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Part One
Believing
It was dawn. Light shone through the stained glass in the forlorn tower. The aftermath of the spring flash storm faded into nothing; all that were left were sparkling raindrops on the windows. A light flickered in the remorse-like black-stoned tower. A candle-light, it seemed. A closer look showed a man bent over a table, frowning at a piece of ancient parchment. Stacks of yellowed paper and forgotten books cluttered his workspace, which was a wooden table.
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He blinked tiredly and set the parchment roughly on the table. Yawning, the black-haired man rubbed his amber eyes with the back of his calloused hands. He¡¦d been awake throughout the night, listening to the raging storm. Now, he stood up and collapsed into bed. He doused the candle which enveloped the room in utter darkness. Although it was dawn, the sunlight was not enough to brighten the room so parts of it were completely dark. He didn¡¦t mind ¡V he was too exhausted to even think about the clues he deciphered. His vision became vague as tiredness overpowered his senses. He sighed contently and stretched his arms behind his head, and slept soundly, his soft snoring unheard.
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A world away a 16 year old teenager slept. Her clock read 1:13 am, and nothing could disturb her comfortable¡K rest. Snuggled deep into her blankets she blinked her eyes furiously, trying to make her eyes open up from the dark nightmare she was experiencing.
In her dream, she was standing in a grass field as winds picked up, whipping her black-red hair back from her face. The wind stung her eyes, making those sapphire blue eyes shine with tears. Thunder clouds rolled in from the west, past those impenetrable mountains bordering the west and the freezing north. Then the rain began to fall. It was that kind of rain: ice cold, freezing rain that burned her cheeks like fire. Curiously, she knew she had the same dream before ¡V but when she couldn¡¦t tell.
Then a bolt of lightning flashed through the sky, and for a second, she could see an inconspicuous person standing at about six feet away from her. His hair was twisted around his face like white strands of snakes, and his closed eyes seemed to warn her of danger. A smirk could be seen on his face, tilted towards the right of his scarred cheek. The crude x-shaped red and purple scar tore a bit, and blood welled up. Some trickled into his lips. The girl could hear a deep chuckle, and suddenly, his eyes opened: blood red and demonic.
Megan stumbled back in shock, her eyes never leaving the person¡¦s. The person thrust his black leather glove into the air, and did a wide arc-swing towards her. Light danced around the girl; bolts of electricity and lightning hit the ground and making smoke water her eyes.
The bolts kept coming closer and closer. If she could see it from a bird¡¦s eye view, she would be able to see the curious, yet deadly, insignia being etched forever into the ground around her. Sadly, she was not.
The girl wondered how long the lightning and electricity will take for them to hit her... until a shadow slammed into her and protected her from the everlasting danger. She contacted wet grass and mud, and a person rolled to her side. Queerly, the noise of the thunder had dissipated and there was a familiar trickle of water.
The girl opened her eyes and she saw her familiar bedroom, from the bottom-up. Lying on the bed, she could see her vision adjusting to the darkness of her room. She sighed in content when she saw her clothes piled up by her closet and her wardrobe cluttered with facial products. But, she coiled back in shock when she saw a figure lying face down by her side, breathing evenly, yet troubled.
It was a boy in his late teens, his blonde hair covering his face. His clothes are the most awkward: black leather baggy pants, a cream colored old-fashion tunic, and a midnight blue cape. He wore golden sandals, protecting his calloused feet. The boy stirred, turned around, and propped himself upright by his elbows. His black eyes¡¦ gaze was filled with curiosity as he took in his surroundings. Finally, his eyes settled onto the girl herself.
They looked at each other for a moment, and then the boy stood up, stretching his arms high and then rubbing his eyes. The girl stood up carefully. (It wasn¡¦t usual for someone to get teleported from one¡¦s dream to the real world, she thought). After a moment of awkward silence, the boy murmured: ¡§
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Part Two
Arrival
The huge double doors swung open, revealing the throne room with glistening chandeliers hanging from all across the wide, rectangular room. In the throne room there were tables covered in white silken cloth set across the width of the room, making a narrow passageway to the ominous empty golden throne.
