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rode back up to the front of the
wagon train. Lanvar dismounted and entered back into the carriage. The others
took care of his steed and the crates of the fruit.
Zildjin stood, transfixed, looking at the small token in his
hand.
“Well, get back on the wagon!” Soren called, bringing the
boy out of his stupor.
Zildjin jumped back in just as the wagon in front of them
began to move.
“Forward ho!” Soren cried, whipping the reins.
“What is it?” Marc asked after he helped Zildjin up.
Zildjin sat down, still looking at the gift, still
mystified. “He gave me something, I cannot believe it!”
He held up the artifact so Marc and Sesuadra could see it.
It was a silver medallion that fit easily in the palm of
Zildjin’s hand. One side of the pendant had strange but beautiful markings on
it and the other had a small figure embossed on its surface. The figure was
dainty, dressed in extravagant flowing robes with wings almost like that of a
butterfly on its back. Marc could not tell whether the figure was male or
female from its features, but it was a stunning piece of artwork.
“It is of the Fae Ones,” Sesuadra whispered, inspecting the
item.
“The Fae Ones?” Soren asked, “They disappeared at the start
of the War of Power, everyone knows that.”
“True,” Zildjin chided in, “But some still believe they will
return again. Some even claim to see them from time to time!”
“To spy a Fae One would be extremely unlikely, and if a
person did truly see one, that person would be exceedingly lucky.”
Zildjin continued to stare at the coin for a long time.
He finally, carefully placed the item inside his pocket,
patting it with an open hand to make sure it was safe.
Chapter Six
Eyes of Silver
They ate more food when the sun was
halfway through the sky.
Marc noticed that the day seemed to stretch on forever, he
was very hungry by the time Soren ordered some food and drink to be broken out
and distributed. Marc hungrily tore away at some cold meat that seemed overly
salty but still edible, mostly because of his hunger.
“Who was that man, why is he so important? And what is a
relic hunter?”
Zildjin had taken out the small token again and was fiddling
with it between his fingers. He opened his mouth as if to answer. After several
moments of silence, he seemed to give up and turned to Sesuadra for answers.
Sesuadra acknowledged that he was spoken to but seemed deep
in thought, sorting out how he wanted to say what he wanted to say.
Soren finally broke the silence.
“Best way to say it, is to start at the beginning, when the
Freelands were formed. The greatest victory the Freelanders had against the
Terragurion might was at Rawson’s Pass. The Noble Kingdom finally withdrew for
good and the Freelanders had their freedom. With the war behind them the
Freelanders had the monumental task of creating places to live, farm, and grow.
After many cycles passed and the cities developed, people began to remember the
old times and the magic it held. Tales of lost ancient treasures and magical
riches to be found in the Wildlands began to circulate and explorers began
investigating. It was dangerous work, however, so people began to train
specifically for that livelihood and relic hunting was born. Usually relic
hunters work alone, but sometimes they band together in small groups. Eventually
Guilds were formed, small at first, until they grew all through-out the
Freelands, and even into Independent Dominion. Today there are three major
Guilds.”
“Reclaimers, Crimson Accord, and Guardian Alliance,” Zildjin
jumped in quickly, “Lanvar’s father founded the Reclaimers.”
“Correct,” Sesuadra seemed a little annoyed at the
interruption but continued, “membership to these three guilds is very
restrictive. They are awarded only to those Relic Hunters who fulfill entry requirements,
which change depending on the Guild.”
“And they come to Kolima to celebrate
wagon train. Lanvar dismounted and entered back into the carriage. The others
took care of his steed and the crates of the fruit.
Zildjin stood, transfixed, looking at the small token in his
hand.
“Well, get back on the wagon!” Soren called, bringing the
boy out of his stupor.
Zildjin jumped back in just as the wagon in front of them
began to move.
“Forward ho!” Soren cried, whipping the reins.
“What is it?” Marc asked after he helped Zildjin up.
Zildjin sat down, still looking at the gift, still
mystified. “He gave me something, I cannot believe it!”
He held up the artifact so Marc and Sesuadra could see it.
It was a silver medallion that fit easily in the palm of
Zildjin’s hand. One side of the pendant had strange but beautiful markings on
it and the other had a small figure embossed on its surface. The figure was
dainty, dressed in extravagant flowing robes with wings almost like that of a
butterfly on its back. Marc could not tell whether the figure was male or
female from its features, but it was a stunning piece of artwork.
“It is of the Fae Ones,” Sesuadra whispered, inspecting the
item.
“The Fae Ones?” Soren asked, “They disappeared at the start
of the War of Power, everyone knows that.”
“True,” Zildjin chided in, “But some still believe they will
return again. Some even claim to see them from time to time!”
“To spy a Fae One would be extremely unlikely, and if a
person did truly see one, that person would be exceedingly lucky.”
Zildjin continued to stare at the coin for a long time.
He finally, carefully placed the item inside his pocket,
patting it with an open hand to make sure it was safe.
Chapter Six
Eyes of Silver
They ate more food when the sun was
halfway through the sky.
Marc noticed that the day seemed to stretch on forever, he
was very hungry by the time Soren ordered some food and drink to be broken out
and distributed. Marc hungrily tore away at some cold meat that seemed overly
salty but still edible, mostly because of his hunger.
“Who was that man, why is he so important? And what is a
relic hunter?”
Zildjin had taken out the small token again and was fiddling
with it between his fingers. He opened his mouth as if to answer. After several
moments of silence, he seemed to give up and turned to Sesuadra for answers.
Sesuadra acknowledged that he was spoken to but seemed deep
in thought, sorting out how he wanted to say what he wanted to say.
Soren finally broke the silence.
“Best way to say it, is to start at the beginning, when the
Freelands were formed. The greatest victory the Freelanders had against the
Terragurion might was at Rawson’s Pass. The Noble Kingdom finally withdrew for
good and the Freelanders had their freedom. With the war behind them the
Freelanders had the monumental task of creating places to live, farm, and grow.
After many cycles passed and the cities developed, people began to remember the
old times and the magic it held. Tales of lost ancient treasures and magical
riches to be found in the Wildlands began to circulate and explorers began
investigating. It was dangerous work, however, so people began to train
specifically for that livelihood and relic hunting was born. Usually relic
hunters work alone, but sometimes they band together in small groups. Eventually
Guilds were formed, small at first, until they grew all through-out the
Freelands, and even into Independent Dominion. Today there are three major
Guilds.”
“Reclaimers, Crimson Accord, and Guardian Alliance,” Zildjin
jumped in quickly, “Lanvar’s father founded the Reclaimers.”
“Correct,” Sesuadra seemed a little annoyed at the
interruption but continued, “membership to these three guilds is very
restrictive. They are awarded only to those Relic Hunters who fulfill entry requirements,
which change depending on the Guild.”
“And they come to Kolima to celebrate
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