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<blockquote data-quote="Laurel" data-source="post: 2022178" data-attributes="member: 17067"><p><strong>Chapter Five: “A Hidden Kingdom”</strong></p><p></p><p><em>Day Eighteen- Hywrl</em></p><p>Dawn has not yet come to the small central island of Prydein, but inside my safe bed in the palace of Hywrl my alarm on the doorway awakens me. Slowly I see the faint dancing light of Xath’s candle on the wooden wall. Then the barest creak as the door closes shut. I wait for a few seconds then utter a short command silencing the echoing in my head from her activating my warning spell. One of these days I will have to ask if she knows what I do, but then again it is a nice routine.</p><p> </p><p>I slowly stand, carefully pulling the heavy blanket with me and going to the open shutters. The sharp hits my face and whips my tangled hair into my eyes. I stand in the doorway with only the thick blanket protecting me and look out at the expanse of city, walls, and tents. What am I to do? Luckily before I can think to much on that a soft knock sounds at the door.</p><p> </p><p>Thinking it to be Xath, I am met with surprise when the small girl from last night- Sortia enters the room at my call to enter. Her hair is in neat golden braids running down her back, her brown and rust colored clothes simple and sturdy but also clean and neat. She jumps a little as I speak a simple, “Good morning.” She looks toward the open windows stammering out that she was sent to gather my clothes. Without waiting for a response she bundles my outfit of yesterday and the last month into her small arms. I watch her leave then going to the door close it again.</p><p> </p><p>Turning slowly in the middle of the room, I slowly drop down into a cross legged position. Letting the blanket puddle around me making a small nest on the floor, my skin becomes numb almost instantly with the morning chill. With that I slowly start my daily ritual. Michael had been a firm believer that these morning devotions were to connect the person to the light, and so should reflect that personal aspect. He disliked the religious leaders who taught only one thing to say, since he knew each sect spoke different prayers yet each was answered. Since leaving the cottage, my prayers had changed. I had gained knowledge and power, and it seemed Michael was right… the light answered each person’s call.</p><p> </p><p>As the time passed, Anon begins to warm my skin to an almost bearable temperature when I once again pull the cloth around me and stand. The thoughts and concerns start rushing into my mind as I ready for the day. The group has all agreed to meet in a few short minutes to break their fast together. I hurriedly dress. Yesterday Inelliron had taken my elven chain and one set of clothes to be washed and mended and polished, as he had taken the others as well. This morning I don each piece taking comfort in each piece of armor. Not wanting to have to return to the hall each time I need my bow I carry it with me. It seems it has also become my symbol, just as Archonus has his mask and Arfin his hammer.</p><p> </p><p>Wanting to be the first one there, I walk to the agreed upon room. Justice and Archon are already there. Archon is not dressed in his usually drab, concealing clothes. Surprisingly today he wears simply his elven boots, a sleeveless brown tunic, and short, well broken-in pants. His only other adornment seems to be the cord and ring around his neck. The mark normally stark over his eye is concealed by his recently acquired magic ring. Noticing my wandering mind, I quickly look at Justice. She wears a billowy dress suited for court life, but it seems out of place for the warrior we see her as.</p><p> </p><p>“We have agreed and are prepared,” Justice says from Archonus’ side. I look for confirmation and see Archonus nod. Good… and so smiling turn to see who’s footsteps we hear approaching. Xath slowly comes through the door wearing a very simple blue dress; she first goes to give Justice a hug and greeting. As she does this I hear Kaereth lumber in. Directly behind Kareth is a little round upset dwarf. "Hello! Good Arfin," I greet him. The only response I gets is a grumbling, "Tis to early fer anythin' good." Afrin in a simple outfit made for the practicing field, walks directly to the closest chair and climbs in. Farathier is the last to arrive, his omnipresent silent scowl greeting us. It’s not a friendly look, but then, little about Farathir ever seems friendly. At the very least, it is comfortingly familiar.</p><p> </p><p>A bowl of fruit and something that looks like cooked oats in another bowl. No more or less than what the people encamped outside the walls of Hyrwl are getting, this food is at least served on fancier plates. I was glad to see the fruit it meant it was holding since our work last night. Sighing I picked up both bowls taking them to the table, and telling myself firmly that for now it was a time for remembering our friendships and our connections.</p><p> </p><p>I watch and listen as the group of friends make small talk, sharing tiny bits of the flurry of activity that has happened over the past 48 hours, interrupted only by the silence that accompanies shoving a bit of bread into one’s mouth. Glad to see things starting off so well, I wait until the plates and food are taken away. I stumble a little over his name, but thank the serving boy by name.</p><p> </p><p>I rise to stand from the table motioning them to remain seated, "I thank you all for the wonderful meal, and for what you have already done for these people. I asked you here for more then to just eat a meal, though the jokes and time have been nice. I first want to share something with you, and only you... something I did not mention before. I think you all have seen this.” I slowly reach up and take the Woodshadow necklace from my neck. “It is all I have of my mother, and what will identify me to the Woodshadow's people.”</p><p> </p><p>“I know only one other being that has this same necklace, Link's daughter. She must also now be assumed an enemy, though I know not for which side.” My mind’s eye flashes back and I hear my voice speaking an oath of forgiveness and revenge. “I tell you this now, so you know now my whole story and all that I have. If something happens to me take the pendant. Though it holds nothing but sentimental value, I would not see it end in the hands of the enemy even as a trinket. This pendant is a symbol of the Woodshadow line. The people he trained in secret, carry this mark as a tattoo in places I have already told you about. In light of this, and I hope you all will support me, I am going to commission a banner made that carries this symbol. It will be the banner for Hywrl and those within."</p><p> </p><p>At this statement, Justice rises and interjects, “I am making a banner for the Phoenix Army. With the added blessing of the clerics here, we should have a banner that will raise the spirits of all.” Xath raises her voice as well, “I have been thinking on such an idea. May I help you?” Justice looks around and seems to think this over, “I do not see why not, it is to be our banner.”</p><p> </p><p>Pulling a parchment from my pocket, I draw attention to the next matter, "I also would ask all of you to look at what Duke Greyclaw, Arin Inelliron, and I have prepared for the King. News is even now spreading of Oceanus and of me... Hopefully this will ensure the King that Hyrwl still is in the hands of the kingdom, but it will give him more then just a prick in his side."</p><p> </p><p>Unrolling the parchment I slide it to the middle of the table... I had laid it pointing towards Xath, and as expected she reads aloud the words written, "To His Majesty, King Tain I, 23rd King of the Falcon Kingdom, I write you with the deepest sadness weighing down my heart. You proxy, Baron Edriss Kiva, Lord Hyrwl, was slain a few short days ago by traitors to The crown. Though swift justice was dealt to those who wronged the rightful Ruler of the Barony, here, Baron Kiva did not live through the night. But all was not lost, for true blood of the Woodshadow has been found! A granddaughter, long hidden from us, emerged from the shadows to guide the barony through this time of mourning for their Lord. Even now she takes her rightful seat, and has promised to serve the throne until the last strength has left her hands. Hyrwl finally has its rightful Baroness! L'Aurel Woodshadow has come! Business of the throne demands that Lady Hyrwl places herself in grave danger. She has pledged to see Oceanus free, with Duke Greyclaw back upon his throne within a year’s time. Yet, she understands your need to battle the Bluestar on faraway shores. She has contacted an army that shall help her free her people—the Army of the Phoenix. They have come to her aid! I am to assure you that Hyrwl, and the surrounding barony, will use all of its resources in the best interests of the Throne. Lastly, I am to tell you two words, spoken from my Lady's own lips: 'We Know.' Rule in truth, --Arin Inelliron (Greyclaw), Regent of the Barony of Hyrwl."