Behind the throne were paintings of great kings and queens, paintings of marvelous swordsmen, knights, and spell-casters. As Megan entered the room with Liam in the lead, she grasped in all the wondrous furniture of the Caer-Nyrem. When they had set foot upon the Meldthorn province, they could both see that the province prospered due to the fact that Meldthorn was the main trader-province with Myre¡¦s, a species of wolves¡¦, fur-pelt.
The Myre¡¦s pelt was a much-sought after treasure by hunters: its fur gleamed purple in the moonlight, and shone blinding sapphire blue in the sunlight. Red tips of the fur sparkled in both situations, and some rumors had spread that it even glowed the colors of the rainbow when the rain fell and illuminated the pelt. They were nearly hunted into extinction, until Kyresh, the king of Meldthorn, took the Myres to a reservoir surrounded by magical barriers ¡Vcreated by the Loriden the Mighty himself ¡V and forbid anyone to hunt those majestic beasts until their population rose.
Loriden. Ryvien (from now on, Megan will be known as Ryvien), had desired to meet this spell-caster and knight ever since Liam told her about him... about his deeds to Meldthorn, which was leagues away from Qentius, his birth-land.
As Ryvien¡¦s mind drifted onto her lessons on Lerondellian history taught by High-scholar Liam, she absent-mindedly followed Liam¡¦s actions and sat down beside him on marble-bronze chairs adjacent to the king¡¦s throne, facing a woman sitting by an empty chair.
A loud cong sounded and vibrated throughout the vast throne room, and possibly into the other places in the palace as well. Slowly, one by one, other men and women filled the room, sitting at tables. They were probably waiting for the king himself as we are, thought Ryvien.
Just as she had that thought, the king strode in, accompanied by his daughter and advisors.
They all dressed in expensive clothes trimmed with pure-gold thread. The king himself was grandeur: his features young...yet he somehow had much more years of experience as to be a leader of the Meldthornians. His cloak of midnight-blue dyes stood out from the golden threads. As he continued and finally sat down on the throne, his daughter took her place standing beside him.
Tilting his head towards the closest advisor, Liam whispered to Ryvien: ¡§That¡¦s Validence, the wisest advisor to Kyresh. He¡¦d been the past king¡¦s guidance as well as closest friend. Many a people think that he¡¦s more powerful than Loriden, because there have been rumors about him joining the Darkest Ilxyors.¡¨
¡§Darkest Ilxyors,¡¨ Ryvien rolled the words over her tongue silently as the chattering ceased slowly as the king cleared his throat. She could sense that Liam wanted to say more about Validence, but he couldn¡¦t arouse suspicion... Kyresh studied the whole room and every man and woman present. Ryvien could feel his unease ¡V someone who was supposed to sit beside the woman was absent.
From her view, Ryvien could see the he was a new king, possibly chosen just months away from her arrival in Lerondelle. His blonde hair was neatly tied back into a short ponytail, and his joyful amber eyes betrayed nothing but his excitement for Liam to return, and bring the prophesized person in the ancient Lerondellian chronicles. Kyresh fixed his sight on Ryvien: his gaze penetrated deep into her own, and she willed herself not to look away and admit that she, herself, was weak.
Soon Kyresh dropped his gaze and stood up, his cloak trailing around him. The audience quickly stopped murmuring, and gave all their attention to their king.
¡§This is the day,¡¨ Kyresh began, his voice strong and loud: ¡§That our very own Liam Shkefel returns to us, bringing us the light that will aid us. Meldthorn is, I say, the last province to stand against the terror of Lord Knightmare as all the other lands have passed into the dark. We are grateful for our ancestors who taught us of ways to conquer our fears that the Darkest Lord has brought upon us all.¡¨
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The sunlight streaked into the room through the half-open curtains. The sunshine enveloped the entire room, and made Megan squeeze her eyes shut. She did not want to wake up yet. Curled up on an expensive bed with golden headstands, she threw her blankets over her face. It was the first day since Liam¡¦s arrival at her hometown when she didn¡¦t have those unearthly dreams. It was as if being in Meldthorn cured her nightmares and those dreams that she despised. Or was it someone else?
