Turmoil At Taramin

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
When Races are at war, can one girl save all?

Submitted: September 14, 2008

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Chapter 1

Discovery of Power

Keira was awakened by the noise, the signature clanging of metal on metal ringing in her ears. She stumbled blindly into Master Narode’s Workshop, the heat from the furnace burning into her face like the breath from a dragon.

In the workshop, hunched over the largest anvil available was a small figure, barely higher than the anvil itself. The figure was skilfully beating shape into a mysterious metal emitting an eerie green glow.

Keira was annoyed by her master’s ignorance; he ignored Keira until she was at his side, so close that they were nearly united together as one body.

“Why are you smithing at such a late hour Master?” Grumbled Keira, annoyed at being awoken at such a hour.

“You must leave at once Keira, you are in danger here” replied Master Narode, his voice hoarse as if he has been awake for hours.

“Why Master, What’s happening? Keira demanded.

“Nothing’s happening Keira, it’s already happened. The Goblins have already invaded. We are at War.

“But I will not leave you Master, I will stay and fight alongside our people!”

“You will do as I say Keira, you will take this letter to the Duke of Kasadougne, we need urgent help. The Master-at-arms says our defences will only hold for 9 days, so far we have managed to trap most of the goblins in the burial chamber, the other stray goblins have been killed.

But these tunnels weren’t built for war. I just hope Guthix, our God of Balance Smiles down upon us at these desperate times. He cannot allow such a one sided war to be fought.”

“If it’s what you want Master, I will do my best.” Sobbed Keira, rubbing her eyes to rid her of the tears.

“This Sword Keira, made of the Strongest Metals known to the Dwarven race, Godite. Capable of cleaving skin from bone, stone from stone. The thing is Keira, is that this sword, the one I have just repaired is Silverlight, the sword of Guthix. Guthix himself fought with this very sword. Undiscovered power lies within it.

You will be the person that discovers the power within this sword.

This Sword is now Yours Keira.”

“I cannot accept this Master, this Sword is too precious among our race.” Declared Keira

“You have no choice Keira. This Sword may be the only way to end this war, to end our troubles. This Sword may be your only way of escape, your only scapegoat. This Sword is more precious to you, than it is to our race Keira. You are the only person who needs this power at your fingertips. No one else.”

“I will do as you have instructed me Master, To Death Or Victory, To the End.”

“Death Or Victory, To the End.” Repeated Master Narode in a voice that showed his unease, visible to the dimmest of people.

“Goodbye Master, I hope we will meet aga…..” Keira’s voice trailed off as she broke into a low, depressing cry.”

“Be strong Keira, We will see each other again, that, I am sure of.”

Chapter 2

Mutinous Feeling

Keira departed the Dwarven Mines using a series of shortcuts. Unknown to Keira, Hundreds of beings were watching her in the form of Bats, Rats And Dwarves. The Bats watched from their lair high up on the support struts of the Dwarven made tunnels. Observing the scene of the girl they have watched for years on end leaving the Mines, maybe for the last time.

Dwarves watched in amazement, shocked that their Heir to the throne, known as Master to the Dwarven Race was leaving at such a desperate time. The Dwarves could not stand back and watch this Cowardice happen, they had to do something. It seemed that all of the Dwarves were too frightened to do anything. All of the Dwarves’ bodies were rigid and still except one, the one with a reputation of trouble.

“In our time of need, you, our future Master abandons us. Everyone else stays and fights, but you, oh no, just too high and mighty to fight for your kingdom and people.” Exclaimed the Dwarf, As Furious as an Eagle protecting its eggs.

“I have no time to waste with arguments. An urgent message needs to be taken to The Duke Of Kasadougne, one regarding the future of Taramin.” Shouted Keira, Her voice as sharp as a sword.

“Cowardice” Screamed the Dwarf, “This is just a clever ploy to let her pass.”

“If I was lying, I would have fooled you by now” Commented Keira Slyly.

“Confident are we?” Said the Dwarf, Grinning whilst Speaking.

“I wouldn’t say confident, I would say Smart.” Said Keira.

“Well, Let’s see how Smart you are at fighting shall we?”

“You Challenging Me?” Keira said, laughing.

“It would seem so, Yes!”

Keira moved so quickly, her opponent had no time to move, he barely batted an eyelid before Keira struck. Hitting him in the face with the hilt of her sword, with the force of her Master when smithing. She quickly hit the Dwarf again with a quick bash with the side of her sword blade. The Dwarf was left crumpled on the floor, too scared to move.

Keira used this moment to her advantage, fleeing the tunnel to get to her escape route, running so fast she could taste blood in the back of her throat, burning as if a reminder for what she had done to her fellow Dwarf. Keira made steady progress through the tunnels, navigating with ease; after all, she had grown up in these tunnels.