</p><p> </p><p>As Xath looks up she continues, “Here are also letters to the rulers surrounding us, and to the high alder calling them to our side,” Xath pulls from a pouch a few scrolls. I know she had been up late last night preparing these.</p><p> </p><p>I look to Farathier, this is one part I did not ask about first. "We also spoke to Father Dorn. I kept going over what happened with Xath in the temple, and something he said finally clicked. I am only sorry it took me so long to remember, but he spoke of gaining some of his 'powers' on the Isle of Mourning. I went yesterday to make sure he was okay and to ask of words. He is sadly still more in the clouds then with us, but as I was speaking Farathier came in and mentioned Nightgrove’s name. Father Dorn it seems shares our hatred of the King’s Huntsman. There is much he is bound not to say, but he could tell us that the Isle of Morning is Mordred's Isle. This makes two blades here, one in Oceanus and one on the Isle of Mourning with my ancestors tomb." I look to Farathier to see if he wants to add anything. As answer he lets his azure gaze fall to the table, so I continue, "The book the King's men were looking for in the monastery.. it seems Farathier liberated it. He has also been studying it, and well... he has reason to believe that not all the blades are well, blades. The one of the Isle of Mourning he thinks is actually a bow."</p><p> </p><p>Not wanting to stop the momentum I push forward, they will have time to digest all this during the next few days. "Farathier has done such a good job of training some men, that I think that he should be made head of the militia, if his oath to the Talon permits. Arfin will help to teach hand-to-hand combat, but we will have other needs of him, as well. I will help out as I can, and I ask all of you the same. These people need to be able to defend themselves and could use all of our talents to do so. Our loyalties have been disparate of late, but now must come difficult choices. Are our loyalties to each other? I, for one, will stand with you all, as an ally. My bow, friendship and life are yours."</p><p> </p><p>Each of them stands, and each utters their own oath. As each speaks, I feel a wave of magic wash over me. Without saying a word, we know that we have agreed to an oath and a bond for surpassing the words alone. We are now a circle bound strongly together.</p><p> </p><p>Knowing now what is at stake and that none can or would back out, I move things on to our plans. Kareth with few words outlines a very sensible plan, and added with Archonus’ and Justice’ military knowledge becomes a more formal plan. Now I have something to go to the people of Hywrl with. From what we piece together guerrilla warfare would be our best tactic. It would train the new militia and even out the odds. Archonus was placed in charge of recruiting and starting the training of the Shadows of the Phoenix. They would be our stealth and our healers.</p><p> </p><p>"Xath has also expressed a concern over the daily routine of getting a city built that could accommodate the growing numbers of refugees, Hopefully keeping the people happy, and well defended." I look down the table and motion to Xath.</p><p> </p><p>Xath rises with an express like the abbesses used when trying to explain a simple task to the children, “One Separation of useful specialties: Masons, Loggers, Carpenters, Food Preparation, etc. Those with skills not inherently useful to this situation should be put to manual labor or should be apprenticed to the useful skills. Then we set up a crèche. Those without a trade will work in shifts at the Creche, while others work on setting up the new city. Those children old enough can be used as messengers and put in charge of menial tasks. Only during post breakfast and pre-dinner hours.” Taking a deep breath she continues melodically, “In most situations such as this, the economy is reduced to a barter system and takes quite a while to recover. In order to prevent this, the duke and countess should use the funds allotted to keep the economy stimulated. Firstly, all laborers should be paid a standard wage for work done, as though the entire populace were working for the government. Therefore, technically the countess and the Duke “own” every resource produced until the trade market is stable enough to hand it back to the people.</p><p> </p><p>“If a permanent settlement is to be made here, we must know more about the resources of the area. Send out cartographers and scouts to determine sources for food, water, resources, etc. We also need to determine key danger areas, locate them and prepare appropriate defenses. These can also be done through the scouting parties Farathier has spoken of.</p><p> </p><p>A defensive barrier should be set up about the circumference of the expanded city, leaving some room for growth. It would be wise to use a combination of manual defenses and magic. Hopefully the remains of the mage tower will help as they are defending themselves through this. Around the wall, trees should be cleared out about 100 yards away from the wall, eliminating the chance of surprise on the city. If the army of Oceanus decides to move, the city should not be undefended. Afrin would you send word to our your dwarven brothers for help?”</p><p> </p><p>Arfin silently nods still shuffling through the papers she had laid out earlier.</p><p> </p><p>Xath continues with her list, “If we are missing skilled artisans from any crucial profession, word should be sent out to neighboring cities asking for aid.”</p><p> </p><p>As her last statement dies there are murmurs of agreement. Farathier and Arfin take specific points and expand each, but soon quiet is settled again on the table. Glad to see this has already gone so well, I stand again for the last topic, "I know there is much on each of our plates now, but I would ask one to carry even more. What I ask may come as a surprise, but through all our experiences and choices it seems now is the time to decide who will be our voice. Someone must be the public face of our circle. We must have someone to listen to all our ideas, but then take them and make the last decision for us if there is a question. Someone to know the groups feelings individually, but focus us as one. If we are to be arrows, than we must also have a bow.”</p><p> </p><p>Archonus, who stuck to his outside corner chair and has only changed the glint in his eyes to show his agreement and satisfaction at what was being said, rises finally to address the group. "I choose to stand by Lady Fairweather's side. I believe she is the most capable and most willing to lead us in the dark days ahead. I will do what I can to help her should her strength ever fail." Then solemnly to Justice, "Where you lead I will follow."</p><p> </p><p>Justice smiles brightly and with rustling skirts stands, “I would lead you all as I have been trained and bred to against whatever foes we may encounter.”</p><p> </p><p>Kareth and Xath think for a few moments; then each adds there agreement to this choice. Arfin I know will not be the happiest with this choice. Justice is a woman and she is not a dwarf, and is not a true warrior as he has seen. Her ways and her calling are not his, and he is a stubborn one. Finally he grumbles, “We need a leader’ no denyin’ it. I will no’ say nay.” Farathier is the only one left. As all eyes turn toward him, “I will take no orders, but from that who I swear as my lord. I will follow you all and fight by each of you, but do not ask to control me.”</p><p> </p><p>Trying to emphasis that no one will control nor force any one and that we are still the group we have been I return to him, “We will all make the decisions of the group, but when one needs to stand forward as leader then it is the person we agree to now.”