It was a stormy night, heavy laden with rain. A muddy road full of bumps and potholes, they were suddenly disturbed by the thundering hooves of two white stallions pulling a royal carriage. These were the finest stallions of the Royal stables, with rippling pure muscles. But these attributes failed to assist the struggling stallions as they charged against the opposing forces of the northern winds, pulling a heavy carriage.
This nearly untraversable road was rarely used except by the most rugged travellers in dire circumstances. Despite the drawbacks the road had no traffic to hinder the stallions' required speed and offered the secrecy the passengers sought. The road led directly to a small merchant village. However there was an offshot on this road, a secret path used only by the royalty. A path to the castle.
They were shaken out of this state when a loud noise of breaking wood sounded and the carriage came to a violent and sudden stop. The King turned to his guards, motioning them to investigate. A minute later two blood curdling screams 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 wife breathing deeply, as his hand rested upon the carriage handle. This could be the last time he would ever see his wife again. He kissed her and stepped unto the dark open path.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the King's surroundings. Before him stood a man standing an astonishing seven feet tall, towering over the two fallen guards. He was dressed in sleek black armor that covered him from head to toe, a red cloak was wrapped around his waist, his shoulders adorned with golden armor. He bore a helm bearing the sign of the Coronian Empire; a King Cobra's head, fangs barred.
In his right hand, he held a six-foot long sword with gold, ruby and diamond filigree covering the hilt in beautiful yet menacing patterns. The end of the hilt formed the same King Cobra as the helm, fangs and all. He spoke in an insidious voice more chilling than the stormy winds themselves, " Hand over Queen Tania and I swear with my life I will make certain your death is a swift and painless one."
Out of nowhere a blue bolt of lightning struck the assassin, striking his side. Sending him spiraling hard against an old pine tree, breaking it in half upon impact. Half of the tree collapsed upon the assassin, but he tossed it aside and jumped to his feet, glaring angrily with glowing red eyes at his attacker. His attacker was a wizard dressed in a red robe with golden dragons embroidered at the bottom. In the dark the wizard seemed to have long grey hair.
One eye glistening silver from the moonlight peeking through the clouds and the other was covered by a patch. He leaned on a solid oak staff. The assassin spoke with a venomous tone, " Keep your nose out of my business, Brother!" He hefted the half of the tree that had fallen upon him into his hand and threw it like a spear toward the wizard. Without even a simple motion of the hand the trunk stopped halfway to its target. The tree trunk floating in the air the wizard smirked and the tree trunk flew back toward the assassin with ten times its original speed.
The assassin jumped on the log as it flew and ran along the trunk cutting it in half with his sword. The trunk split and landed on the ground. Landing between the two halves the assassin grabbed the two pieces and smashed them against the Wizard with brute force, shattering the two halves into millions of pieces upon impact with the wizard's energy shield.
He growled and charged at the Wizard with the bloodlust of an entire army, only to collide with the energy shield once more. The assassin flew head first into the ground, forming a muddy ditch as he slid against the soft soil. The assassin quickly jumped to his feet, pointing at the Wizard, " You are going to die coward!" The assassin sheathed his sword and prepared to attack using magic when the Wizard created a whirlwind and it snatched the assassin and dragged him far away from the carriage.
The assassin, flustered by the whirlwind, quickly returned to the carriage. There it stood solemn and still, he rushed to it and flung the door eagerly sending it off its hinges, only to find gold, food, and supplies. The Queen was gone. He picked up the King's corpse and lifted it above his head and screamed a demonic curse skyward, overpowering the strong voice of the pouring rain and thunder. He tore the corpse in half, the sound of bones cracking resounding loudly as blood splattered upon the assassin. He threw both halves away; suddenly he fell to the ground in pain. A voice of pure malice filled his head, blocking all other sounds, " You have failed me slave, why?" doubling the assassin's pain.
The voice left for a moment, then the assassin gripped his chest as a wide gash started to form on the left side of his torso. The affliction started from the top of his chest and continued below to his stomach. He winced in pain and screamed thunderously. The voice returned, " This scar will be a reminder of your failure.
The pain with it shall endure for the remainder of your unnatural life. Now I am sending Lord Krale to assist you in your mission and to train you in the magic of the dark arts. With his help, you will become stronger than your keen brother. I have sentries to watch the castle. Take the carriage to the Beta Camp, we shall use it to our advantage."
The wheels magically repaired themselves and two skeletal creatures emerged from the ground, replacing the stallions. The assassin sat at the reigns and led the carriage at full speed to the Beta Camp hidden deep in the cavern of souls.The Queen awoke in a large bed made of rough hay; she vaguely remembered the events of the preceding 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 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 stepped into the room, in the dark it had been difficult to see his features but in the light his skin was pale for mastering magic was no easy task.
Although he was only thirty years old, his features placed him well beyond his years. His seemingly dull gray hair was a lustrous silver that flowed down to his shoulders with the perfection of a river. His silver eye reflected the light giving him a magical allure. He looked like a demigod.
The Wizard nodded in grim understanding and answered, " I understand your anger your Royal Highness, you have every right to have your children and raise them, as I am certain you would do an excellent job. But it cannot be, for the assassin, my brother whose name I shall not reveal, will be anticipating that. Either he is watching himself or the Coronian Empire has sent sentries. Either way it is not safe for your children."
Queen Tania felt like falling apart, her husband was dead and her children were being taken away from her. She composed herself and named her son Adonis and her daughter Jolene. She kissed her children and left disguised as a servant to re-enter the castle.