Crossing of the Two Lords

Note: This is one of those stories where I make it up as I go...and I have thoughts going through my head every minute, so please don't add anything, unless you ask me. I am always happy to hear suggestions on what they would like to see. It might take me some time to post since I am currently working on four other stories. So please bare with me. The first chapter will be posted differently. I generally don't like to post something and then the story...just isn't me...

"-Why should we listen to some stranger from a far off place?" questioned a man from a balcony. "For all we know you could be some spy sent here from the dwarves and elves!"

"I am here to warn you of great danger coming from the east. Please you must listen to me. What comes is greater than all of the armies of Pazour. You must bare arms with your brethren once more, under one banner before they arrive." said the man in the center of the floor desperately.

"How do you know of this information then?" asked another man from the balcony.

The man on the center floor was growing impatient. He had come here to warn them of the trouble he foresaw. Yet how were they going to believe him. They know nothing of Prophets, because the race of man has been growing ignorant, and blind. Why couldn't it be as easy as believing him. Of course he knew it wouldn't. The race of men despise the elves and the dwarves too much to care what happens to Pazour. He had to get through to them somehow before the Northern Lights appeared. By then if he didn't succeed then their world will be gone.

"I know this information because I am-" he started out. He hesitated. He wasn't sure on what he was getting himself into. "I am...a prophet. My name is Kheleg of the northern lands. I was sent here-"

"You know...I really don't care who you are...prophet or not, you have some nerve on presenting such far fetched prediction. Nothing stands a chance against the army of Naor Nonga. You should keep that in mind prophet." said a man sitting in his throne.

"Sire, with all do respect...if you do not take action by the Northern Star appears at midnight, then you and your kingdom will be lost forever. If you do not heed my warning, then I am afraid that no one will be able to save your kingdom. The threat that comes will stop at nothing, so they must be dealt with before they get here. Make peace with the dwarves of the west and the elves of the east. I beg you to make-"

"I do not think it is wise to make all these assumptions without...valid proof." said a man to the king's right.

The prophet was getting restless. He didn't see how they needed proof when they have a prophet in front of them. He had nothing to show them that will make them believe him. He was trying to stop a war coming, and all he gets is ignorant behavior. His master was right as usual. He told him not to bother with the prophecy. Men wouldn't listen to a prophet, because they feared us, or because they are too blind with their greed.

"I-" started out the prophet nervously. He didn't know what he was going to tell them. He remained quiet for a few minutes.

"Well" said the king heatedly. "I as well as the council here would like to see proof of your alleged findings. If you think we are going to believe you without proof then you are sadly mistaken."

"I can only give you my word, Sire. I cannot show you what I saw. It only comes to me in a vision, and I cannot show others, let alone that I have no control over my powers."

"Then I'm afraid that we no longer need you to be here. Be gone at once." said the king.

Men are defiantly ignorant. But their has to be another way to warn the other men that would listen to him. Of course the king would warn all the other villages about him. So their was a very slim chance of him being successful. Somehow he had to find a way to get these three races to come as one and defeat this threat. They were the only races left that could.

Prophets don't like to altar with what is coming, for better or worse. They just let whatever happens happen. But Kheleg had to warn them. If men die because of this new threat, then that means the elves and dwarves would slowly die too. Each race depends on the other. Men supply the swords for the elves, in return supply the food that they harvest and the archery that they have. The dwarves mine out the gold, and they trade for these goods. Without the men, then the elves won't be able to have decent swords, and without the elves their wouldn't be sufficient food, and without the dwarves their will be no gold to get items for everyday life.

"You must take heed to the warning I am giving you! The race of men depend on your decision. Prepare for this threat, and you and your kingdom will be known as heroes, the ones who prevented the major war. If not, then you and your kingdom will be forever remembered as the ones who failed Pazour." said the prophet, trying to trick him into listening.

The man to the king's right was whispering into his ear rapidly. The prophet wished he was able to hear what he was saying. The only thing he could tell was that the king was agreeing to what he was saying. The man bowed deeply, and returned to his position.