</p><p> </p><p>With that I smile and push forward as only time will tell. Letting a pause linger, I then move on "Now, for the future. Though we have set leaders among ourselves, each of us must lead people of our own. Arfin will be our eyes and ears among the deep, dwarven citadels. Farathir will be our greatest general, should he wish it. Even Kaereth will have lives to lead into the great battle ahead. Xath is the glue that will hold the people together, here. But she will also be our spy. I? I will be our legitimacy, at least until Jaine Rhynn can be brought here. I am our shield against the false laws of the King, and I will do all that I can to keep our flight true." I reach out; grasping the arms of each one. Another pact, another seal to what we have said today.</p><p> </p><p>I would leave the room shortly thereafter with a feeling of accomplishment. This is a good beginning. I walk down the hallway my leather boots barely making a sound on the stone flooring. In my hand I hold the circle approved letters that now the Duke needs to sign and witness and then send to the cities around us.</p><p> </p><p>After we finish there, Inelliron comes searching for me, and it seems his eagerness to hand over the ruler ship includes handing over the increased bickering among the people. The Duke and I walk side by side to the palace throne room. During the long passage, he instructs me in the edict of holding court. As I talk to the petitioners the Duke remains close by making softly comments and orders without moving his lips.</p><p> </p><p>By midday Inelliron calls a close to the petitioners at the Duke’s signal. I am not ready to try my hand at this alone and the duke has many other pressing matters to attend. So we agree Irellion will go through the lists and deal with the lesser issues as most of them seem to be. That night we would meet at the kitchen garden to increase the food stores and let me hear the issues my regent had to deal with.</p><p> </p><p>For now though I am free. I made sure yesterday that one of our special guests was given a small room inside the palace walls, and a helper to see to his needs. He has done much for us, from bringing Xath back to teaching Justice about her new powers. There seems to be brief moments when Father Dorn’s eyes clear and he seem to truly understand his surroundings, and in those rare moments I hope we may glean some small bit of knowledge that he holds in abundance. Justice told me as we left the breakfast room that morning that she had some luck putting a practice sword in his hand, but even then it lasted only moments. For now I just need to know he is okay, and being taken care of.</p><p> </p><p>Noticing the young Apectin cleric from Oceanus leaving Father Dorn’s rooms, I approach smiling and bow my head, “Good day Father. I trust he is doing well?” he warily looks me over, and I can almost see his mind remembering our last meeting. He looks back at Father Dorn’s door and then back at me, “As well as can be, thank you for all you have done.”</p><p> </p><p>I smile trying to ease his thoughts, “All I have done is give him a room, with a window, and someone to help him. Not much in the big scheme, but now I will give him something more- a chance to chat.” As he starts to continue past me I reach out barely touching his arm. He looks at me quizzically as I finally continue, “I would ask for information to save these people and to save the whole of the kingdom. For I know there must be a way to stop this army that has attacked Oceanus. My companions and I have been given keys or clues, but most of it in riddles or old script. This may seem a little odd, but there is something I have been wondering. Please tell me, do you know where the last resting place of the Apecto is?"</p><p> </p><p>The young priest looks puzzled, “I don't. I do know that his tomb is definitely hidden. If the mages have told you that they know where it is, then they are lying. After his death, imprisoning the Bluestar, a few of the early members of the Order of the Apecto gathered his remains, his great golden armor, and his weapons, and entrusted them to a few of the Apecto's companions. We know, from the records, that a shrine or a tomb of some sort was built. There are orders for stone, iron, and wood, as well as several large sums leaving the royal treasury. It is a subject of more than passing interest to all of us, in fact! There is great power hidden there, ancient knowledge--believe me, if I knew where it was, it would be there already. We have much the same problem with the tombs of both the Amastacia, and Quarion the Great. We know that they were built, but not where. The materials used would seem to suggest that they could not be easily hidden, were people near them...which means they are either magically concealed, hidden far from prying eyes, or both. Some have guessed that Quarion is interred somewhere inside the Wall, but that would not explain the expenditures apparently made for a tomb. I pray that it helps, Countess. Your hospitality has been a great boon to us. Our meager resources are yours to command.”</p><p> </p><p>“I thank you for your time, and your information, sir.” As we turn away from each other, I swing back, “One other question, good Father: Does the tomb of the last Priest mean anything to you?”</p><p> </p><p>“’The Tomb of the Last Priest’ means nothing to me, as a phrase. I suppose it's a matter if finding out what he or she was the last priest of? The Apecto was called the last priest of the Church of Aon...that was a common epithet for him. He was also the first priest of the Light....But there are a great many other sects that have lived and died than that. I can look into it further, but the vast majority of our libraries are back in Oceanus."</p><p> </p><p>Giving a chuckle, I sign in resignation, “I feared that. You have given me some more to think on, and I thank you for that knowledge. I may have need to ask you more questions, if I may. Please let me know what help you need to set up a place here.” Then bowing my head again let him continue on his way.</p><p> </p><p>From the ground entrance it is a short distance inside to his rooms, as I wanted him to have easy access to the outside, but without always have to hear the commotion from the main rooms. As I enter Father Dorn’s room he smiles up at me. Trying to hide the wave of sadness I smile back at him as I walk to the window. His eyes are cloudy, his expression seemingly a mask of friendliness to hide his always-present confusion. A little more light as a change of pace will be good for him. I fear that he will ask me to change his bed again, as he did on the first meeting, but it was dark and I was in plain attire. "Andara! It is good to see you! It has been too long. I see that you've lost your burden as of late. Tell me! Was it a boy or a girl? Joshua will want to know, as well. I wonder where he is, that old rogue?" I stop in the middle of pulling the curtain back further, w<em>ill he ever be the man he once was?</em> I continue to face the curtain knowing the smile wouldn’t stay on my face, "I remember our friend Joshua, but have not seen him recently. You have called me Andara before, but I have never heard that name before. Can you tell me who Andara was?"</p><p> </p><p>He looks confused. "You mean that you aren't...? Oh dear. I am so sorry...I seem to be so muddled, these days. I had a dream the other day that I was fighting dragons! Dragons of all things! Such things haven't been seen here since my father's father's father's were but a twinkle in their own father's eye!" He takes a deep breath then, trying to steady himself. But he clouds again, blinking for a moment. "Andara! It is good to see you!"</p><p> </p><p>I try again, "Andara, the one with the baby?" He peers up at my face intently, "You mean you are not Andara? Dear me! I must be so confused...if you are not her, then by the Light you look like her...but she was always smiling....you have a serious set to your face, child!" </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>"If she looks like me, I wonder if this Andara is family. Though Link Woodshadow. like my father never told me any names." His eyes cloud, he blinks, and once more greets me as Andara. NO! Not again… he has the knowledge. I just need the key. Farathier did it with a name, "Dragon's have come back to the land, and you did fight them just days ago. That was were we met, remember?"</p><p> </p><p>He looks confused, "Terribly sorry my dear...I do not...I thought you were Andara...” He looks out through the window seeing only what images pass through his mind, “She was beautiful, like you. She had a child on the way...I didn't know the man, but he seemed willing to take care of her." A child and the mother looked like me. Could I have family still roaming out there some place? He blinks. Clouds. "Andara! What brings you to an old man's fair home?"