Chapter 1Michael Reed McDow

The Message

“I told you to get back at the city of Lannet, but you disrobed. How can I have an apprentice that cant even get there where he is supposed to be?” Slator Creel said. “How am I supposed to be a weapons master if I can’t even master my own pupil?” facing burning with fury.

Slator was an up tight man around the age of 30. He had short blonde hair, blue eyes, that seemed they could look through you, and he was very intelligent. He had been training as a weapon master all his life. Going into battles and even looking for secrets of the world. His newest search was the Book of Morlan, which was a book of overwhelming magic.

“I am sorry master, it wont happen…” the boy started to say, but couldn’t bring himself to a answer. He could have sworn he saw something through the window, but what was it. “sorry sir, I thought I saw something.”

Then it happen, so fast it was almost unpredictable. An arrow flew through window and hit the wall beside the boy. Attached to the arrow was a piece of parchment. Slator grabbed the parchment and read;

Dear Mr. Samuel Miles,

We have been searching long and hard. Now that we know where you are, we want you on a quest. The quest won’t be easy, but that’s why we need you and Master Creel. The witch Morranna is terrorizing the city of Torne and it is up to you to put a stop to her. If you complete this mission we will give you five thousand pounds of gold. We also understand that you’re on another mission of your own and will give you the efficient amount of crew for that separate voyage. The mission we ask shouldn’t be too long, we know of your work and think you can handle it.

Thank you for your time,

Prince Wye.

“ Are we going to go on this quest, Master? It dose say we get five thousand gold, that’s a good deal.” Samuel asked in a hushed tone.

For whatever this mission this is its going to be dangerous. The prince doesn’t really ask any one out of the city unless he’s desperate. I don’t like what I’m feeling out of this, it sounds too risky. But then again I know I could do it alone, but not my young apprentice. What shall I do? Do we really have a choice? Our money is disintegrating it seems. Maybe this will drive some attention into people about us and then we can really have some business. And another thing, the prince did mention that she was a witch and witches have sorcery books. If we conquer the witch and conquer her while we are alive, the books will be ours. But we will have to be careful, because some books contain spells that only the witch can use, and if those back fire it could be fatal.

“We leave first thing in the morning, but we’re going to have to be quick, I remember where she lives. Here lair is in the Danken Forest of Nightmares, and if we don’t get to the lair before the sun is down, the dream killers come out to hunt and I don’t think we want anything to do with them. But I have had a great Idea. Once we kill the witch, we are going to get the Sorcery books from her and destroy the Danken forest of Nightmares.” Creel devised. He hadn’t been in the Danken forest for a while now. What would I do? How should I find a way to destroy that nightmare? So many question unanswered, and most likely to be unsolved.

“Have you a cure? If not what shall we do? The messenger must have been a few days late, because the city of Wye is way out of her. Hmmm… this does not look very good. Now we need to get our supplies in order.” Samuel said hurriedly through the other room. As Samuel was scurrying around, Slator grabbed an apple from the fruit basket on the table, and bit into it. Oh how I love apples! Juicy and down to the point; like me.

“You know as much as I do, I’m not as good as magic as I am swords. You’re supposed to be the Wizard, or what do you call them druid? Isn’t this what you said, you said the druids were long since gone, but you have a descendent of a druid known as Firerider? Maybe he could help, or is he dead. I heard that the druids can live up to a thousand years with the proper magic.”

“You are correct, as usual sir. There used to be many druids, and maybe my uncle can help. He was known as a great leader. He went on voyages all the time, but the weird thing is no one knew his real name. Why don’t we ask him, after all he is five hundred years old in about two weeks.” Samuel said with a distant smile. For he hadn’t seen, nor heard from his uncle in many years. “I know where to find him. He’s at the Palace of Sinnthia. You know that ancient druid palace. He’s keeping it in shape, and restoring some of its histories.”

“We’ll go destroy the witch first, but we also need one more person. He lives in town; a dwarf named Winindofe Finn.” Slator advised. “We can find him at the bank of the river of Eline, just a couple of hours away. We’ll ask him to come with us and then spend that night there and leave first thing in the morning. Does that sound decent?”

“Yes sir,” Samuel nodded.

“Now get some rest. We’ll be leaving at dawn.” Creel advised.

Chapter 2

Secrets

In the tower of the Sinnthia, Pheonia was gazing out of the window waiting for her loving husband to return from his duties of fixing the Castle, and the histories of the druids, long passed gone. Rone was her lovely husband, but everyone knew him as Firerider. Firerider had been fixing the castle for many centuries now, but still looks like he’s in his thirties. Pheonia only knew him ten years ago and has just married him, but didn’t know how old he really was until two weeks past. It had been a hard thing to accept because of him lying his age. She could have took in that he was last of the druids, and that she bore the child that would change everything. Or could she? It was still all very new to her, that she was queen of the druids and that she has to bare the child or evil would claim the throne.