"The answer still and always will remain no. And if you don't escort yourself out of my kingdom, then I will put you into the dungeons. You have until the full moon tomorrow to leave this place. If not then I will personally chop off your head."

"Yes Sire, I shall see that I am gone before the sunrise tomorrow." the prophet bowed deeply and left the chambers. He clutched his staff for support. It wasn't that easy to get to the kingdom, and now he had to leave.

The prophet strolled outside into the night. He had done everything in his powers to try and warn these men, but he had failed. He had failed Pazour, and all of its inhabitants were going to perish. He couldn't bare the fact that he couldn't do anything more...

Its pretty good.

All my stories i make up as i go. 😄 I rarely have anything planned.

thanks, only once have i planned a story out before...well anyway...here is more...

He returned to the tavern that he was staying in. Perhaps their was one more thing he could do. He could ride to the dwarves of the west and tell them to come to the aid of the men. Their would be a small chance of success in this. Not only that, but their is the elves of the east, they are reasonable, and the king is fair, and will hear him out. But that alone won't guarantee success.

He started packing his belongings, getting ready to leave. He didn't dare stay any longer, in case he was delayed. He would have to ride to the dwarven and elven kingdoms, and then back to his own home to the north. The main thing that was nagging him was how was anyone going to believe him? He had no proof to give them but his word, and sometimes someone's word isn't enough. The prophet was just about to open the door when someone burst in.

"Please, do not leave yet. What do you know of the danger that lurks from the east? Have you gone to the elves yet?" this was a mere young man. He was heaving, but that didn't stop him from talking.

"I'm sorry, but I need to go." said the prophet sternly.

"You should have warned the elves first, instead of coming to Naor Nagna. The threat will go after the elves first, getting rid of the food. They will start with the thing the races need the most, food."

He of course was right. How could he have not foresee this? He was a prophet, and he was a man, one of them, and he was able to figure out their plan, before the enemy was even sighted. He slowly pulled his hood over his long brown hair. Before him stood a man...a man who probably had the gift of a prophet. But it was unusual to see it in a man.

"Tell me who are you?" asked the prophet easing the sternness in his voice.

"I am Rageem, Commander of the De'gej army. I was sent here by Ambassador Aluji. She could not make it, so she sent me instead."

"Then why did you not speak up to the council?" asked the prophet, gazing deeply into the Rageem's hazel eyes.

"You simply can't object against a king's ruling. It isn't heard of. The council is only their to help the king out. Even if the whole council believed you, the king would have the final say in the matter. It so happens that this particular king so happens to be the ruler of the men, and he has more power than anyone in the southern lands."

"Do you know any of the other kingdoms can be help to me? I'm sure their has to be at least one kingdom that opposes to the king's decision." said the prophet

"Their might be only one kingdom that might help you...Lady Sheema of Azerorm is the only Ambassador who actually goes against the king's order's. But as long as the law is in tact, then the king cannot harm Lady Sheema."

Someone actually did stand up to this arrogant king. Some people are not as greedy as they appear to be. She could be of great help. She could have her lord rally up his armies and fight against the threat. But one army won't be enough. He had to get as much as possible and put them under one banner. The House of Pazour will rise once again from the fallen sight. The House of Pazour will be the grandest army, and they will be the ones to stop the threat.

"I must leave at once then. I need to get to Azerom as fast as possible. I thank you very much Rageem of De'gej." said the prophet with sincere gratitude in his voice.

"You cannot go alone Prophet. The way is to dangerous. Orcs have been invading the nearby villages, and you're going to need a decent army to get through the woods. I suggest we go to De'gej, and I will talk to the Ambassador about giving the army in your hands."

"A prophet of such skill as I can deal with myself. I know how to deal with orcs. A simple matter to handle with, I don't need an army to help me. I could easily go back to the north and get my master. With him, no orc stands a chance."