Keira took the most north-eastern exit which would mean the longer route to Kasadougne, but at least she should avoid the Goblins. For the first time in Keira’s life, she felt scared to walk through the tunnels of her Kingdom. The torch lit rooms seemed to be darker than ever and close in around her body, squeezing all the air out of her body.

When Keira finally reached the North-Eastern rope ladder she was out of breath, gasping for air, clutching her chest from the walk. Keira gathered all of her strength to climb the rope ladder, finding it increasingly difficult every rung of the ladder. Keira reached the top of the 100 Ft ladder climb absolutely Exhausted, unable to move. Keira laid there for what seemed like hours, but was in fact only minutes, Gathering her strength. When Keira felt she was up to walking, she got up steadily, still shaky on her feet. The first thing Keira noticed was the smell, A rancid mix of Death And Blood. Disgusted, Keira turned away to find her Beautiful white Stallion standing nearby watching his Rider gasp for breath with interest.

“Theodore, Here Boy” Said Keira Panting.

The horse trotted to Keira in a way of pure elegance. His coat catching the moonlight, making it shine a silvery white. Mane perfectly groomed, tail swishing in the moonlight.

Keira mounted the horse in a way she would not normally do, Scrambling up the side of it, slowed by exhaustion. When Keira was finally mounted and seated, she checked her belongings. Sword, Leather armour, Timepiece and Message. Stowed away in the horses saddlebags was food for both Keira and her horse.

Keira rode away from her home, using the eastern path to Kasadougne, riding into the Moonlight. She just hoped the Myths about the moonlight weren’t true.

Chapter 3

A Stranger Well Met

Keira was riding constantly for the whole night, drifting off into sleep while riding. When she woke, she realised she had made good progress throughout the night.

“Only 1 day left.” She said to herself quietly. “Great.”

Constant winds blew against Keira and her horse. Making riding both difficult and uncomfortable. Keira was riding towards the river, she could hear the water racing down the riverbed. She spurred her horse on, willing to get past the river, as this is a marker for one quarter of the journey. She raced past flowerbeds and trees, all a blur in her vision, taking no notice of the beauty of the countryside. All her thoughts were on passing the river.

She reached the river in a matter of minutes, proud of her journey so far, Keira treated herself to rest.

“Only Five minutes” She Thought.

Keira was eating her food, a mix of berries and leaves; a new concoction made by the Herblorists, the name of the concoction was “Salad”.

“What a strange name for a food!” Muttered Keira, utterly Perplexed.

Keira was about to leave when she heard the crunching of hooves on mud and stone, the noise grinding in her ears.

“Who are you? I Demand you tell me!” Shouted Keira.

No voice came back, Keira was worried, the north-eastern road was not travelled much especially at this time of year. Keira turned around. There was a big figure looming over her, dark eyes burning into her skull.

Keira pulled her sword from its sheath, hearing Godite against its leather sheath. She swung her sword in a wide arc, her intentions were to hit the figure with the flat side of her sword, Her Signature move.

Keira felt the sword disappear from her hands, astonished, she looked at her hands and at the area around her for the sword but it was no where to be seen. Keira looked up at the figure towering above her and realised it was no more than a man.

“How did you do that?” asked Keira, mouth still open with amazement.

“Sorcery.” Grunted the Man.

That’s when Keira saw the cape the man was wearing. The Cape Of Mages. This man was a member of the Mages’ Guild. He was not to be trifled with.

“I’m so sorry, I panicked.” Said Keira, cowering before the Mage.

“It’s the usual reaction.” Said the Mage. “It’s my Height, People get scared by it. By The Way, the name is Sedridor”

“Thank you, Sedridor, May I have my sword back?” said Keira, Putting on a brave voice.

“Certainly.” With a snap of his fingers Sedridor made Keiras’ Sword appear on the grass before her, shining as if the Magic had cleaned the blade. “There we go.”

Keira was amazed, she had heard tales of the Mages Of The Guild, but never had she seen one. She had just seen Sorcery that she had never before thought of as possible.

“Tha.. That’s Amazing” Stammered Keira, overwhelmed with amazement.

“I’ve been training for years, ever since I was a boy.” Said Sedridor with Pride.

“I can see that, you’re so good.” Said Keira With Envy.

“Thank you, Anyway, What’s a girl of your age doing riding this path so early in the morning?”

“Taramin is under attack. Goblins. We have managed to trap them in the burial chamber. But our Master-At-Arms says our defences will only hold for 9 days.” Explained Keira. “ I’m going to Kasadougne, we need help at once.”

