall was a normal cushioned seat where the most
loyal bodyguards sat in obvious discomfort. They were not
accustomed to seeing their powerful monarchs crying like petty
commoners.They were shaken out of this state when there was a
yell from one of the lead soldiers, " Ambush! Take defensive
The forty Royal bodyguards got into their defensive position
around the King and Queen, swords drawn and shields at the ready.
They anticipated the attack, sweating with dread knowing they
might die this day.
Then they came out, the Coronian troops began their attack, their
attempt on the lives of the Queen. They wore black leather for
armour, it was not thick but it offered protection and
mobility.They were all armed with long assassin blades, hilts
decorated with beautiful and yet menacing patterns, the ends
forming the Coronian Empire's symbol; the open mouthed cobra.
They moved fluidly, running right into the attack. Swords clashed
together as the battle began, Bodyguards and assassins alike
fought fiercely, never giving any mercy to each other. The elites
kept them at bay but more kept on coming.
Suddenly the sky started to be filled with black twirling clouds,
the sun was simply covered up as the unnatural storm began to
take birth. The winds picked up at incredible speeds, making the
carriages swing slightly on their sturdy frames.
Rain began to pour hard on the ground, it descended with a
supernatural speed and thunder and lightning soon joined into the
orchestra of elemental prowess. As the storm was in its full
power the sound of fighting was over.
The assassins had withdrawn just as quickly as it had began. All
their years of training to become the most elite and coveted
soldiers in the Royal Kingdom had been a waste of time. As they
reformed their defence a lone Coronian Empire assassin emerged
from the woods.
He was different from the others, much more menacing. Standing an
entire seven feet tall he wore steel chain mail armour with heavy
leather brigandine over top of it for better protection, upon it
was the sign of the King cobra.
His helm was a marvel on its own, more of a mask than anything
else. The front was a moon mask made of unknown metals that acted
as a mirror; the new enemy's eyes glowed yellow through the
eyeholes. Drawing his two falcata blades he said in a deceptively
civilised voice, " If you all surrender and just give the Queen
up, I shall set you all free. You will be permitted to run to the
castle, no one will stop you."
Some guards actually looked ready to take the author, armour
emitting a rattling noise, as the rain hitting them got heavier.
They were willing to die defending the Queen and so they would,
the assassin quickly went into action.
Ducking and jumping over the first attacks, his swords swirled
rapidly as he retaliated from their attacks and went past their
defences. The sharp swords cut through the armour with incredible
ease, in less than one minute all the bodyguards were dead.The
assassin looked over what he had done and proceeded to the royal
carriage, determined to accomplish the mission.
The sudden silence after all the sounds of slashing and metal
hitting metal sent chills down the King's spine. What had started
as a good day for travelling in secret had become hell on
earth.He turned to his guards and motioned for his guards to
investigate, although by this time even these two battle hardened
soldiers were a little shaky as they opened the door to
A minute later two blood curdling screams of intense pain were
heard, followed by a strong clap of thunder and rain pounding
furiously like fists on a canvas drum. The King reluctantly
pulled out his dagger.He gazed back at his lovely life breathing
deeply, as his hand rested on the cold golden handle of the
carriage. This might possibly the last time he would ever see his
beloved wide. He returned to her side, kissing her on the cheek
he opened the door and stepped unto the dark open path.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the King's surroundings. Before
him stood the assassin that had killed all his men, the assassin
that would in turn kill them all if he wasn't stopped. He stood
an entire seven feet tall and had the most ornate armour any
Coronian assassin had ever worn.
The assassin spoke in an amused voice, " King Ralph, it is not an
honour to finally meet you. Here's the deal bucko, if you give
the Queen I swear on my life your death will be a swift and
painless one. However..."Before he could finish his sentence a
blue lighting bolt suddenly struck him in the side, sending him
spiralling against an old pine tree, snapping it in half upon
impact. Half the tree fell upon him.
He lifted the tree off of himself as he slowly got up, sweeping
his armour he looked up at his attacker. His attacker was a
wizard of potent power garbed in a red robe with golden dragons
embroidered at the bottom.