</p><p> </p><p>I look down at the floor, this is going nowhere, and I even tried throwing a name out there, then make the choice... it may work... Turning toward him I force a smile, "Father Dorn, how good to see you! It has been a long time since, since..?" Silently I plead, please light, this is the only way.</p><p> </p><p>"Since you were carrying that burden in your belly, at least!" He says, smiling. He gently pats my hand as he moves toward the small cot. "Tell me, have you found a place to make a home, at long last? I know that Joshua's revelation has made that difficult for all of us! And how is that husband of yours? I know he'll make a fine father."</p><p> </p><p>No turning back now... to see such happiness and life restored even if for a little while, and he may hold the answers we need. So I pull the small wood chair beside his bed and sitting down answer him, "Ah yes, so much has happened since that day. It was a girl, a beautiful baby girl." If he pushes it at least I know about girls. Smiling fondling and thinking could it actually be my mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, or some relation even far distant. I can only hope his mind will last, or give me more of a glimmer of what track to use. "We are living with Joshua's words, but I must know what were his exact words?"</p><p> </p><p>"You know them as much as I, Andara! Your secret! The secret of the pendent you wear between your breasts! There are many who could not bear the truth be told...your bloodline could be as explosive as Joshua's! You must keep the child safe, for were the Deathlord to find you, there is no doubt in my mind that you would be dead. I wish we had never been sent to that accursed Isle! It taunts me! So close, and yet so dangerous....I cannot bear to imagine returning to that living hell."</p><p> </p><p>I try to keep the smile in place, and I unconsciously rub where the pendant does indeed hang around my neck. Only two hold this charm, and only one had a child, "Yes, the secret. The Isle of Mourning." Why did they not pass it on... my blood.. Michael had to of known... maybe I was not ready.</p><p> </p><p>"Aye! The Isle of Mourning. Will you tell him? Will you tell your husband everything that happened? There are things that happened there that...things that he may be uncomfortable with. Can he understand?"</p><p> </p><p>If I was right then he was speaking of Michael, slowly almost not wanting to believe the pieces were falling into place, "He will love the child and protect her I know it, and should something happen to me..." <em>What a choice it had to have been...to protect and lie, to trust and reveal...</em> "It changed us all... without choice."</p><p> </p><p>He looks downward, almost in shame. "Then he knows? That the child is not his? He knows that the child is Joshua's? Thank the Light! Truly, he is a far bigger man than I would be. I don't think Joshua told Katherine, either...pray that she never finds out through another. But you are right. We had no choice...no choice at all...it was survival, desperation...and prophecy."</p><p> </p><p>I sit in chocked silence. “Joshua..." Quickly linking the name to Justice... I can not help but mutter, “<em>she doesn't know</em>... she would have said something… Prophecy, and survival?..." My mind was racing faster then the thought could come out of my mouth. <em>Michael, my father... did he ever actually know...is that why he acted as he did, trained me, taught me. Secrets, but how closely where they held, “</em>Who else knows?”</p><p> </p><p>"Only those of us who were trapped on the island...no one else. As I said, Joshua refused to tell even his own daughter. Katherine is growing up, with all the fire her mother had. He didn't wish to tarnish Katie's mother's memory." Justice had told me her mother’s name was Katie short for Katherine, it must have been given for Justice’s grandmother also named Katherine. “What if something should happen to me and my child’s blood is known to the world, what would you tell my child? What of the blood.”</p><p> </p><p>"Andara, though we know that Joshua's blood and yours are mixed in the child, there is little to fear, save in pride...we knew that the line had to continue, a demand of the old prophecy...we got you out, then. It was only the purest luck that allowed the two of us to escape, as well. You MUST have a child, and that child must live. These old lines...it was whispered that the powers of both were unlikely to survive in a single child. My wish that the child take after you was of a far smaller matter, though. I simply hoped that she carry your blood, your features, and your talents so that your husband will not suspect...what happened."</p><p> </p><p>“Yes, let us hope… for all involved.” Even as I say this his eyes start to cloud over then slowly drift close. Tears form as I realize I can not thank him, nor pressure him more now. So with a glance that is all is in order for his chamber, and a small kiss to his forehead, I leave making sure to close the door behind me. I pause there in the hallway. Justice… Katie, her mother, my… sister…but to trust the words of the fading old man alone. Joshua, the cleric with Jaine, yes, he will know. But he said nothing of it the last time we spoke. At least he can claim Justice as family… legitimate family. This is something for me alone for awhile at least.</p><p> </p><p>Now nothing can come of it, good nor bad. I must have proof first before I tell anyone. He mind is going, and it may simply be random events placed together. It may not be truth. I must make sure that when I visit Father Dorn there are no other people around. Only Farathier heard the name Andara spoken and even then it was but in passing. Hopefully no one will connect them with me until it gets sorted out or confirmed. But for now I need time. Michael.</p><p> </p><p>Lost in thought I almost miss the hurried footsteps of a young elvin girl. I see her braids have been pushed back to show off her elven ears. It seems her pride is intact. She quickly slows her advance as she nears me, and then timidly, “My mother told me I was to check on Father Dorn.” Erasing the sadness from my face and pushing away from the wall, “I know Sortia. I asked her if you both could check on his comfort. I must say that you have done a very good job of watching over this great man so far.”</p><p> </p><p>She smiles tentatively and takes a few steps closer, then whispers in confidence, “He does not seem so great to me. He is always looking around like he is looking for something. Something he lost. If I ask he just shakes his head and says it will come to him in time.”</p><p> </p><p>“He has lost a great many things. If not for him, Xath would not be here now,” at Xath’s name the child perks up, and her mouth forms a little O of shock. “Yes, each time you enter the room you are in the presence of a man that saved our lives. He has seen and lived a truly amazing life. He has traveled the kingdom. He has wielded great magic and he has bested great odds. So you are actually helping a great man when you enter that room, and-“ I lean down to look at her face to face, “and you are helping myself and Xath care for a great friend.” I slowly straighten to my full height and ruffling her hair slightly on the way out re-enter the fading afternoon light. Sortia will no doubt now ask Xath about him, but better her tell the story then I. Sortia would miss much in the telling should I speak of it, and I saw the change in her little face when Xath’s name was mentioned. It seems Xath has found another devoted follower.</p><p> </p><p>Trying to push the words of Father Dorn from my mind, I go in search of information. I need to know as much about what is happening and the people around as possible. I have given the Duke room and a command of sort in Link’s tree. It seems the enclave of tents and ropes has been dubbed New Oceanus. It seems only fitting that he continue to see to his people.</p><p> </p><p>I am to stay in Hyrwl to establish my own legitimacy. There is still much for the Duke to teach me, but I must learn quickly. As the day starts to close, I realize the walls will go up even out here and the buildings will close me in slowly. We have discussed the possible need to stay here for weeks. Tonight I will see if I can go with Archonus and Greylocke again.