"Orcs have been developing over the years since you prophets stepped into the domain of men. They have been able to create monsters that of a dragon. Your magic will have little effect, and they will eat you from limb to limb. A squadron from Vuquair was reported missing near a small enemy campsite. Imagine going through a command post full of orcs. You wouldn't even last a day."

"I appreciate your concern soldier, but I can find my own way. I have dealt with demons before." said the prophet growing agitated.

"Listen to the Ambassador." said a voice in the air. "He has seen his first vision Kheleg. He has saw something very remarkable. It had to do with the demons he was talking about, and the very thing you saw as well. Let him come with you. Watch over him very closely. And teach him as much as you can within three days time. Their you will encounter an orc attack."

"Master, the council did not listen." said the prophet into the air. Their was no response. Could he have imagined it, or had his magic done something to combine their thoughts. Whatever it was, he decided to listen. His master was one of the wisest prophets of all time, and what he says generally comes out good.

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"Regeem-" said the prophet forcefully. "I want you to swear to me that you will do whatever I say. I don't know the lands as much, but I know of the danger more than you could possibly know."

"I swear that I will do whatever you say, Master Kheleg." said Regeem.

"Their is no need to call me that." he said sternly. "Come we must leave now. We cannot linger anymore than what we already have. Grab all of the possessions that you own that will be useful to you. Meet me at the Northern Gates when you are ready. Try to make haste."

Regeem quickly left the room, as Kheleg sat down. He did not like the idea of bringing this man. He had nothing personally against him, but he had had some bad experiences with men before. But his Master knew what he was doing. He knew that Regeem would be a helpful ally on his quest on warning the three races.

Kheleg stood up, grabbed his staff and his possessions and left the room. It was late at night, and the owner was probably asleep. The prophet reached into his cloak and pulled out a gold coin. He placed it on the table, visible so only the owner could see it when he went behind his desk.Then he turned around and made his way to the Northern Gates.

What he didn't expect was that so many guards were guarding the gates at this time of night. He would have a hard time telling them that he needed to leave at such an odd time such as now. Their could be a possibility that they won't even notice him. But the chances of that happening were very thin. He wouldn't be surprised if all the guards were on the watch for him. He was pretty suspicious to them. But he had an idea. He knew some other kinds of magic, taught from his childhood friend. The magic he was taught was turning into animals. And his specialty was a raven.

He started his transformation into the raven, but before he did he made sure that no one was looking. He didn't want people to know of this. Men thought that magic was extinct, like they thought that prophets were part of a dream. Now all the prophet had to do was wait for Rageem to come to the gates.

It was already midnight and their was no sign of Regeem anywhere. Could it be possible that Regeem betrayed him? But then he heard a voice coming from the gates. It was Regeem. So he did betray him. Kheleg flew into the air getting closer so he could hear everything that they were saying. He carefully perched on the tree overhead.

"Has any of you seen a man with brown hair, ragged facial hair, a brown cloak, and a very slender brown staff lately?" asked Regeem.

"You're talking about that crazy outsider that was thrown out of the Council earlier aren't you? Well why do you need to see him?" asked the guard suspiciously.

"I am to escort him to the Ambassador Sheema. She requests his presence immediately. I have an official letter in her ladies signature."

"Sorry, but neither of us has seen him since he was thrown out."

"Damn." muttered Regeem in an undertone.

The prophet flew down from the tree and landed softly on Regeem's shoulder. Regeem tried shooing him, but Kheleg just kept on going back. The guards were jeering at him and they did not see the raven turn back into the prophet. Rageem was shocked for only three seconds, while Kheleg wen for his staff. They both rushed out to the fresh clear night.

The prophet flew down from the tree and landed softly on Regeem's shoulder. Regeem tried shooing him, but Kheleg just kept on going back. The guards were jeering at him and they did not see the raven turn back into the prophet. Rageem was shocked for only three seconds, while Kheleg went for his staff. They both rushed out to the fresh clear night.