In the new darkness it appeared as though his hair was grey,
flying in the wind, one eye glistening silver from the moonlight
peeking through the clouds, the other eye was covered by an eye
patch. He leaned on a solid oak staff.
The assassin said in the same coy tone with a hint of anger, "
Tyronis, not that I don't like your company, but think ya can
just sit this one out and let me work my mojo here?"He hefted the
half of the tree that had fallen upon him and threw it to Tyronis
like a spear. It soared through the air supernaturally, spinning
and cutting through the stormy winds as it neared its mark.
Without even a single motion the tree suddenly stopped mid air
inches from Tyronis' face. The tree trunk floated peacefully in
the air, Tyronis looking up at the assassin smirked and sent it
back flying toward the assassin with ten times its speed.
The assassin blurred into motion, jumping on the log he ran along
it as it flew to where he had stood. Plunging his sword in the
middle he cut as he ran, cutting it in half. The trunk split and
landed hard unto the ground, sending large clouds of dust in the
Landing between both halves the assassin grabbed each half in one
hand and smashed them against the wizard with brute force,
shattering the wood into a million pieces upon impact with the
shield, large shards of wood flying everywhere.
He looked around at the mess, looking up there was a maniacal
look in his eyes, a profound and pure hatred. He charged the
wizard with a bloodlust to equal that of an entire army, only to
collide with Tyronis' shield once again.
The assassin flew head first into the ground, forming a muddy
ditch as he slid against the soft soil. Tyronis caught a quick
glimpse of the assassin's face as the mask had fallen to the
ground. He recognized him immediately and was shocked at how he
could even be here.The assassin quickly put the mask back, the
mirror affect was dirtied by the mud. Jumping to his feet he kept
up his false joviality and said, " Sorry Tyro, but you gonna die
for that one."
The assassin sheathed his sword and prepared to attack using the
black magic he had learnt from the old magic manuscripts. As a
shadow ball began to form in his hand Tyronis created a powerful
whirlwind and it snatched the assassin and brought him flying far
from the carriage.
Tyronis looked for second, he had never expected to see him again
but there he'd been, more powerful than ever. He had changed so
much since they had last departed; it was after all customary for
corpses to stay in their graves.
He walked to all the horses and untied them, whispering something
into their ears they all ran directly to the Royal stables, their
homes. He then turned to the King only to find him dying beyond
healing powers in his own puddle of blood and gore.
When the shrapnels of the wood had exploded, they had been moving
at extreme speeds and had gone everywhere. The King had many
shards in him, all nearly killing him but still no hope of saving
him. A long and painful death it would be, Tyronis would not
interfere for he had bigger matters at hand.
Stepping into the carriage he seen the Queen, panting in pain,
bed soaked as her water had broken and she was ready to go into
labour. Mustering all his power Tyronis grabbed her hand and
teleported them both to a safe location, leaving the carriage on
the deserted road that had previously been nice and sunny.
The assassin, flustered by the whirlwind summoned by Tyronis the
bastard wizard quickly returned to the carriage. There it stood
solemnly, the storm was still blaring and would not be over for
another hour or so but the assassin would be gone by then.
He rushed to the majestic carriage and flung the doors open
eagerly, sending them off their hinges. The carriage however was
vacant; the bed still warm and wet showed it had not been long
since they had left. There was nothing but a chest with over ten
million gold, food of the highest quality and other such
Going into the other carriages he explored them as well, only to
find Royal Kingdom uniforms and weapons. Now he was losing his
cool, looking around at all the corpses he noticed the King still
panting in pain against the carriage.
Lifting him over his head he screamed a demonic curse skyward,
overpowering the strong turbulent noise of the pouring rain and
thunder. He tore the King in life with incredible ease, ending
his life and his reign in less than a minute. The sound of bones
snapping resounding loudly as blood splattered upon the assassin.
He threw both halves away; suddenly he fell to the ground in
tremendous pain. A voice of pure malice filled his head, blocking
all other sounds. " You have failed me assassin, why!"
The assassin replied out loud, " My brother was here..." he
gasped for air and continued, " He is masterfully learnt in the
of the dark arts my liege..." Another ripple of burning pain
travelled across his body making him howl in pain. " He must have
teleported Queen Tania away somewhere."