“Im coming with you,” Said Sedridor. “Dwarves made the sword that saved my fathers life so many times. I am forever in your races debt.”

“Thank you Sedridor. I am sure I can find a place for a Mage in the war.” Keira said, smiling.

Keira was suspicious. Sedridor offering his help to the Dwarves was not right. Even if Keira’s race had made his fathers’ sword, this was not a reason to risk his life to save the Dwarves. Pondering with this thought, Keira tried her best to continue to look interested in what Sedridor was saying.

“We better get going then, if you want to make it to Kasadougne by nightfall.” Said Sedridor, eager to get going.

“Yes, lets go Theodore.” Said Keira urging her horse to get up.

When Keira and her Theodore were ready, Sedridor mounted his horse and brandished his magical staff, ready for action.

“Off we go.” Said Sedridor

Keira was unsettled by the excitement in Sedridors voice at the mention of war. Keira hoped Sedridor wasn’t the bloodthirsty type of person. The morning’s ride was pleasant, Sun beating down upon them, no wind and the smell of roses lingering at the back of their noses.

By the time nightfall came, tiredness had overcome both Keira and Sedridor, as well as their horses. The only thing that kept them going was the thought of help waiting at Kasadougne, possibly the last available help.

“Look, There’s the Kasadougne Sentry, Keira. We are nearly there, help awaits us beyond those walls.” Said Sedridor, excitement in his voice.

The sight of Kasadougne in the distance was magnificent. The high walls towering over the surrounding landscape, casting shadows over the luscious green grass. Kasadougne castle just visible over the top of the walls, darkening the skies.

“What an amazing sight.” Said Keira, astonished at the craftsmanship that must have gone into building such a wonderful castle.

“It certainly is.” Spluttered Sedridor with equal amazement.

Keira rode purposefully towards the gates, closely followed by Sedridor, who looked un-easy on his horse. The wall guards took an interest in Keira, for Dwarves rarely ventured near Kasadougne let alone within it.

Kasadougne held a certain discomfort for Dwarves that most places did not, even though only a one and a half day ride from Taramin, Kasadougne had a feeling of unexplainable heat, no one knew whether it was magic or natural heat feeding the city its warmth.

Dwarves dislike heat for two reasons. The first is that Dwarves skin is ultra-sensitive which makes Dwarves skin burn easily preventing them moving and fighting with their normal level of agility. The second, is that in direct, bright sunlight, Dwarves brains do not function properly causing them to have slower reaction times. This can be especially troublesome when fighting, causing them to be cut to pieces by an enemies sword, like a butcher chopping his meat.

“Stop, Dwarf.” Shouted a Guard, casting cautious glances at the Godite sword at Keira’s Hip.

“I have a letter for the Duke of Kasadougne.” Replied Keira, confidence shining through in her voice.

“From Whom?” Said the Guard, Puzzled.

“Master Narode of Taramin.”

“And the letter is concerning what?” the Guard asked, increasing interest showing in his voice.

“I do not think it is necessary for you to know that information.” Shouted Keira defiantly.

“Very well, you will go to the Castle accompanied by some of my guards, to keep an eye on you and the man” Said the Guard, beckoning to his fellow wall guards.

“You will keep an eye on the Dwarf and Man. You must now leave them, Understood?” Said the Guard, Sternly.

“Yes Sir” Chanted the wall guards together.

Keira, Sedridor and the guards walked silently into the city. Keira could feel the eyes of the Guards burning into the back of her head, like a red-hot poker prodding her in the back of the head.

Chapter 4

Decision Time

The streets of Kasadougne were dark, the only light source lighting the long, wide streets were lanterns hung high up on poles soaring up to the sky. Keira and Sedridor were trying to talk without the Guards listening in on their conversation, which proved to be a difficult task with the wall guards peering over their shoulders.

“Do you think we should lose them?” Keira asked Sedridor under her breath.

“Definitely, Just knock them out, you take the three on the right and I’ll take the four on the left, got it?”

“Yes.” Said Keira.

They both stopped in their tracks and turned to face the wall guards, anger in their eyes. Keira used her signature move on the first guard, knocking him down with a single blow. Keira looked over to Sedridor to find him standing with four wall guards on the floor around his feet, all immobilised. Keira was brought back down to earth by a wall guard, stabbing at her side with his sword, like a viper lunging at its prey. Keira sidestepped this attack and followed through with a quick thrust of her sword, the sword pierced the mans armour and cut through his skin like a knife through butter. Suddenly, the man seemed to be swept aside by an invisible force, taking the one remaining wall guard with him. Keira felt a vibration through her sword. That is when she realised it, this was the power Master Narode was talking about. It was her sword.


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