Coundon, Coventry, West Midlands,
***PLEASE NOTE:IF YOU READ CHAPTER 9 BEFORE AND I HAVE JUST
UPDATED YOU,YOU WILL NEED TO REREAD IT, I HAD TO CHANGE IT:)***
The coronation was a fast and private affair, once Samsoon had
agreed to become King. For the leaders of Vetsom were afraid of
leaving the city without leadership for too long. Only a few
guests were present, all of whom were parliament members, apart
from Rhen, Amie and Avey. They filed into a grand hall hidden
within the castle, and took their seats. Very few spoke, all
acknowledging the importance of the day. The religious part of
the ceremony had all ready been completed behind closed doors,
and the dwarves, humans and single elf in the room all held their
breath as the crown was slowly lowered.
Rhen felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. Something
was behind her, something hostile. She turned discreetly, but saw
nothing. Yet she could feel it, feel a presence that was not
meant to be there.
Rhen stood up, and aimed a fireball against what looked like a
simple, closed door, and the whole room stood up to face her
target. The figure standing before her had not been touched by
her attack, confusing and irritating her. Through her thoughts,
she only just managed to get to the ground in time to avoid the
knock back spell. Getting up from the floor, Rhen saw that no one
else had been so fortunate.
"Kalasagg! She screamed, and a shield surrounded the company,
allowing enough time for her to speak to the mage before her.
As the smoke cleared from the destruction of the door, the figure
in the doorframe was strangely familiar to her.
"High...Sorcerer?" Rhen's confusion was apparent on her face. The
sorcerer took one look atRhen, and vanished...
"Who?" Amie questioned Rhen.
"Look, I can't tell you his name, I'm not allowed, and all I know
is that if he is against us, we are in trouble. If he is against
us, then most of Canashara's magic is against us."
"What I don't understand is why the hell he was there? It wasn't
like he did any major damage, apart from some bruises and a few
minutes of being blacked out..." Avey commented.
"He could have done much more than that if what Rhen says is
"Indeed he could have done, Amie. I mean, I'm not that scary, to
be honest. Yet I detected a flicker of recognition within his
"This is stupid. Why are we still here?" Rhen shot a fierce
glance at Avey.
"Because Samsoon wants us here. Got a problem with that?" He
shook his head.
"Am I interrupting anything?" a voice came, emerging in the
doorframe. Samsoon stood, looking at Avey uncomfortably. Avey had
a guilty look, but soon overcame it. The dwarf, still dressed in
the ancient coronation robes, sat down next to Rhen, exhausted.
"Why is it that MY coronation is sabotaged? I don't need any more
unrest. I don't need these dwarves left unable to trust me..."
"Samsoon, we need to leave as soon as possible," Amie's comment
shocked all but the dwarf for whom it was aimed.
"I agree. I really will miss you guys, but the people can't sleep
easy knowing that a group of unofficial mixed races is in the
city..." Rhen nodded, but left the room without showing her face.
Avey left Amie's room too, leaving only two members of the group
together. That number reduced to one when Samsoon left to get to
Amie stood and stroked the arch of her bow. Something wasn't
right. Why couldn't Rhen tell them who, or what, the being was?