worn traveling cloths, and after bathing in the stream, he dressed in Elvin silks, and his best leather boots. From here on he would take the road west to Argnon, and he would travel like the prince he was. The royal house of his father, and of his father's father, must be acknowledged and shown every courtesy.
The morning was still and quiet when Litlorn rode into Argnon, and then to the fairgrounds beside the castle. There were men camped all around the town and castle, and the sun would not be up for close to two more hours, but he had not expected to find so many here when he arrived. With this new development, a vantage point from the trees would offer him time observe, and plan his unannounced arrival.
The horses were hobbled near plenty of grass, and close to water, before Litlorn cast the spell to hide them. He would retrieve them later if all went well, and he would just get them and leave if it were not. The gray of morning barely illuminated the land around him when he spotted the warrior. He walked from the town in the direction of the castle, and to the garrison's gates. Had he not met the man when he accompanied his father to the borders of their kingdom, after Menimeth had saved his life, he would have known him anywhere. Though he wore a cloak, it was obvious he was a warrior, and different from the other men that now moved about the grounds. Litlorn watched as the warrior walked the fairgrounds and studied them, before returning to the gates of the garrison. As the doors to the garrison opened, and the captain of the guard exited along with his men, Litlorn decided to stay where he was and watch.
When the day's events were over, and the men who had competed in it were leaving the grounds, the prince of the western realm of the Great Elvin Kingdoms pulled his hood down over his head, and walked from the trees. The dragon of gold, which shined in the sunlight, was his objective, and he walked to the man who wore it. He did not know it then, but events were unfolding that would affect all of the races in the lands of magic. The struggle for power and control of the race of man, would decide the fate of all of the other races, and magic itself. The man he had come to find, would become his friend as well as his companion, and would remain so. Another Great War was beginning, and his part in it had just begun.
*****
Semeon went to his room in the inn, and searched through the scrolls he carried with him when he was away from Brinden. There was something about the warrior that killed Grif, which captured his attention. An old legend from a time almost forgotten, referred to a lone warrior who would begin the new age. It was a very old parchment, and he only kept certain copies of parts of the scroll with him.
As he searched, he tried to recall what was written of the old legends. There was something about the return of the king of the empire, and the second Great War, He could not remember. If he did not have it with him, he would look at the scroll when he returned to Brinden.
He did recall the first four lines of the verse, and he wondered if it was somehow related.
A Warrior from the West
And all will call him King
In the Colors of the Empire
With a Dragon Riders Ring
He repeated it several times, trying to remember the lines that followed, but in the end, he resigned to wait until he reached his home in Brinden.
He did not know it, but his life was soon to change forever.
Chapter Five
Rylee was stunned to see the dragon armor in the tavern, and the man still alive who wore it. Five good men were sent to the crossroads to ambush and kill him weeks ago. They were told he would be coming down the great road, and to bring back the head as proof of his demise.
Waiting in the shadows until news of Grif's death reached him, Rylee wondered what had happened to the ambush. Where were the men they had sent to do the job, and
The morning was still and quiet when Litlorn rode into Argnon, and then to the fairgrounds beside the castle. There were men camped all around the town and castle, and the sun would not be up for close to two more hours, but he had not expected to find so many here when he arrived. With this new development, a vantage point from the trees would offer him time observe, and plan his unannounced arrival.
The horses were hobbled near plenty of grass, and close to water, before Litlorn cast the spell to hide them. He would retrieve them later if all went well, and he would just get them and leave if it were not. The gray of morning barely illuminated the land around him when he spotted the warrior. He walked from the town in the direction of the castle, and to the garrison's gates. Had he not met the man when he accompanied his father to the borders of their kingdom, after Menimeth had saved his life, he would have known him anywhere. Though he wore a cloak, it was obvious he was a warrior, and different from the other men that now moved about the grounds. Litlorn watched as the warrior walked the fairgrounds and studied them, before returning to the gates of the garrison. As the doors to the garrison opened, and the captain of the guard exited along with his men, Litlorn decided to stay where he was and watch.
When the day's events were over, and the men who had competed in it were leaving the grounds, the prince of the western realm of the Great Elvin Kingdoms pulled his hood down over his head, and walked from the trees. The dragon of gold, which shined in the sunlight, was his objective, and he walked to the man who wore it. He did not know it then, but events were unfolding that would affect all of the races in the lands of magic. The struggle for power and control of the race of man, would decide the fate of all of the other races, and magic itself. The man he had come to find, would become his friend as well as his companion, and would remain so. Another Great War was beginning, and his part in it had just begun.
*****
Semeon went to his room in the inn, and searched through the scrolls he carried with him when he was away from Brinden. There was something about the warrior that killed Grif, which captured his attention. An old legend from a time almost forgotten, referred to a lone warrior who would begin the new age. It was a very old parchment, and he only kept certain copies of parts of the scroll with him.
As he searched, he tried to recall what was written of the old legends. There was something about the return of the king of the empire, and the second Great War, He could not remember. If he did not have it with him, he would look at the scroll when he returned to Brinden.
He did recall the first four lines of the verse, and he wondered if it was somehow related.
A Warrior from the West
And all will call him King
In the Colors of the Empire
With a Dragon Riders Ring
He repeated it several times, trying to remember the lines that followed, but in the end, he resigned to wait until he reached his home in Brinden.
He did not know it, but his life was soon to change forever.
Chapter Five
Rylee was stunned to see the dragon armor in the tavern, and the man still alive who wore it. Five good men were sent to the crossroads to ambush and kill him weeks ago. They were told he would be coming down the great road, and to bring back the head as proof of his demise.
Waiting in the shadows until news of Grif's death reached him, Rylee wondered what had happened to the ambush. Where were the men they had sent to do the job, and
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