The War in the Highland
"The war is going to begin soon, my lord," Etherond said quietly.
"The land of Alco is being surrounded by the Daemons. We need to have the
He stood in the middle of a gigantic throne room lined with trophy
elk and moose heads mounted on the walls. A large red carpet with runes
around the outside of the rug covered the entire room. Fires burned behind
the royal throne and shone a bright light all around the chamber. The king
sat thinking on his plan of action.
"Excuse me sire, but if you remember we have one of the greatest
armies in the world." His war chief said politely from beside his throne.
"We could fight anyone and win."
"Yes well at a great loss to my people, now I'm not willing to kill
so many innocent citizens. Unless of course the castle was directly
attacked in which case we would have to use all our force." The king said.
He started thinking again about what he would do about Alco.
"The men you sent as scouts have returned." Phoenix said concerned.
"Ethe's main capital has been burnt to the ground by an unknown force.
Also glacier rock has been abandoned so the people of that tribe may have
been responsible for the attack."
"Ethe's capital? It cannot be!" The king half-yelled. "They were
our number one reinforcement team. What news from the western continent?"
"Phoenix still ranes king of Rodon, even though so many people have
tried to usurp the thrown. And Rix has lost a great battle with the tribe
"Things don't look good for us," The king despaired. "Now leave my
chamber I need to think."
"Yes." Etherond and the rest of the assembly said together.
* * *
Etherond walked into the castle library looking to pass time. He
scanned the shelf looking for something he hadn't read. Not finding
anything on the monstrous first shelf, he moved to another, then another.
Finally he came to a grey dusty book he had never seen before. War and
Warlocks was the title in gold lettering that looked like a dull yellow
under the thick layer of dust.
He pulled it from the shelf and studied it. It looked as though it
had never been touched before. The layer of dust came from sitting still
and there wasn't a mark on it. He opened to the first page and read
The art of the warlocks is something that is never much used, even though
it can be of upmost importance in battle. The following pages tell the
technique used by wizards and warlocks alike. Black and White magic, Good
and Evil, Elements of all sorts. But turn on only if you really think that
you can be so disciplined, as to learn the arts of warlocks across time.
He looked up and around the library, it seemed to have gone deathly quiet.
"Etherond, you have been summoned to the council." A strange and deep