Kheleg was angry at him...actually he was more than angry...he was livid. What was he thinking asking the guards about him Unless their was a reward on his head. But that couldn't be, because he wouldn't ask the guards for help. But anyway Regeem better have a good reason fro why he was so late.

He was about to question him about it, but thought better of it. He was helping him, and that's all that matters. His master told him to trust Ragee, so he shall. But that still doesn't excuse the fact that he didn't feel right about this man. He was very mysterious, and he didn't know much about him. It was hard to trust someone you barely even know, especially since the race is ignorant, and they only care about themselves.

They continued throughout the night, stopping for little. If they were going to make it to the Ambassador Sheema, then they would have to get their with haste. The Northern Lights were coming upon them, and that would be the day of utter chaos if they didn't succeed in their quest. They didn't have any provisions, so they had to stop at the nearest village. They mainly bought food, water and two horses. This made their journey easier.

The next day they slowed down their pace, so the horses wouldn't have to overdo it when they needed them to go fast. They spoke little to each other which suited the prophet nicely. He didn't think it would be a good idea to start talking. He didn't want to put up with the man's story. It would be full of lies, trying to make it look like Rageem wasn't going to do anything but to help him.

Rageem decided it was best that they took a break, and that he would scout ahead and report with anything out of the ordinary. It was growing late, and their was still no sign of Rageem. Maybe he did betray him and went off to get the men to bring him back to the kingdom Something occurred during their second break. Rageem had to hasten back wearing out his horse. He was gasping for air, and he also tried to mutter something. The prophet was growing impatient.

"Orc attack...hurry!" was all he could sputter out. That worked for the prophet. He shot up instantly from the ground, grabbing his staff.

This will be an axe that an Orc will have later...
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He then hoisted himself onto his horse and followed Regeem. The prophet was really an experienced fighter. He wasn't taught sword combat thoroughly. He wouldn't be too much help in the combat, but he would have to do his best for the foolish men. The sight was not a pleasant one. The village laid in runes, and the orcs were out of control. Kheleg was surprised that no one tried to stop them before. How could that be? The race of men had the best defense, and he did not expect an attack so close to the capital.

Three orcs came up to them. The prophet could under stand most of their tongue, so he would be able to reason with them. But will it be enough? He never had to deal with orcs before, and this was his first encounter with one as well. The prophet slowly got off his horse, putting his staff to the ground, showing that he didn't want to fight with them.

One of the orcs came up directly in front of him. He had a small war axe in his hand. He did not lower it at all. This must be the orcish leader. He wore entirely different clothing then the orcs.
"Orc Lord," stared the prophet cautiously. "You must stop your raids here, before I result to extreme force. I have powers beyond any mortal man, and don't tempt me into using them on you."

"Magic does not scare orcs. Orcs stand brave over all. We don't listen to the race of men, for they drove us out."

"I am no man." said the prophet. "I left the race of men long ago, before the First War began. I was there when the House of Pazour fell to the race of men's greediness. They were arrogant. They could not see that they were crushing Pazour, letting the Lord of the South take over their lands. But if it wasn't for the few who still believed in the ways of the old House of Pazour, they were able to defeat the Lord of the South. Elves and dwarves were able to defeat them with the help of your people. Please I ask you not to harm these villagers-"

"I will not stand by and listen to the race of men." said the Orcish leader.

"I am no man!" shouted the prophet even louder than he intended. "I don't like the makil. DO you really think I want to help them?" asked the prophet.

"Why do you help them then?" asked the Orcish leader.

"I help them, because I must. If the race of men were to die out so will all the others." said Kheleg impatiently.

It was not going the way he had hoped. He thought that it would be easier to try and negotiate with the leader, but he was just like the king of men...stubborn and blind. Why couldn't anyone believe him for once?

"I am believing you, but I don't want to stand by and let makil take over my peoples homes. I must do what I must."