</p><p> </p><p>As I walk to the far side of the thorn walls away from the Link’s tree I pass by the fighting and training grounds. The few wooden planks and muddy ground don’t say much, but the makeshift targets are clear enough. It is more the individuals themselves in the area then anything else though that marks it a playground of war. Most stand around poised and on edge, sweaty and bloodied from practicing through the day. Farathier and Arfin seem to be doing a good job with the training.</p><p> </p><p>As I slowly move closer I catch a glimpse of one fight close to the center. I catch glimpses of Farathiers short yellow hair and rigid face. With one sickening crack and a loud cheer the fight was marked at an end. The small crowd parts and the loser walks toward me. He is holding one hand to his side and trying to not hobble on a swollen ankle. As he approaches, I nod to a stool that has water and cloth already laid out. I remember the long training with Michael, and know this is not the first nor will it be that last time these medicines must be used.</p><p> </p><p>Watching as he maneuvers his body into the wobbly stool, unsurely I say, “It’s a good thing Farathier will not let you all spare with true blades, yet.” He grunts happily through gritted teeth as I push on his shoulder bending him slightly sideways. As I push on his ribs feeling for the wound he looks back to his fighting companions, “Ah, but to fight. This time we will be ready for them, healer.” I chuckle at his enthusiasm quickly placing some herbs and roots on his wound and bandaging him up. Farathier had walked up in that time asking after his soldier. I could see a few bruises were someone had gotten some good swipes in on Farathier’s skin as well, but knew he would not like sympathy for such small wounds in front of these men.</p><p> </p><p>When I am finished I wash my hands, and my patient stands bowing, “Thank you my lady.” Ah yes, Farathier had snidely used my title in greeting. Lucky for him, I have also seen him in battle and times of troubles, and for those times I know somewhere in side him lies a core of goodness.</p><p> </p><p>Shaking off my hands I reply to the young man, “Do not thank me, thank Farathier for tripping you at the end instead of…. I have seen him fight and you young ones still have much to learn.” His grin takes on a cocky tilt, “I will eventually beat him.” I can only laugh and walk away saying over my shoulder, “Yes, you just may at that.”</p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">As I leave Hywrl I look up at the darkening sky and breath deeply. I look over my shoulder and see my recent patient is still at my heels, “Is there something else you need?” Frustrated he walks up to me, “My lady, we have not had a ruler in a long while and I have heard… the Duke travels with guards and I am training to be a guard-” I can only shake my head, “I shall be fine. You need rest and the care of your wife if you are to be any good to this community. Farathier has the say on who he sees fit to be leaders and guards for this town.” He looks for a moment like he will argue, but then sighing, “I shall go, but… My name is Michael.” I smile and nod at his offer, not sure what else I can say or do. His name is Michael. Yes, I shall get to know him more, and see if maybe he is the son my father… the man who raised me, never had.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Now to search out Greylocke. He is the easier of the two to find.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Laurel, post: 2022178, member: 17067"] [b]Chapter Five: “A Hidden Kingdom”[/b] [i]Day Eighteen- Hywrl[/i] Dawn has not yet come to the small central island of Prydein, but inside my safe bed in the palace of Hywrl my alarm on the doorway awakens me. Slowly I see the faint dancing light of Xath’s candle on the wooden wall. Then the barest creak as the door closes shut. I wait for a few seconds then utter a short command silencing the echoing in my head from her activating my warning spell. One of these days I will have to ask if she knows what I do, but then again it is a nice routine. I slowly stand, carefully pulling the heavy blanket with me and going to the open shutters. The sharp hits my face and whips my tangled hair into my eyes. I stand in the doorway with only the thick blanket protecting me and look out at the expanse of city, walls, and tents. What am I to do? Luckily before I can think to much on that a soft knock sounds at the door. Thinking it to be Xath, I am met with surprise when the small girl from last night- Sortia enters the room at my call to enter. Her hair is in neat golden braids running down her back, her brown and rust colored clothes simple and sturdy but also clean and neat. She jumps a little as I speak a simple, “Good morning.” She looks toward the open windows stammering out that she was sent to gather my clothes. Without waiting for a response she bundles my outfit of yesterday and the last month into her small arms. I watch her leave then going to the door close it again. Turning slowly in the middle of the room, I slowly drop down into a cross legged position. Letting the blanket puddle around me making a small nest on the floor, my skin becomes numb almost instantly with the morning chill. With that I slowly start my daily ritual. Michael had been a firm believer that these morning devotions were to connect the person to the light, and so should reflect that personal aspect. He disliked the religious leaders who taught only one thing to say, since he knew each sect spoke different prayers yet each was answered. Since leaving the cottage, my prayers had changed. I had gained knowledge and power, and it seemed Michael was right… the light answered each person’s call. As the time passed, Anon begins to warm my skin to an almost bearable temperature when I once again pull the cloth around me and stand. The thoughts and concerns start rushing into my mind as I ready for the day. The group has all agreed to meet in a few short minutes to break their fast together. I hurriedly dress. Yesterday Inelliron had taken my elven chain and one set of clothes to be washed and mended and polished, as he had taken the others as well. This morning I don each piece taking comfort in each piece of armor. Not wanting to have to return to the hall each time I need my bow I carry it with me. It seems it has also become my symbol, just as Archonus has his mask and Arfin his hammer. Wanting to be the first one there, I walk to the agreed upon room. Justice and Archon are already there. Archon is not dressed in his usually drab, concealing clothes. Surprisingly today he wears simply his elven boots, a sleeveless brown tunic, and short, well broken-in pants. His only other adornment seems to be the cord and ring around his neck. The mark normally stark over his eye is concealed by his recently acquired magic ring. Noticing my wandering mind, I quickly look at Justice. She wears a billowy dress suited for court life, but it seems out of place for the warrior we see her as. “We have agreed and are prepared,” Justice says from Archonus’ side. I look for confirmation and see Archonus nod. Good… and so smiling turn to see who’s footsteps we hear approaching. Xath slowly comes through the door wearing a very simple blue dress; she first goes to give Justice a hug and greeting. As she does this I hear Kaereth lumber in. Directly behind Kareth is a little round upset dwarf. "Hello! Good Arfin," I greet him. The only response I gets is a grumbling, "Tis to early fer anythin' good." Afrin in a simple outfit made for the practicing field, walks directly to the closest chair and climbs in. Farathier is the last to arrive, his omnipresent silent scowl greeting us. It’s not a friendly look, but then, little about Farathir ever seems friendly. At the very least, it is comfortingly familiar. A bowl of fruit and something that looks like cooked oats in another bowl. No more or less than what the people encamped outside the walls of Hyrwl are getting, this food is at least served on fancier plates. I was glad to see the fruit it meant it was holding since our work last night. Sighing I picked up both bowls taking them to the table, and telling myself firmly that for now it was a time for remembering our friendships and our connections. I watch and listen as the group of friends make small talk, sharing tiny bits of the flurry of activity that has happened over the past 48 hours, interrupted only by the silence that accompanies shoving a bit of bread into one’s mouth. Glad to see things starting off so well, I wait