Coundon, Coventry, West Midlands,
The floor was littered with dwarven corpses. Once great
buildings were now reduced to mere piles of ashes. A few injured
dwarves tried to stand, to leave this wicked place, and pulled
themselves along with every strength they had left in their
bodies. For some, it was too much, and they soon collapsed on the
floor, either dead or dying. The rubble of the once magnificent
castle lay still. Only one body stood out among the crowd. This
body was clothed handsomely, despite the recent financial
difficulties of Vetsom. His head was covered by a precious crown,
its jewels hanging on by mere will. The face of this particular
dwarf had been much welcome in dwarven society. He had had the
power and the popularity, as well as the strength and
intelligence to run the city with ease. However, nothing could
have stopped the force that had almost completely wiped out the
dwarf race. And the corpse of King Samsoon Urmon proved that fact
to any unwilling to accept it...
On awakening, Rhen found herself face down toward the floor, with
a terrible pain striking her head. Her palms were covered in
sweat, as well as her forehead, and she noticed how pale her face
was when she struggled up off the floor and looked in the mirror.
Rubbing her eyes, Rhen once again saw the awful visions of her
dearest friend's corpse. "It's nothing. Just my imagination..."
She said aloud to herself, but she doubted every single word. The
dreams had reappeared, but they were no longer of the past...
Samsoon sat still, running the words over and over in his head.
"I am King, I am King," He stared in silence at the marble floor
beneath him, with Avey by his side. The two had sat, speechless,
in the Court room for hours. It was Avey who decided to disturb
the air with the sound of his voice.
"Samsoon, you have to do this..." Samsoon looked up in horror at
"Yes. I know it's hard, but these dwarves need someone new.
Someone not plagued by the politics of running a city!"
"What these dwarves need is stability. I cannot give them that!"
"Yes you can! You've just proved it yourself! You know what these
people need, and you know deep down how to give it them! Look, I
could be wrong, I've only known you for three weeks, but Rhen and
Amie think you can do it too, and they've both known you for
years! What I do know, is that if you don't do this, and
something happens to this city that you could have prevented, you
will never be able to forgive yourself. Trust me, if I know
something, it is that guilt is deadly, and you won't come through
the other side the same." Samson stood up, and stared intently at
"I need to think..." Samsoon muttered and walked hastily out of
the room. Avey looked down at his hands and thought of the three
friends who had so recently accepted him. He wondered how he
could have so
easily tricked them into believing his falsehoods. Some of it, of
course was true, but he hadn't even told them his real name.
Smiling slyly at his success, he wandered out of the room,
looking for Rhen...
Amie watched the city as it rebuilt itself. The pale faces of
dwarves that roamed the streets haunted her dreams, while the
shocked faces of those of other races felt the dwarves' pain
caused her to feel the loss of the King all over again. The
children had resumed their studies, but it was still as quiet as
ever on the lonely streets. No one ever spoke or even
acknowledged each other's presence, still silently mourning the
death of their lost King. Blocks of stone were stacked as high as
the eye could see, while tons of labourers tried to save the
remnants of the demolished and charred buildings. A particular
sight caught Amie's eye; Samsoon was roaming the streets,
hindered by a large group of rowdy dwarves. She frowned and left
the room, and then the building, looking for the party
surrounding her poor friend. Of course, she should have suspected
this. The dwarves would never be happy accepting a King who
couldn't even speak their own language. It was true that Amie and
Rhen knew that their long and close friend could do the job, but
the general population would never be so easy to persuade.
"Hey!" Amie exclaimed as a particularly ugly, (and more than
likely, very drunk), dwarf punchedher in the face for absolutely
no reason. She returned the gesture willingly, and the exchange
of blows soon turned into a full blown fight. The whole mob was
against her, but Amie was still able to easily fend them off.
Samsoon noticed the brawl behind him, and instinctively reached
to fight, restraining himself only when he saw what was actually
happening. Sighing, he made his way calmly over to Amie, parting
the sea of drunken dwarves to clear a path to his companion.
"Stop!" He commanded. "Look at you, brawling like common street
thugs!" Amie blushed slightly as she knew full well there had
been no need for her to react to the first blow. "Leave it!"
"Why sh-should we lishen to you? Shupid dwarf, calling shourself
our King!" The first dwarf who had assaulted Amie spoke with a
"I do not call myself your King! I have never said that! I cannot
replace King Timetory, nor can I bring him back. But I can pick
up where he left off. So shut up, and go away, damn you!" The
dwarf stumbled away, annoyed by Samsoon's speech. "Are you OK,
"Yes! That was great Samsoon! Why do you doubt yourself so much?"
"I don't anymore. Finally, my decision has been made. To be
honest, I think I knew the answer would be yes all along!" They
smiled and the laughed as they walked back toward to castle. Rhen
had been observing the scene from her window, (she hadn't been
out of the room since the morning; she was still pretty
frightened after the dream), and smiled to herself. She knew full
well her friend could do this.
A knock at the door alerted her to the world around her.
"Urr, come in!" Rhen called. Avey Entered, sword in hand, a
grave expression onhis solemn face.
"Rhen, I need to talk to you," Rhen nodded so he continued; "I
will go straight to the point. You don't trust me, do you?" she
was slightly taken aback by his blunt words. She stood
speechless, staring at him. "I thought so..."He turned to
"Wait!" He looked back at her, "It isn't a matter of trust,
Avey. It's just we don't know each other well at all, and you
are already laying down your life for us. Why?"
"I...I wanted you to help me.I thought that if I helped you,
you would return the favour..." Once again he turned toward the
door, but this time, Rhen let him leave, doubts crawling into