"I understand, but you cannot attack their village. Bring the issue up with the king." said Kheleg carefully. It isn't good to anger the Orcish Lord.

"I will have to think on it." said the Orcish Lord.

"How hard can it be to think on it?" asked Regeem all of a sudden.

"Do not anger me makil!" shouted he shouted to Rageem. Kheleg was getting prepared for the worse. I am tired of you...ndengin-sen!"

"Ndengin-sen!" shouted the warlord. "Ndengin-sen!" he kept on shouting this to the orcs. They were all chanting with him.

"Ndengin-sen," started Regeem. "What does that mean?"

"Ndengin-sen means kill them. They are going to kill us because of your stupidity." said Kheleg.

"Then we are going to have to fight back." he said to Kheleg.

"We are surrounded with a whole clan of orcs to us two. Their isn't much we can do."

The orcs were surrounding them. They were just about ready to be killed. Kheleg had nothing that could save them. Magic didn't scare the orcs, so he couldn't do anything else. He had failed before it even began. He had failed to bring the House of Pazour together, and for that his punishment was death.

"You makil will learn how to respect you superiors. All because you makils have a strong army doesn't mean you will always win." said the Orcish Lord. "Do not touch them yet...wait for my commands. Why are you here with the makil...you mentioned earlier that if they die, then all will die, what did you mean by that?"

"I meant that their is something coming this way, and I need to warn the elves and dwarves, so they can come to their aid."

"You are thinking that they would come and help them? I am thinking that you are losing it. The elves and dwarves will never come to the aid to the makil. They are as good as dead. That is all that I am wanting to know. Ndengin-sen!"

They were about to attack us when arrows started to fly from everywhere. The orcs were going from one place to the other, scared by the rapid fire of arrows. They weren't used to being under attack from a far distance. These orcs are melee fighters. They prefer to go head on, instead of using ranged weapons.

Not all the orcs fled from their positions, but very few remained. They were protecting the Orcish Lord from the arrows, taking whatever blow was meant for him. Regeem did not hesitate on unsheathing elvish made sword. He was going towards the Orcish Lord. The prophet, Kheleg had turned once more into the raven and started to leave the village, for their was not much he could do. It was too risky to use his magic in front of the orcs. They were indeed frightened, but then they become angry, and with reckless rage, many innocent people could die.

The arrows stopped as soon as they began. Riders and footmen came charging from the hill tops racing in with their swords drawn, slaughtering the orcs. The ones who were protecting the Orc Lord were prepared to fight, and killed several of the riders. But they were not finished. Several orcs managed to escape, but they would be back, back with a stronger army of orcs.

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Regeem sheathed his sword, after making sure that the orcs on the ground were truly dead. A woman with short wavy, golden hair rode up to him. She was sheathing an Ithordian long blade, the finest blade forged from the dwarves and the elves. These blades weren't hard to forge, but took a long time to make, thus made this blade truly rare and unique.

"A warlord being surrounded by orcs is a sight to see." said the woman in a sarcastic voice.

"It is nice to see you too Alara. It has been a while."

"Indeed it has Regeem." Alara said getting off her horse. She walked up to Regeem and braced him in a hug.

The prophet was still a raven. He did not trust men so easily. He preferred to live far away from them. Especially with what happened to him years ago. It was still bothering him to this day. He couldn't live with what he has been through. Not even his master could relate to what he had gone through. No one could...

"Kheleg...come out and meet my good friend, Alara. She is the warlord to Lady Malar from the northern kingdom. She could be of some assistance to us."

Regeem had done it. He had him in a weak spot. If Alara could help him, then his odds would drastically improve. The prophet slowly turned back into his normal self. Alara and some of her warriors were shocked. Of course they would be...how much people actually have seen a man turn from a bird?

"Alara-" started out Regeem. "This is Kheleg...he is a prophet..." he then told about Kheleg and his quest on warning the men, and making them become allies with the elves and dwarves. Kheleg was studying her face, and so far it told nothing but sorrow for what was going to happen.