She groaned when she heard a brief knock on the outside door. Tightening herself into a ball, Megan ignored her new-found friend but Abigail (this is in progress)
Part Three
Journey
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Entwined
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The two companions looked up at the commotion down at the Xehrisel¡¦s Inn. The door was wide open and they could smell the food scents from across the street. Horse-drawn carriages veered towards the left of the populous inn: towards the stables where they are tended to. Women and men dressed formidably as if there was a special occasion they were attending.
Across the street, there were more people gathered around in small groups of ten or so. Classical music was playing in the background from the inn, and chortles of laughter could be heard as well.
Cocking his head towards the inn, Loriden held on to Megan¡¦s shoulder and pointed with a finger towards the inn. Megan just shrugged- she would rather be in an inn than staying outside in the woods. She let Loriden lead her black mare towards the stable hands- Loriden dismounting and helping her off. He tossed a copper to the stable hand: a young boy who was just entering his teens. The boy¡¦s eyes brightened, and did a shallow bow towards Loriden.
¡§Thank you kind sir,¡¨ He said, and led the black mares towards the stables. Loriden just nodded: his face hard to read. He took Megan towards the wooden door of the inn. As they entered it, Megan found out that it was more crowded than she thought. Crude wooden tables in crooked rows towards the fireplace near the left, Megan could see that the inn needed refurbishing.
¡§It¡¦s the best we can do.¡¨ Loriden said, muttering under his breath as the owner, a gruff old man, waved him and Megan over to the counter.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Megan: main character; also known as Ryvien in Lerondelle¡¦s ancient history and book of prophecies; destined to defeat the Lord of Knightmares and Dreamless Sleep with the help of four trusted companions. Comes from Earth, and sees Liam for the first time one day during summer; goes with him back to Lerondelle to conquer the evil rising.
Liam: messenger of Lerondelle, and a high scholar on both past and present histories about Lerondelle; first person to be able to decipher the ancient prophecy concerning Megan; also the first person to be able to travel between worlds and back. Very good at directions, map-reading, and foreign languages.
Loriden: mighty spell-casting knight whose faithful companion is a dragon; created the barriers around the Myran Reserves. Heir to the throne in Allyria; has a twin brother who was taken to Earth against his will and left there to fend for himself all because of the prophecy. Very wise, charming, and powerful; he is not a person one should mess with, both in terms of magic and sword-skills
Kyresh: current king of Meldthorn and one of the last defending leaders of Lerondelle against Lord (of Knightmares and Dreamless Sleep) Khaoxyn.
Validence: high advisor to Kyresh; follower to Khaoxyn; also known as one of the Darkest Ilxyor, a group of religious people who follows Khaoxyn. He tries to turn Megan against her true purpose in Lerondelle; he tries to make her one of the Ilxyors.
Zerie: Rosa¡¦s accomplice; an assassin bent on Megan¡¦s downfall. She¡¦s a highly-trained assassin with stunning speed and nimble hands at breaking open locks; part of the Darkest Ilxyor along with Rosa.
Elyon: blacksmith of Meldthorn who accompanies Megan, Liam, and Loriden on their journey; only came because of the large reward Loriden was offering. Very skilled in forging, he is a companion everyone wants; he makes the shining white sword that Lysheren, a mighty warrior, had wielded.
Abigail: Megan¡¦s closest friend who is a healer in Lerondelle; also her classmate on Earth who knows Liam¡¦s purpose when she saw them together. A very gifted healer, Abigail is able to bring people back from the dead if she wishes, or wield both powers of light and dark for either good or evil. Another victim of the Darkest Ilxyors.
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