until the plates and food are taken away. I stumble a little over his name, but thank the serving boy by name. I rise to stand from the table motioning them to remain seated, "I thank you all for the wonderful meal, and for what you have already done for these people. I asked you here for more then to just eat a meal, though the jokes and time have been nice. I first want to share something with you, and only you... something I did not mention before. I think you all have seen this.” I slowly reach up and take the Woodshadow necklace from my neck. “It is all I have of my mother, and what will identify me to the Woodshadow's people.” “I know only one other being that has this same necklace, Link's daughter. She must also now be assumed an enemy, though I know not for which side.” My mind’s eye flashes back and I hear my voice speaking an oath of forgiveness and revenge. “I tell you this now, so you know now my whole story and all that I have. If something happens to me take the pendant. Though it holds nothing but sentimental value, I would not see it end in the hands of the enemy even as a trinket. This pendant is a symbol of the Woodshadow line. The people he trained in secret, carry this mark as a tattoo in places I have already told you about. In light of this, and I hope you all will support me, I am going to commission a banner made that carries this symbol. It will be the banner for Hywrl and those within." At this statement, Justice rises and interjects, “I am making a banner for the Phoenix Army. With the added blessing of the clerics here, we should have a banner that will raise the spirits of all.” Xath raises her voice as well, “I have been thinking on such an idea. May I help you?” Justice looks around and seems to think this over, “I do not see why not, it is to be our banner.” Pulling a parchment from my pocket, I draw attention to the next matter, "I also would ask all of you to look at what Duke Greyclaw, Arin Inelliron, and I have prepared for the King. News is even now spreading of Oceanus and of me... Hopefully this will ensure the King that Hyrwl still is in the hands of the kingdom, but it will give him more then just a prick in his side." Unrolling the parchment I slide it to the middle of the table... I had laid it pointing towards Xath, and as expected she reads aloud the words written, "To His Majesty, King Tain I, 23rd King of the Falcon Kingdom, I write you with the deepest sadness weighing down my heart. You proxy, Baron Edriss Kiva, Lord Hyrwl, was slain a few short days ago by traitors to The crown. Though swift justice was dealt to those who wronged the rightful Ruler of the Barony, here, Baron Kiva did not live through the night. But all was not lost, for true blood of the Woodshadow has been found! A granddaughter, long hidden from us, emerged from the shadows to guide the barony through this time of mourning for their Lord. Even now she takes her rightful seat, and has promised to serve the throne until the last strength has left her hands. Hyrwl finally has its rightful Baroness! L'Aurel Woodshadow has come! Business of the throne demands that Lady Hyrwl places herself in grave danger. She has pledged to see Oceanus free, with Duke Greyclaw back upon his throne within a year’s time. Yet, she understands your need to battle the Bluestar on faraway shores. She has contacted an army that shall help her free her people—the Army of the Phoenix. They have come to her aid! I am to assure you that Hyrwl, and the surrounding barony, will use all of its resources in the best interests of the Throne. Lastly, I am to tell you two words, spoken from my Lady's own lips: 'We Know.' Rule in truth, --Arin Inelliron (Greyclaw), Regent of the Barony of Hyrwl." As Xath looks up she continues, “Here are also letters to the rulers surrounding us, and to the high alder calling them to our side,” Xath pulls from a pouch a few scrolls. I know she had been up late last night preparing these. I look to Farathier, this is one part I did not ask about first. "We also spoke to Father Dorn. I kept going over what happened with Xath in the temple, and something he said finally clicked. I am only sorry it took me so long to remember, but he spoke of gaining some of his 'powers' on the Isle of Mourning. I went yesterday to make sure he was okay and to ask of words. He is sadly still more in the clouds then with us, but as I was speaking Farathier came in and mentioned Nightgrove’s name. Father Dorn it seems shares our hatred of the King’s Huntsman. There is much he is bound not to say, but he could tell us that the Isle of Morning is Mordred's Isle. This makes two blades here, one in Oceanus and one on the Isle of Mourning with my ancestors tomb." I look to Farathier to see if he wants to add anything. As answer he lets his azure gaze fall to the table, so I continue, "The book the King's men were looking for in the monastery.. it seems Farathier liberated it. He has also been studying it, and well... he has reason to believe that not all the blades are well, blades. The one of the Isle of Mourning he thinks is actually a bow." Not wanting to stop the momentum I push forward, they will have time to digest all this during the next few days. "Farathier has done such a good job of training some men, that I think that he should be made head of the militia, if his oath to the Talon permits. Arfin will help to teach hand-to-hand combat, but we will have other needs of him, as well. I will help out as I can, and I ask all of you the same. These people need to be able to defend themselves and could use all of our talents to do so. Our loyalties have been disparate of late, but now must come difficult choices. Are our loyalties to each other? I, for one, will stand with you all, as an ally. My bow, friendship and life are yours." Each of them stands, and each utters their own oath. As each speaks, I feel a wave of magic wash over me. Without saying a word, we know that we have agreed to an oath and a bond for surpassing the words alone. We are now a circle bound strongly together. Knowing now what is at stake and that none can or would back out, I move things on to our plans. Kareth with few words outlines a very sensible plan, and added with Archonus’ and Justice’ military knowledge becomes a more formal plan. Now I have something to go to the people of Hywrl with. From what we piece together guerrilla warfare would be our best tactic. It would train the new militia and even out the odds. Archonus was placed in charge of recruiting and starting the training of the Shadows of the Phoenix. They would be our stealth and our healers. "Xath has also expressed a concern over the daily routine of getting a city built that could accommodate the growing numbers of refugees, Hopefully keeping the people happy, and well defended." I look down the table and motion to Xath. Xath rises with an express like the abbesses used when trying to explain a simple task to the children, “One Separation of useful specialties: Masons, Loggers, Carpenters, Food Preparation, etc. Those with skills not inherently useful to this situation should be put to manual labor or should be apprenticed to the useful skills. Then we set up a crèche. Those without a trade will work in shifts at the Creche, while others work on setting up the new city. Those children old enough can be used as messengers and put in charge of menial tasks. Only during post breakfast and pre-dinner hours.” Taking a deep breath she continues melodically, “In most situations such as this, the economy is reduced to a barter system and takes quite a while to recover. In order to prevent this, the duke and countess should use the funds allotted to keep the economy stimulated. Firstly, all laborers should be paid a standard wage for work done, as though the entire populace were working for the government. Therefore, technically the countess and the Duke “own” every resource produced until the trade market is stable enough to hand it back to the people. “If a permanent settlement is to be made here, we must know more about the resources of the area. Send out cartographers and scouts to determine sources for food, water, resources, etc. We also need to determine key danger areas, locate them and prepare appropriate defenses. These can also be done through the scouting parties Farathier has spoken of. A defensive barrier should be set up about the circumference of the expanded city, leaving some room for growth. It would be wise to use a combination of manual defenses and magic. Hopefully the remains of the mage