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As the
sunlight formed the hills and the pasture over the small village of Erthel the
streets begun to fullfill with life. The men walk to the fields and begin the
work of the day while the children and the women cleans the houses. The smaller
kids tweekingly running on the yards of houses by the time the little girls are
helping around the house. Like in a tale, a truly happy little village with all
the goodness.
The air was
full with children laugh and fresh baked bread's smell. As the day gone by a
small pack of flags and spears appeared on the horizon. It was a long time when
there were visitors from the local noble and as the peasants saw on the fields
these banners were purple. Deep dark purple with a golden phoenix on the upper
left corner. The locals knew that this banner belongs to the royal court of
Ros'Khan.
Suddenly a
pack of horse archers rode into the village's main square. The local baron led
them. He was to welcome the royal guests. As the lances and flags got closer to
the village the peasants dropped their tools and ran back to see the mounted
companion.
The baron
were waving with his hand to welcome the band but his smile just become ice as
he saw that no royal nor noble was in the companion. Only one of the Royal
Guard's Captain.
Without a
single notice to the local landlond he started - We are
looking for Urak! Give him or DIE! - shouted like a mad dog. The local lord
knew him. Urak was a young man. Mostly still a boy. His parents were killed
during the 200 year wars. He lived in the village as an orphan making his
living by helping the farmers. As he grew up the landlord took him in his
service as he saw the boy not that dumb as a usual farmer. He was somehow
special. - What dou you want from Urak?
- asked the landlord.
- Who are you? - the Captain replied.
- I am Dahan the lord of this people, noble
and landlord of Erthel, Argak villages and lord of Castle Oak. And who are YOU?
Questioning for my apprentice?
- My name is Captain Womak Urdel. Captain of
the Royal Guard's XXI Divison. Sorry for the misunderstood of your belongings
sire. - as they speak the local farmes encircle them eagerly thirsty for
news from the kingdom. - The king -
the captain continued - is looking for
people good with the knife.
- So bring him the chef, haha haha - a
peasant started to laugh and with him the crowd too. Dahan were a bit
suspicious. - I do not really know what are you talking about - said Dahan - but let me hostel you in my castle and while
we eat I'll call for Urak.
The mountains
on the west grew even bigger as the sun gone down. The landlord's men and the
Royal Guard troops slowly ambled through the falling fog in the way of a castle
siluet on the eastern forest. ...
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