Coundon, Coventry, West Midlands,
"You wanted to see me, sire?"
"Yes, Hacona, I did. The boy, where is he?"
"His pattern suggests he is heading toward Vetsom. We have scouts
out to find him"
"Damn to his parents, causing us this much trouble."
"The boy was obviously going to become a paladin. If we had kept
him we probably would have been in even more trouble than we are
"Pacis Quod Merisicordia cannot afford any more of this. See to
it that your scouts find him."
"Yes, sire!" The Commander backed out of the hall, and began to
set his men to work, afraid of what the king would say if he
failed. Let's just say, he did not want to find out...
A stern and aging wizard looked down at Rhen. Her portal hadn't
fully worked, and had been pretty rough, sending her spiralling
and hitting the ground with enough force to knock her
unconscious. Coming round, Rhen felt dizzy, but knew she could
"Where's my horse?" Rhen groaned. A hoarse voice answered.
"Being looked after by the castle grounds keepers. The king wants
to see you." The woman pulled Rhen up, and then nodded towards
two people standing in the doorway.
"Amie! Samsoon!" Rhen exclaimed as her vision cleared and she was
able to make out the figures of her two best friends. They smiled
and ran to her.
"What are you guys doing here?"
"No idea", replied Samsoon. Amie simply shook her head.
"A mystery…How fun" Rhen said, more than slightly sarcastically.
"Your luggage is already in your room. You two, show her to it!"
Amie rolled her eyes and grabbed Rhen by the hand, dragging her
through corridors. After Rhen's eyes finally finished focusing
and her head stopped spinning, she began to admire the scenery
with awe. Pillars and towers sparkled in the moonlight, and the
constant trees and gardens within the city walls were outstanding
to look at, despite the diminished light. The buildings ranged in
size and features, from small shacks, to large palaces with
young, pretty girls hanging out of window, laughing at the
streets below. Birds and other small creatures pecked and poked
at large hats and scraps of food on the streets. Eventually, they
came to a long river that flowed through the entire city, and
across the water, white with the reflection of the moon, was the
city keep. The building was the largest they had seen so far, and
also the most magnificent. However, the outside was nothing
compared to the inside. Carpets of royal red thread covered the
floors, while the walls were coloured with majestic flavours, and
gold wall decorations covered the walls and precious items made
of metals that are likewise precious were on tables on the sides
of the corridor. On either side of the corridor, passages and
doors led to an array of different rooms and gardens. Eventually,
Amie, Rhen and Samsoon came to a circular room with four doors.
Samsoon went to his own room after hugging Rhen, and Amie pointed
Rhen toward her room.
"Thanks, Amie! See you later"
"See you Rhen…" Rhen opened her door. The room in which Rhen was
to stay in was almost an exact replica of her orphanage room.
Clean sheets on the bed, a desk and chair, with a window next to
the bedstand. But the furniture was more elaborate, and obviously
comfier. Her satchel she had attached to Midnight was on the bed
with a note on top.
Dear Rhen Sachem,
You will be lodging here for about two weeks, so feel free to
unpack and get integrated into your surroundings.
There was no name on the note, and Rhen began to unpack, while
dwelling on who could have attached it. The handwriting looked
like her own, which had changed after she studied magical runes.
Therefore, Rhen supposed it was probably written by the mage she
had woken up to. However, exhausted from her earlier fall, Rhen
lay down on the bed and fell asleep…
A young girl ran up and jumped onto a bed. A man was sleeping on
the bed, covered in sweat and trying his best to cuddle his
little girl, but was unable to. A man dressed in magnificent
clothing entered the room and removed the girl from the bedside.
The King whispered to his friend, and told him his little girl
would be O.K. But the man heaved a deep breath, before releasing
it and taking in no more. The king picked up the dark skinned elf
girl and gave her a squeeze, before handing her to the Brother in
front of her. He took her in his arms and whispered a
"What is her name?"
"Rhen Sachem, an elf, with possible magical attributes."
Brother Aam took the child out of the keep, and into the
A stream of light pouring in through Rhen's window woke her up.