tower will help as they are defending themselves through this. Around the wall, trees should be cleared out about 100 yards away from the wall, eliminating the chance of surprise on the city. If the army of Oceanus decides to move, the city should not be undefended. Afrin would you send word to our your dwarven brothers for help?” Arfin silently nods still shuffling through the papers she had laid out earlier. Xath continues with her list, “If we are missing skilled artisans from any crucial profession, word should be sent out to neighboring cities asking for aid.” As her last statement dies there are murmurs of agreement. Farathier and Arfin take specific points and expand each, but soon quiet is settled again on the table. Glad to see this has already gone so well, I stand again for the last topic, "I know there is much on each of our plates now, but I would ask one to carry even more. What I ask may come as a surprise, but through all our experiences and choices it seems now is the time to decide who will be our voice. Someone must be the public face of our circle. We must have someone to listen to all our ideas, but then take them and make the last decision for us if there is a question. Someone to know the groups feelings individually, but focus us as one. If we are to be arrows, than we must also have a bow.” Archonus, who stuck to his outside corner chair and has only changed the glint in his eyes to show his agreement and satisfaction at what was being said, rises finally to address the group. "I choose to stand by Lady Fairweather's side. I believe she is the most capable and most willing to lead us in the dark days ahead. I will do what I can to help her should her strength ever fail." Then solemnly to Justice, "Where you lead I will follow." Justice smiles brightly and with rustling skirts stands, “I would lead you all as I have been trained and bred to against whatever foes we may encounter.” Kareth and Xath think for a few moments; then each adds there agreement to this choice. Arfin I know will not be the happiest with this choice. Justice is a woman and she is not a dwarf, and is not a true warrior as he has seen. Her ways and her calling are not his, and he is a stubborn one. Finally he grumbles, “We need a leader’ no denyin’ it. I will no’ say nay.” Farathier is the only one left. As all eyes turn toward him, “I will take no orders, but from that who I swear as my lord. I will follow you all and fight by each of you, but do not ask to control me.” Trying to emphasis that no one will control nor force any one and that we are still the group we have been I return to him, “We will all make the decisions of the group, but when one needs to stand forward as leader then it is the person we agree to now.” With that I smile and push forward as only time will tell. Letting a pause linger, I then move on "Now, for the future. Though we have set leaders among ourselves, each of us must lead people of our own. Arfin will be our eyes and ears among the deep, dwarven citadels. Farathir will be our greatest general, should he wish it. Even Kaereth will have lives to lead into the great battle ahead. Xath is the glue that will hold the people together, here. But she will also be our spy. I? I will be our legitimacy, at least until Jaine Rhynn can be brought here. I am our shield against the false laws of the King, and I will do all that I can to keep our flight true." I reach out; grasping the arms of each one. Another pact, another seal to what we have said today. I would leave the room shortly thereafter with a feeling of accomplishment. This is a good beginning. I walk down the hallway my leather boots barely making a sound on the stone flooring. In my hand I hold the circle approved letters that now the Duke needs to sign and witness and then send to the cities around us. After we finish there, Inelliron comes searching for me, and it seems his eagerness to hand over the ruler ship includes handing over the increased bickering among the people. The Duke and I walk side by side to the palace throne room. During the long passage, he instructs me in the edict of holding court. As I talk to the petitioners the Duke remains close by making softly comments and orders without moving his lips. By midday Inelliron calls a close to the petitioners at the Duke’s signal. I am not ready to try my hand at this alone and the duke has many other pressing matters to attend. So we agree Irellion will go through the lists and deal with the lesser issues as most of them seem to be. That night we would meet at the kitchen garden to increase the food stores and let me hear the issues my regent had to deal with. For now though I am free. I made sure yesterday that one of our special guests was given a small room inside the palace walls, and a helper to see to his needs. He has done much for us, from bringing Xath back to teaching Justice about her new powers. There seems to be brief moments when Father Dorn’s eyes clear and he seem to truly understand his surroundings, and in those rare moments I hope we may glean some small bit of knowledge that he holds in abundance. Justice told me as we left the breakfast room that morning that she had some luck putting a practice sword in his hand, but even then it lasted only moments. For now I just need to know he is okay, and being taken care of. Noticing the young Apectin cleric from Oceanus leaving Father Dorn’s rooms, I approach smiling and bow my head, “Good day Father. I trust he is doing well?” he warily looks me over, and I can almost see his mind remembering our last meeting. He looks back at Father Dorn’s door and then back at me, “As well as can be, thank you for all you have done.” I smile trying to ease his thoughts, “All I have done is give him a room, with a window, and someone to help him. Not much in the big scheme, but now I will give him something more- a chance to chat.” As he starts to continue past me I reach out barely touching his arm. He looks at me quizzically as I finally continue, “I would ask for information to save these people and to save the whole of the kingdom. For I know there must be a way to stop this army that has attacked Oceanus. My companions and I have been given keys or clues, but most of it in riddles or old script. This may seem a little odd, but there is something I have been wondering. Please tell me, do you know where the last resting place of the Apecto is?" The young priest looks puzzled, “I don't. I do know that his tomb is definitely hidden. If the mages have told you that they know where it is, then they are lying. After his death, imprisoning the Bluestar, a few of the early members of the Order of the Apecto gathered his remains, his great golden armor, and his weapons, and entrusted them to a few of the Apecto's companions. We know, from the records, that a shrine or a tomb of some sort was built. There are orders for stone, iron, and wood, as well as several large sums leaving the royal treasury. It is a subject of more than passing interest to all of us, in fact! There is great power hidden there, ancient knowledge--believe me, if I knew where it was, it would be there already. We have much the same problem with the tombs of both the Amastacia, and Quarion the Great. We know that they were built, but not where. The materials used would seem to suggest that they could not be easily hidden, were people near them...which means they are either magically concealed, hidden far from prying eyes, or both. Some have guessed that Quarion is interred somewhere inside the Wall, but that would not explain the expenditures apparently made for a tomb. I pray that it helps, Countess. Your hospitality has been a great boon to us. Our meager resources are yours to command.” “I thank you for your time, and your information, sir.” As we turn away from each other, I swing back, “One other question, good Father: Does the tomb of the last Priest mean anything to you?” “’The Tomb of the Last Priest’ means nothing to me, as a phrase. I suppose it's a matter if finding out what he or she was the last priest of? The Apecto was called the last priest of the Church of Aon...that was a common epithet for him. He was also the first priest of the Light....But there are a great many other sects that have lived and died than that. I can look into it further, but the vast majority of our libraries are back in Oceanus." Giving a chuckle, I sign in resignation, “I feared that. You have given me some more to think on, and I thank you for that knowledge. I may have need to ask you more questions, if I may. Please let me know what help you need to set up a place here.” Then bowing my head again let him continue on his way. From the ground entrance it is a short distance inside to his rooms, as I wanted him to have easy access to the outside, but without always have to hear the commotion from the main rooms. As I enter Father Dorn’s room he smiles up at me. Trying to hide the wave of sadness I smile back at him as I walk to the window. His eyes are cloudy, his expression seemingly a mask of friendliness to hide his always-present confusion. A little more light as a change of pace will be good for him. I fear that he will ask me to change his bed again, as he did on the first meeting, but it was dark and I was in plain attire. "Andara! It is good to see you! It has been too long. I see that you've lost your burden as of late. Tell me! Was it a boy or a girl? Joshua will want to know, as well. I wonder where he is, that old rogue?" I stop in the middle of pulling the curtain back further, w[i]ill he ever be the man he once was?