The voice left for a moment, then the assassin gripped at his
chest as a wide gash started to form on the left side of his
torso. The affliction, bleeding tremendously started from the too
of his chest and descended to his stomach. He winced in pain and
The voice returned, " This scar shall remind you of your failure.
The pain with it shall endure the remainder of your unnatural
life under my command. Now I am sending Lord Krale to take
command of the mission and train you in the magic of the dark
" With his help you will become even stronger than Tyronis the
keen wizard, Take all the corpses and weapons and stuff them in
the carriages. Bring them to the Beta camp, we may find a use for
The assassin walked to the Coronian wizards, they were still
feeding the storm and when ordered the storm suddenly ceased. As
the Coronian wizards sat in the driver's seat the assassin raised
his hands and summoned skeletal creatures to replace the horses.
He had returned to his jovial old self, the pain was consistent
but he was accustomed to such pain. Walking behind the carriages
as they sped away the assassin enjoyed the warmth of the sunlight
as it dried his armour from the heavy rain.The ground was already
drying, and he walked peacefully on the old path, he was in no
rush for getting to the cavern of souls.
The Queen awoke in a large bed made of hay; she vaguely
remembered the events of the previous night. The only indication
that she had given birth was the sight of two babies placed
safely on a marble pedestal. They laid on a silk pillow to keep
them comfortable and were covered with a blanket with the Royal
Kingdom emblem upon it; a golden dragon's head. A wise and
comforting voice came from the doorway, " The birth was a
complete success. You may now call yourself a mother of twins, a
son and a daughter."
The Wizard walked into the room, in the dark it had been
difficult to see his features clearly but in the light his skin
was pale for mastering magic was no easy task. It was impossible
to tell how old he was for he looked like he was in his thirties
but yet there was something about him that seemed much older.
His seemingly dull grey hair was lustrous silver that flowed down
to his shoulders. His silver eye reflected the light giving him a
magical allure. He looked like a demigod.He continued talking, "
The International Council of Wizards of the Capital City of
Tronabia have assigned me to protect your children. And based on
these past events have led me to the conclusion that your
children shall not be raised in the castle, but in another
Before he could explain his plan further she screamed at him in a
mother's protective anger, " After all I have been through, you
take them away! Do I not have the right to keep my beautiful
children! They are mine!"
Tyronis nodded with grim understanding and answered in a voice as
soothing as he could muster, " I understand your anger your Royal
Highness, you have every right to have your children and raise
them. And under normal circumstances I am certain you would make
an excellent mother. But it cannot be for a high ranking assassin
will be anticipating that."
" Either he is observing the castle himself or Special Forces
from the Coronian Empire are doing so. No matter who is watching,
your children would not be safe, I'm sorry."Queen Tania had
calmed down a lot since her first outburst, she asked " But could
we not protect them, my husband commands the best army. Can we
not risk it?"
This had crossed Tyronis' mind but there were many reasons why
this would not work, he answered solemnly, " Alas no, that is not
possible. The dangerous assassin I was speaking of killed your
husband, and to be quite honest, he managed to kill all your
elites by himself. Your children have a far too important destiny
and must stay out of the Coronian's hands at all cost."
He paused for a moment, the importance of what he was going to
say evident in his facial expression, " If but one of your
children are captured, our entire future will be condemned to a
long period of suffering. Many will die and the world will change
" I cannot even risk teleporting them away as I did with you.
Were lucky no one tracked us down here, it is possible we were
detected. But, I can no longer risk it for there is a power here
far stronger than my own. They would be able to track it down and
send the assassin to kill them immediately."She slowly got to her
feet, exhausted by the tiring ordeal of giving birth to twins.
Her children laid there innocently. Tyronis finished by saying, "
Now name your children and we shall leave."
Queen Tania felt like falling apart, her husband was dead and the
Coronian Empire and that ruthless assassin were hunting her
children. They would be hidden away from her for their own
safety; she composed herself and named her children. Naming the
boy Adonis and the girl Jolene she kissed them on their foreheads
and left disguised as a servant to re-enter the castle.