Grateful for being allowed to wake up when she wanted to, she
slowly got up. No shrill bell to answer to, Rhen dressed at her
own pace, pondering her dream. She had always had dreams about
her father and mother, but they had always been alive when she
had done so, with herself, happy and living all together. A
child's dream about her lost parents. But recently, she had begun
to remember what actually happened, and it stung her mind to
think of it. A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts,
"Rhen... Samsoon wants you!" came Amie's voice.
"Coming!" Rhen, dressed in a short, blue and purple dress, (It
was too hot to wear a heavy robe), came out of her room and
greeted Amie, who was dressed in similar attire, but her dress
was green, and was fitted to allow herself to have a quiver and
bow on her back. She wasn't armed, so Rhen put her daggers down
on the desk behind her. Amie enquired how Rhen was feeling, and
Rhen was optimistic in her reply that she was. Then, Rhen skipped
other to Samsoon's door, and knocked, wondering why he would want
her first thing when she woke up. After a minute or two passed,
and Samsoon didn't answer, Rhen knocked again harder. This time
the door opened, with the dwarf on the other side. Her height
compared to Samsoon's made it hard to imagine that the two could
"Rhen, come in," Rhen entered the room with Samsoon in front,
staring at the walls. The room had been decorated exactly how she
had expected it to be. Posters of the Dwarf band, LittleBig'uns,
who often played in the centre of Vetsom, the Dwarf city, and in
the main court of Malwrym, were plastered all over the walls, His
clothes were thrown around the room, and his guitar was propped
up against his bed. A stereotypical dwarf's room.
"So, wassup?"Rhen was concerned when his expression suddenly
"Rhen, Amie..."Before Samsoon could finish, Amie entered the room
and interrupted the conversation.
"The King wants to see us-now" The three of them left the room
and met the Lieutenant Colonel Genba Milriat. The human looked
somewhat nervous when his eyes met Rhen. Rhen herself felt
uncomfortable, and tried to avoid eye contact.
"Follow me," They did as they were told, and admired the scenery
as they went through even more elaborate parts of the keep.
Eventually, even Rhen lost track of all the twists and turns they
encountered as they moved throughout the corridors.
"Out of interest," Rhen interrupted the silence, "How did you
guys know I'm here?"
"We were told that you had arrived. To be honest, we wanted to
know if you knew anymore about this whole affair than we did."
"I got a letter, just asking me to come here by order of King
"Samsoon and I were the same."
"This whole thing is weird. Well hopefully
this…will…sort…things…out…" An indescribable room lay before
them. Pillars of gold lay either side of a pathway through a
grand hall. Workers and scribes dressed in almost regal attire
walked hastily in between these pillars, seeing to their
business. At the end of this hall, a throne, covered in golden
drapes made of majestic fibres, had its occupant sit up at the
sight of the three teenagers. He clapped his hands, and
immediately, the bustling and noise of the people in the room
ceased. The Lieutenant Colonel beckoned for Rhen to walk forward,
followed by Amie, and then Samsoon. The elf on the throne, who
Rhen and Samsoon had immediately recognised as King Cameterie
Kocure, (The King had helped a lot with the dwarf population in
Shen (Where Samsoon grew up), during the Vetsom civil war, which
is why Samsoon knew who he was), and Amie soon identified him
after, spoke in a grand voice, full of confidence and, as soon as
he spoke, you felt an imposing presence.
"Rhen Sachem, Amie Hammer and Samsoon Urmon. The three of you
together is no mere coincidence. However, that is a story for
another time. For the time being, you need to focus on the job at
hand, rather than philosophy and prophecies. I need you to
retrieve and artefact for me."
"Sire, with all respect, we are sixteen, and Amie still fifteen.
What can we do that your seasoned warriors cannot?" Rhen was the
first to interrupt the King, and received glares from members of
the crowd. However, Rhen held her nerve and ignored them.
"I cannot explain, young mage. My mind is made up. There will be
no further discussion on the topic." Stern words they were, and
Rhen and Amie were set back by them. Samsoon instinctively
reached toward his axe, as he always did when he felt scared, or
when an attack was imminent. The three bowed before the King and
then left the room. Samsoon was unusually quiet, and Rhen had a
good idea why.
"Well, I'm going for some target practice, we probably going to
need it, coming, Rhen?"