"So...you would like me to go against my people?" she asked nervously. Kheleg was growing unsure of her now. She was leaning on the hilt of her sword for support. (for those who do not know what a hilt is...it is the handle of a sword.) It looked like that she was about to faint. She felt very weak about hearing all that information. "This is a very high act of treason. You know that what Lord Negiom says is law. We cannot simply go against him. You do know this, right Regeem?"

"I know what he says is law, but I have to do this...because it is right. I will take my army into battle, even if it has to be against Lord Negiom's army. I have faith in the good lords that we will get by this threat that is soon to come. I think it what we are doing isn't sinful, but what Lord Negiom is doing is sinful. It will be his greed that will make him fall, and he cannot say that he wasn't offered the chance to bear arms with his brethren, so therefore, he has no one to blame but himself."

"Couldn't have said it better myself." said Kheleg cheerfully. "Couldn't have said it better myself."

"So what say you Alara of the Northern realm of the Men? Are you with us or against us?" started out Regeem strongly. "For if you choose to obey the laws of Lord Negiom, then I would be forced to take upon this as a challenge to death. We cannot allow you to walk away with information that you have if you choose to side with him."

"Regeem, you were always the one who took things for granite. You think that I would go against my king because he doesn't believe the prophet? I do not side with you for that Regeem, but I do side with you, because you are my closest friend, and that I would follow you to the ends of this world, just to make you happy." she said.

"I am so glad that I don't have to fight you." said Regeem relieved.

"Fight me? How can you fight me with the two of you against an army of men?" she asked incredulously.

The prophet eased up a little. He was glad that he had somone with him. But he was still uneasy...he couldn't explain to himself why, but he knew something was going to happen. He felt it, but wasn't sure...could he really put the people of Pazour into Regeem's friend? He didn't feel like he should, and tried to contact his master, like he had contacted him. But it didn't work. Alara and Regeem had gave him skeptical looks, at which he stopped abruptly.

"We must leave now, we need to get out of here." said the prophet firmly. "Alara, I suggest that you leave your warriors here, to protect these villagers." Alara nodded and left to gather her men. "Rageem, are you sure about Alara?"

"I am positive that she will help us." said Rageem. "I have known her my whole life. We are to be wed later in the year."

"Wed? You're thinking of being wed when Pazour is in danger?" asked him disbelievingly.

"We've had this planned for a long time. And I'm sure that we'll succeed in making the men allies with the elves and dwarves. How hard can it be?"

"Men are stubborn and arrogant. They are not ones to negotiate with. It is a difficult task Rageem." said the prophet.

"Do you forget that I am a man too? Why is it that you dislike them so much?" asked Rageem harshly. "And what do you mean that you are no man?"

"It was long ago. During the war for Pazour. The elves, men, and dwarves were fighting off the Lord of the South. His name is long forgotten now, so most people don't bother with his past. His name was Dragonis. and he was causing chaos throughout Pazour. The three races thought that it was in their power to stop him, thus the House of Pazour was formed with three rulers who had equal power. But their was one true weakness in them.

"Lord Dragonis managed to bring his army of undead into the main gates of Shanadara, and the three kings had ordered the Grand Army of Pazour to defend the gates. The elven king and the dwarven king had wanted all sides of the city to be defended on, but the king of men had ordered the men to defend the southern gate, for that was where they were attacking.

"It turned out that the northern gate was being attacked by trolls, the eastern and western gates were being attacked by orcs and goblins. The gates were down and the city was captured. The defense of Shanadara was gone, and all hope looked bleak. But then the wizards led by the paladin, Dara defeated the trolls, orcs, goblins, and the undead. Lord Dragonis disappeared, never to be seen again."

"But it still doesn't explain how come you hate men so much." Rageem said.

"I was that man who ordered the defense at the southern gate. I was the king who was arrogant. I left my past behind, and went with the wizards and Dara to their lands to study magic. I decided their that I was no longer a man, but a prophet named Kheleg."

