Coundon, Coventry, West Midlands,
King Timetory and his dwarves fought hard and long. He had
noticed the dwarf among the group of teenagers that had
approached him fought with honour, but the King had not
recognised him as a member of any families he knew. Someone who
fought so well was surely from a noble family. And as the King
began to consider this, he saw at troll aim for the boy's friend.
Too far to do anything, all King Timetory could do was watch as
the dwarven boy arrived too late...
Samsoon dashed toward Rhen. He had not seen the troll before it
had attacked Rhen, and he feared it was already too late. He saw
blood stain Rhen's robe as the troll's dagger met with the flesh
surrounding her heart. Samsoon charged and tackled the troll by
jumping on top of it with tremendous force. The attacker was
immediately knocked unconscious, and Samsoon hurried to see Rhen.
She was on the floor, clutching her chest. But the dagger that
had been used to puncture the skin was not still lodged between
flesh and blood, and this made Samsoon hope that maybe it hadn't
penetrated deep enough to kill her. Amie also came running over
to see what was going on, and spoke in horror as she saw what had
happened."Rhen..." Amie could not finish her sentence as a lump
in her throat prevented her from doing so. Rhen slowly removed
her hand to show them the wound. It was bad, but Amie was sure
that it had not done enough damage to kill Rhen. Amie nodded at
Samsoon who reluctantly returned to fighting, and then dragged
Rhen out of the room. Upon closer inspection, Amie was convinced
that the blade that had belonged to a hideous troll had not
killed her dearest friend. And as the sound of clashing metal
from the other room soon died down, Rhen was almost able to
smile. Even when death was so near, she had not been snatched
from life's clutches...
"Ouch, don't do that!" Rhen flinched as Amie applied a dark green
ointment to the mage's wound.
"Well don't put so much of that on me!" Rhen nodded toward the
small tube of ointment on the table. Samsoon and Avey were out
helping the King with a small yet dangerous pack of trolls that
had breached the gates, so Rhen had a chance to talk freely about
Avey with Amie.
"Umm, Amie, what do you think of Avey?" Amie shrugged in response
as she applied a small bandage to Rhen's wound.
"Well, to be honest, I have no idea why you let him come with
us!" Rhen had never heard her friend speak with such a blunt tone
and she took it by surprise. "Rhen, I'm sorry..."
"No it's O.K. I'm having second thoughts too..."
"Well, he's too...too...too perfect," Rhen struggled to find a
word that would not portray the fact she knew more because of her
dream. She did not want Amie of all people to find out about the
"What makes you say that?" Amie finished with Rhen's bandage and
collected her supplies before sitting down on a table opposite
"Well, he claims that he's the leader of this big rebellion
thing, but you're a human Amie, Pacis Quod Merisicordia is too
big for one boy to make even a dent..."
"Pacis Quod Merisicordia...Do you know what the name means in the
old human tongue, Latin?"
"No..." Rhen thought hard and searched her brain for the answer,
but she couldn't find it. It seemed odd to her as she had studied
Chiansha's history extensively during her time at school.
"It means Peace and Mercy... The most ironic name in the history
"What makes you say that?"
"After the battle for Zams-Shen, the humans who lost began to
build that city, but it was based on warfare and slaughter. They
have never been peaceful or merciful, and never will be..." Rhen
and Amie both remained silent for a few moments, before
continuing on the subject of Avey.
"Well... He just feels too good to me. We need to keep an eye on
"I already have been Rhen..." Amie confessed, and the two looked
at each other for a while, without talking. After spending a long
time with someone, you can almost see straight through them, and
that's what the two friends did while they waited for Samsoon and
"AMIE!" someone screamed for Amie in a voice that was immediately
recognisable as Samsoon. Amie grabbed her bow and made for the
door of the small palace room. Rhen struggled to get up to follow
Amie, but Amie immediately pushed Rhen back down onto the bed.
"You were almost killed there, Rhen. I'm not letting you fight
"I'll stay back Amie..."
"No, you won't. If you dare try and follow me than I don't know
what I'll do," Rhen sighed sat back down. She knew she wasn't
going to win this one. But as Rhen listened to the viscous battle
cries of the trolls mixed with the high spirited dwarven ones,
she feared for her friends' life more than ever...
"Gotcha!" Amie exclaimed as her arrow hit the target perfectly.
Avey made his way up to her as trolls approached the hunter. He
might not feel inclined to reveal his secrets, but he wasn't
about to let someone who had been so kind so as to accept him get
hurt or possibly killed. He stood to the side of Amie and engaged
in hand to hand combat with trolls who tried to stop the hunter
who was slowly killing off their forces one by one. Amie watched
Samsoon do so, and she found it strange that someone she was very
unsure and uneasy about, should risk his life to help her. She
knew full well that was what he was doing. She knew every time
any of them engaged in combat that they could die. Rhen had
proved that earlier in the morning. But as the trolls finally
were all finished off, Amie realised that they were extremely
lucky not to be dead already. They had been sent out on a fool's
mission and were doomed to failure...