KMC Forums - Silverfall (A Fairy Tale of a People at War)

The thirteen year old squire was excited... if thats what one would call it excited and even alittle frightened as he went into war with his master one of the greatest knights in the kingdom of Cormyr Lord Valus Selinkai of course the squire was obviously given such a position since his father was a powerful lord of Cormyr. The boy stood and was amazed as his master charged into combat a silver light striking down the black darnkness of his foes armor. He fought bravely and valiantly and every thing a young boy was supposed to aspire to be. The battle surged and the prince watched when something happened... his master... in the blink of an eye... six arrows... from the heavens... it happened out of nowhere! And he was gone... they fired into his back and his neck and his throat.

Calin the boy prince was no more a boy after that sight... he dident know what it ment to be naive at that single second any thought of childhood dreams were shattered... war wasent a thing of good or evil and all he knew was he had to fight! He grabbed the sword of his master slashing through the darkness....

(Seven Years Later)

Calin Morgoniver... a young commander of Cormyr watched as several troops moved. His sword sitting at his hip was old and damaged... but he kept it as his most beloved possession... his master's sword. He sighed and looked to his troops... it was snowing how ironic that such a beautiful veiw was once a bloody and terrible thing... but the war was over. It was odd his days of youth were spent in war and he had just become a man... only to be without the only thing he had known before hand.

Black hair sat down to his low cheeks and light armor covered his body he sat lightly upon an ebon horse his eyes were a dark brown and his skin a strongly taned color. His face was unshaven but not bearded simply needed touching up. Though he saw something in the distance... a manor house... an image of him as a little boy... its so beautiful... home and he was home... it was a feeling supriseingly alien to him... but one he greeted happily none the less.