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"Must I go?" asked a female voice.

"It is your duty." said a male voice sitting on a stone wall. He held the female in his lap. "It is also my duty to serve as the prince of these lands."

"Alagos, you were always the serious one." she said getting off his lap, resting her head on his shoulder. "I shall miss you, Alagos."

"I too, Alaina. Cormamin niuve tenna' ta elea lle au'. " he said softly in elvish.

"lle spedo vanima beth, Alagos." said Alaina softly back to him.

"ere' ten' i'er amin mela." he said back to her.

It was true that these two were in love, but they were to be separated by a war that had hit between the elves and the orcs. This man...Alagos...was a prince of the elven kingdom of the Yaana en'sul. He was to ride out to Yevoraja to meet with the wizards. Their he was to ask them for their guidance, and their wisdom.

Alaina also comes from the land of the elves, but was banished for not listening to her superiors, but Alagos had asked the council to allow her to train as a paladin, outside of the elvish lands. Now it was her job to return to help her people to get rid of the orcs. She was no stranger when it came to fighting, and she had learned so much from the paladins here.

"You must go now." he said firmly.

Tears started to fall down Alaina's pale white face. She was terrified of losing her beloved prince to a war brought on by the race of men. It was their doing that made the orcs go against the three races. She grabbed on to Alagos for support, wishing that none of this had to happen. Alagos pulled back Alaina's sleek brown hair. He gazed deeply into her soft green eyes.

"Don't cry my love, for I shall have you in my arms once more, as soon as I get back."

"I will be counting the days until you return Alagos, for I don't know what I would do without my betroth to hold me." Alaina said softly as she held back her tears.

"I too will be counting the days until I see you again. Just remember one thing Alaina...the one

thing that will always remain true...amin mela lle." he said as he pulled her closer to him. He
braced her in a hug, and gave her one final kiss and rode off into the cool damp night.

"amin mela lle a'" she whispered into the wind. She went back to her room within the castle walls. She was to be leaving tomorrow, when the sun rises. She changed out of her elegant dress into a night gown, and threw herself into her bed. She wept silently into her pillow. She already missed him, and he wasn't even gone a day.

Alaina had a dreamless sleep, and she woke up feeling nauseous from all of the crying she had done last night. Her dear Alagos had gone off into a war that looked hopeless, and he might not come back. She went into her wash room, and filled up a tub with warm water. She took off her night gown, folded it up and put it aside. She stepped into the murky water, and pondered on her childhood memories.

She was ten years old. She was young and naive, and also carefree. She had everything she could have ever wanted back then. Alaina had just gotten a horse from her father. It was her gift for working so hard. She had to take a job at an early age because her mother had died in a raid that happened when she was six. Alaina was there when it was happened, and screamed at the men. They were about to kill her, when her mother used some sort of magic that protected her. After that, she died. Alaina had sworn to seek her mother's killers, and she would make them pay for what they had done.

A few years later her horse had grown to the point where she was ridable. The horse was very sick during her young adult hood, and she had to nurse her back to help. She took very good care of the horse, but never knew how to ride her. She had named the horse Anar Lote, sunflower in elvish. One day she had decided that she was going to mount her, and she fell off the horse. That was when she had met Alagos. He had grabbed her hand and helped her up. His gleaming blue eyes was something she would never forget. He had helped her on Anar Lote, and taught her himself how to ride a horse.

She had ridden home that night back to her home. Her maid was amazed when she saw her. She had asked whom taught her, and she said that it was Prince Alagos. And then she had said bless his soul for teaching her, and that she had a rough life, and the prince had made it better for her. Her maid was really the only friend she had when she was a child, or until after she met Alagos. He stopped in the village every other week just to see her, and they would spend the day together.

"Miss?" asked a voice that woke her from her reminiscing. "Miss are you in there?"

"Yes, Raiou I am here!" shouted Alaina. "I'm washing up!"