"Will you be Ok Samsoon?" Samsoon nodded at Rhen, before heading
off to his room with the Lieutenant Colonel. Amie and Rhen
followed when they remembered that they needed to pick up their
bows from their rooms (and in Rhen's case, a few pieces of
parchment too). The corridors were just as confusing as before,
and Rhen assumed that this was probably a different route, as
many of the paintings did not match what she had seen previously.
Arriving in her room, Rhen found that her old knifes and bow was
still there, but there was also two new, shining daggers and a
proper, Elvin bow made of fine materials. Holding it up, she
noticed that her name had been engraved in the wood. She smiled
and grabbed her quiver, daggers and parchment. On closing her
door, she saw Amie with a great big grin on her face, holding a
new bow. It was even more majestic than Rhen's, and the two of
them walked through the castle with their weapons, talking the
"You failed, Hacona. You are lucky you do not share the same fate
as your scouts."
"Sire, if you please, the boy is on the road to Vetsom, and the
trolls have sparked up a war with the dwarfs. We cannot travel
the roads without encountering ambush after ambush."
"I have provided you with the finest soldiers, scouts and mages
from our arsenals, let alone members of the High Arcane Council.
If you cannot handle it, then I shall just have to find a
"NO! Sire, I will get the boy. We will leave tomorrow, and not
return till we have him"
"Good, otherwise, you know what will happen..."
An arrow landed straight on where the heart would be on an enemy.
Rhen stepped up and hit the same target.
"So, Amie, your parents ok with this?"
"Ummmm well, they don't actually know about it."
"Well, you know I never liked them, well when we left school, I
went home when they were out, grabbed my things, and came to
Malwyrm. I was living in a house when I got my summons. Samsoon
was with me because his mother never came home to meet him. He
has no idea what happened to her, so don't mention it, please."
"Well, you hated your parents, especially your mother, but for
Samsoon... His father's still on the front line isn't he?"
"Yes" Rhen couldn't portray how sorry she felt for Samsoon. She
had lost her parents at such a young age she didn't even remember
them, but Samsoon had known them all his life.
"What about your parents, Amie? Surely they must be worried?"
"Doubt that." Amie avoided eye contact for a few minutes of
uncomfortable silence. The two of them took turns throwing
arrows, and in Rhen's case, spells at the dummies at the first
underground level of the keep.
"Rhen, what do you reckon that we have to get, this artefact?"
"No idea, but we don't need to know. If we did, we would have
been told" Rhen doubted her words as she said them, "But I do
know something. We need to be getting back soon, otherwise
Samsoon and the guards will think we've been kidnapped or
something. They'll send a whole army after us" Amie laughed at
this. The both of them knew this was only because there wasn't
much to laugh at anymore. They made their way back to their
rooms, and quickly made their goodbyes. Rhen checked with the
guards that Samsoon was in his room, before returning to her own
room. She wasn't sure how she was going to cope with two weeks of
Children of ages as young as eight, dressed in varying yet
similar uniforms, all dictating what classes they belonged in,
ran through halls, while the older ones, dressed in respectable
attires that had badges of status and achievement all over,
walked calmly and proudly through the halls. Three students of
fifteen laughed as they walked with unchallenged pride. They wore
the highest clothes of each of their classes, and each of these
sets of clothes was different. One of the girls wore a sea blue
robe, with many badges dedicated to arcane magic achievements.
The other girl wore a tunic, with a bow and quiver on her back,
again with numerous badges. The boy wore heavy mail with a mace
on his back. He had the least badges, but he was still extremely
proud of them. As they parted in a three way corridor, they
smiled, wishing that these times of harmony would never end. But
as they reached their classroom, they were all told of a war that
they were supposedly destined to fight in after their period of
study. The halls no longer echoed joyful laughter, but the
footsteps of superior students being taken to join an army that
would never return...
Rhen awoke scared of the vision she had just had. Her time at the
Alroom Academy with Amie and Samsoon had parts that she never
wanted to remember or see again. One day, she thought, you could
meet someone, the next day, they would be gone. She and her
friends were lucky, but not everyone was so fortunate. Becoming
scared of her own mind, which was trying to torture her with her
worst memories, the majority of which so far she did not even
knew she had, Rhen tried once again to ignore the dreams, but it
was becoming harder with every new one. She left the room, fully
equipped with weapons, as concern was gripping her and providing
her with fear...