FireMaiden
Grade A Bitch
From the outside, the snowy magnificence of Leyeborn Keep nearly over took the lone swordsmen. At last, he was in the final stretch of his journey, his supplies long since gone, and his hope having just about left him. He didn't know if what the woman had told him back in Alderwoods was true, nor if she was even trustworthy; but he had come to far to just let it go now. From what he understood of the madwoman's rambling nonsense, Leyeborn had fallen. Many wouldn't give her the time of day, the castle had withstood a thousands wars and hundreds of battles; from the Dragons tide to the Elf rebellion. The was no way it could fall. But the same was said about Aneor and Kalder. So, one unnamed warrior listened, and set off on the near week long journey with little rest. He couldn't stop, he couldn't. If Leyeborn had fallen, then the whole of Faylen could fall. With his every movement causing his body to scream in protest, the warrior continued until he reached the shattered door of Leyeborn Keep.
The first thing to strike him was the smell. Sickly sweet and heavy with iron, the air was saturated with the scent of noble blood. Quickly, he threw aside his helmet so he could vomit until nothing but bile remained. Bodies upon bodies of the guards and help lay eviscerated. What monster would do this? As a veteran warrior, one would expect to be accustomed to the sick nature of the beast which is man. But the swordsmen couldn't help but wonder as he managed his way through the massacre; was this truly a man or...much worse? From what he could tell, the bodies were that of the castles inhabitance, none from the attacker. Was this a surprise attack? or was the manner of being who did this more powerful in a way he couldn't understand. A question he hoped to have answered if he found a survivor. And soon, he found himself running from room to room, searching. But not for a man or woman capable of speech. Echoing through the blood soaked halls was the cry of a small babe.
Upon entering the throne room, the cry became its loudest. Falling to his knees, retching once more,the body of the King and Queen. They sat in their chairs, guts spilled out in the floor in front of them, a small moving bloody bundle was writing around in the queens arms. He now had no choice but to make for the child. It was a miracle the child had made it this long, let alone survived what ever had happened there. Carefully making his way through the mess, he reached the bundle yellow bundle. Wrapped in what appeared to be a weakened Blanket of Silence, was a baby girl. The heir to Leyeborn Keep, with the birthmark to prove it. In no time, thanks to a little magic, the two were back in Alderwoods, where the warrior collapsed from exhaustion.
Upon his awaking, the warrior made the news of what he found in Leyeborn known, and soon, eh stories of Aneor and Kalder surfaced. Each produced an heir to their respectful throne, and each the same story of what their castles were found in. Nobody could produce and answer as to what happened. Until, a rumor that the people believed in. From the across the Black Seas, came The Righteous Imperium. At first, it seemed like a wonder opportunity. They advances in almost every form, from magical to medical. Yet the land of Faylen was imprisoned by their friends only years later, and our government taken over. The arrived at the time that Faylen was missing their most powerful leaders. The remaining Council of Kings were driven out of power or killed, along with their heirs, and the man hunt for the three remaining heirs began. The warriors that saved the children went into hiding with them, as to protect their lives. Its been nearly twenty-five years since the Imperium has taken over Faylen, and its high time they went home.
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