The door opened and an old woman stepped in. She was muttering to herself. This was her
maid, and her best friend from when she was a child. She's been getting too old for work, but
insists on taking care of Alaina. She would not take her well deserved retirement. She walked
up to the tub and grabbed a cloth and started washing her back.

"You should know better than to keep the Ambassador waiting Alaina." said the maid. "He doesn't have very much patience anymore, like he used to. But of course I don't blame him, seeing how his father recently passed away."

"Nor do I,. but he does have a temper problem, you do have to admit that." Alaina said. That had ended the discussion of the Ambassador.

"Come here, and grab this towel while I go and look for something nice for you to wear." said Raiou.

"As long as it isn't a dress, then I am happy." called Alaina after her. She wrapped herself in the towel and went to the mirror to brush her hair. "Never mine Raiou, I'll choose something myself. You should go and take the day off or something."

"Take a day off? When things need to be picked up! Why child, I have never heard of such tyranny."

"Go, or I will have to make that an official warning for not listening." she said. Raiou tried not to show her gratitude, so she acted angry instead.

"You do know Alaina, that this is my first day off in years, and no one has ever forced me the way you do! You try every year, and each year you come up with a different method of tricking me."

"Tricking? I wouldn't call it that. Just...persuasive. Now I need to hurry before the Ambassador really has my head."

"Very well Alaina. I shall see you when you return." said the maid sorrowfully. "I shall miss having you in my company. Safe travels Alaina."

"You too Raiou." said Alaina giving her a hug.

Raiou left the room without saying another word. Alaina finished drying off and got changed into a simple white shirt, and black pants, and pulled on her baby blue robe. She really didn't care if what she was wearing was presentable or not. She would go in there with whatever clothes she wants. She concealed a small dagger around her waist. She didn't want anything to happen along the way.

She soon left the room, her spirits raised, for she was going home, but it wasn't something she was going to enjoy. She had to help with a hopeless war, with which her people were dying. It was her job to try and ward them long enough until the wizards arrived. It indeed was a difficult task to accomplish, but she had to do it, in order to save her people.

She made her way to the stables where her horse, Anar Lote, her tan colored horse. Anar Lote whinnied with joy. It had been a week since she had ridden her, so she couldn't blame Anar Lote for being overwhelmed. She mounted the horse and soon was on her way to the Ambassador's kingdom. She was to negotiate with him to allow themselves to hold their grounds instead of marching into the land of the men.

The Ambassadors were indeed kings, or queens, but had little power over the king of all of the races. These Ambassadors represent their lands and bring up common issus, but now a days they were at war, and had to have constant meetings of what they were going to do. The Ambassador of her land had proposed that they should attack the land of the men, and to stop them before they caused anymore trouble. But since Alaina was the Ambassador to the paladins, it was her civic duty to represent the men in this proposal. It would be only what the Lord Dragonis was trying to do those hundreds of years ago...to destroy all of the races.

Alaina arrived at the city of Jeruslin at noon. She rode up to the gates of the castle, and got off Anar Lote. She was tired from her travel, but she had to push Anar Lote to her very limits, because she was running out of time. She put her in a stable a few yards away. She returned and a man in heavy plated armour walked up to her.

"And who might you be miss?" asked the guard in a gruff voice.

"Let the Ambassador know that the Ambassador to the paladins, Alaina Carad'loki is here. He requested my presence."

"Right." he said again in his gruff voice. "Be right back." he left Alaina outside of the gates while he went to talk to the Ambassador. He came back after a few short minutes. "The Ambassador said that he never said such a thing. Plus he is busy making his decision on his attack."

"What? That cannot be. I must see him now!" she shouted.

"Sorry miss, but I cannot allow you to pass. Now if you would kindly leave-"

"I will do nothing of the sort. Now get out of my way." she said indignantly.

"I told you miss..." started the man.

"Alu." she said mystically. Water came out of her hands and shot at the man. He was shouting at the top of his lungs, which got the other guards attention.