ProlougeA Chapter by AareaThis is the very beginning of my story. Enjoy.Prologue
Once,
long before any of the characters you will discover in this book existed, there
lived a great Warlord. This Warlord had protected and saved Malestria many
times from outside forces and was loved and revered throughout the land. His
name was Veradagon. Not
only did Veradagon have a superior knowledge of battles and strategy, he also
possessed the gift of marvelous insight. His skills in divination were seconded
by none. With this gift, he could see his enemies weaknesses and plans before
they were revealed. Veradagon
worked alongside another Warlord who was much younger, but not in the least a
young man, and much more cunning and ambitious than the old wizard. His name
was Zeteratroth. Zeteratroth
was jealous of Veradagon, for his skills and popularity with the people.
Zeteratroth had no fame or fortune and people looked upon him with little
respect, for he was a impatient, angry man who constantly sought revenge on
those who offended him. Zeteratroth was ill-liked, but a magnificent Warlord,
for he had a head for stratagem. Zeteratroth’s
jealousy for Veradagon reached a feverish point and he began to plot against
him. He devised a plan and paid dearly in his precious and long saved gold to
carry it out, for not many disliked Veradagon, and those who did feared him.
But finally Zeteratroth cornered some petty thieves and threatened them that he
would condemn them to judgment if they did not do but a single favor for him.
They agreed to do whatever it was he asked. There were five that he found. All
were thieves, but had never murdered before. Zeteratroth
had taken every aspect of his plan and went over it in his mind until
everything was unto perfection. It was so simple a plan that the thieves
thought him foolish, but they did not dare argue with him, even though they had
no wish to kill another. Zeteratroth
went over the plan again and again with them until they knew every step they
would take, when to breath, exactly where to stand. It was rather like a play,
but with no happy ending. The murdered would not leap up and bow, but would lie
there, very still, for a long, long time. That was how Zeteratroth wished it. When
the night of the performance came, of what a bitter night it was. Veradagon’s
armies had suffered a sore defeat over the city of Valguron on the Western
seashore, and it had been lost to them from enemies over the sea. The city of
Centhur had already been taken and now the armies could advance to Rarenthia
and from there the Surrounding Cities. So, the day was bleak and Veradagon in a
bitter mood the night he was to die. Zeteratroth’s
plan was, as said before, simple. The thieves were waiting in Veradagon’s tent.
When he entered to sleep, they would leap from the shadows and attack him. One
would approach him from behind to cover his mouth and muffle his screams and
curses. The others would silence him quickly enough. A blow to the head and the
old man would be dead. They would hide the body in the forest. But, to ensure
he was finished, Zeteratroth ordered them to bring him his heart still warm. So
it was in the still hours of the night when Veradagon finally entered his tent
to sleep, the plan was set in motion. The
plan was, indeed, so simple it was masterful and would have assuredly worked
except that Zeteratroth had forgotten on essential thing. One essential thing
that was so obvious any reader must correctly think him a fool for not
realizing it. That
thing was that Veradagon was a seer and already knew of all their plans and
treachery. When
the thief came from behind him to silence him, Veradagon killed him quickly and
easily. The others rose from the shadows like ghosts, ready to attack him, but
Veradagon had already fled. The thieves, frightened of what Zeteratroth would
do, cut out their dead friend’s heart and took it to him. But, in their haste,
they forgot another essential thing. They
left his body there, where it was swiftly discovered in the morning. Zeteratroth
knew then that they had lied to him. He murdered them all as they slept in
exhaustion from the night before. They were asleep as he entered and dead as he
left. Zeteratroth
went in search of the wizard, but Veradagon had fled far away. Zeteratroth
returned and told the armies that Veradagon had gone into the city of Valguron
to gather information on the prisoners and spy on the enemy. “He
said he would rather go himself.” Zeteratroth told them, “Then risk another
soldier’s life. “ The
story was believable enough, but when Veradagon did not come back, all of
Malestria was in shock and was horrified. They had actually, truly lost their
Veradagon. They then turned to the enemy and struck at them with such incredible fury they drove them out of the land in a single battle. But the
victory was hollow. They had fought for Veradagon, but he was gone. The
entire kingdom was in mourning, but eventually they had to move on. Soon
Veradagon was mentioned only in myths and tales. But all the while, Zeteratroth
was still hunting for him. He
is still hunting for him.
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