[/i] I continue to face the curtain knowing the smile wouldn’t stay on my face, "I remember our friend Joshua, but have not seen him recently. You have called me Andara before, but I have never heard that name before. Can you tell me who Andara was?" He looks confused. "You mean that you aren't...? Oh dear. I am so sorry...I seem to be so muddled, these days. I had a dream the other day that I was fighting dragons! Dragons of all things! Such things haven't been seen here since my father's father's father's were but a twinkle in their own father's eye!" He takes a deep breath then, trying to steady himself. But he clouds again, blinking for a moment. "Andara! It is good to see you!" I try again, "Andara, the one with the baby?" He peers up at my face intently, "You mean you are not Andara? Dear me! I must be so confused...if you are not her, then by the Light you look like her...but she was always smiling....you have a serious set to your face, child!" "If she looks like me, I wonder if this Andara is family. Though Link Woodshadow. like my father never told me any names." His eyes cloud, he blinks, and once more greets me as Andara. NO! Not again… he has the knowledge. I just need the key. Farathier did it with a name, "Dragon's have come back to the land, and you did fight them just days ago. That was were we met, remember?" He looks confused, "Terribly sorry my dear...I do not...I thought you were Andara...” He looks out through the window seeing only what images pass through his mind, “She was beautiful, like you. She had a child on the way...I didn't know the man, but he seemed willing to take care of her." A child and the mother looked like me. Could I have family still roaming out there some place? He blinks. Clouds. "Andara! What brings you to an old man's fair home?" I look down at the floor, this is going nowhere, and I even tried throwing a name out there, then make the choice... it may work... Turning toward him I force a smile, "Father Dorn, how good to see you! It has been a long time since, since..?" Silently I plead, please light, this is the only way. "Since you were carrying that burden in your belly, at least!" He says, smiling. He gently pats my hand as he moves toward the small cot. "Tell me, have you found a place to make a home, at long last? I know that Joshua's revelation has made that difficult for all of us! And how is that husband of yours? I know he'll make a fine father." No turning back now... to see such happiness and life restored even if for a little while, and he may hold the answers we need. So I pull the small wood chair beside his bed and sitting down answer him, "Ah yes, so much has happened since that day. It was a girl, a beautiful baby girl." If he pushes it at least I know about girls. Smiling fondling and thinking could it actually be my mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, or some relation even far distant. I can only hope his mind will last, or give me more of a glimmer of what track to use. "We are living with Joshua's words, but I must know what were his exact words?" "You know them as much as I, Andara! Your secret! The secret of the pendent you wear between your breasts! There are many who could not bear the truth be told...your bloodline could be as explosive as Joshua's! You must keep the child safe, for were the Deathlord to find you, there is no doubt in my mind that you would be dead. I wish we had never been sent to that accursed Isle! It taunts me! So close, and yet so dangerous....I cannot bear to imagine returning to that living hell." I try to keep the smile in place, and I unconsciously rub where the pendant does indeed hang around my neck. Only two hold this charm, and only one had a child, "Yes, the secret. The Isle of Mourning." Why did they not pass it on... my blood.. Michael had to of known... maybe I was not ready. "Aye! The Isle of Mourning. Will you tell him? Will you tell your husband everything that happened? There are things that happened there that...things that he may be uncomfortable with. Can he understand?" If I was right then he was speaking of Michael, slowly almost not wanting to believe the pieces were falling into place, "He will love the child and protect her I know it, and should something happen to me..." [i]What a choice it had to have been...to protect and lie, to trust and reveal...[/i] "It changed us all... without choice." He looks downward, almost in shame. "Then he knows? That the child is not his? He knows that the child is Joshua's? Thank the Light! Truly, he is a far bigger man than I would be. I don't think Joshua told Katherine, either...pray that she never finds out through another. But you are right. We had no choice...no choice at all...it was survival, desperation...and prophecy." I sit in chocked silence. “Joshua..." Quickly linking the name to Justice... I can not help but mutter, “[i]she doesn't know[/i]... she would have said something… Prophecy, and survival?..." My mind was racing faster then the thought could come out of my mouth. [i]Michael, my father... did he ever actually know...is that why he acted as he did, trained me, taught me. Secrets, but how closely where they held, “[/i]Who else knows?” "Only those of us who were trapped on the island...no one else. As I said, Joshua refused to tell even his own daughter. Katherine is growing up, with all the fire her mother had. He didn't wish to tarnish Katie's mother's memory." Justice had told me her mother’s name was Katie short for Katherine, it must have been given for Justice’s grandmother also named Katherine. “What if something should happen to me and my child’s blood is known to the world, what would you tell my child? What of the blood.” "Andara, though we know that Joshua's blood and yours are mixed in the child, there is little to fear, save in pride...we knew that the line had to continue, a demand of the old prophecy...we got you out, then. It was only the purest luck that allowed the two of us to escape, as well. You MUST have a child, and that child must live. These old lines...it was whispered that the powers of both were unlikely to survive in a single child. My wish that the child take after you was of a far smaller matter, though. I simply hoped that she carry your blood, your features, and your talents so that your husband will not suspect...what happened." “Yes, let us hope… for all involved.” Even as I say this his eyes start to cloud over then slowly drift close. Tears form as I realize I can not thank him, nor pressure him more now. So with a glance that is all is in order for his chamber, and a small kiss to his forehead, I leave making sure to close the door behind me. I pause there in the hallway. Justice… Katie, her mother, my… sister…but to trust the words of the fading old man alone. Joshua, the cleric with Jaine, yes, he will know. But he said nothing of it the last time we spoke. At least he can claim Justice as family… legitimate family. This is something for me alone for awhile at least. Now nothing can come of it, good nor bad. I must have proof first before I tell anyone. He mind is going, and it may simply be random events placed together. It may not be truth. I must make sure that when I visit Father Dorn there are no other people around. Only Farathier heard the name Andara spoken and even then it was but in passing. Hopefully no one will connect them with me until it gets sorted out or confirmed. But for now I need time. Michael. Lost in thought I almost miss the hurried footsteps of a young elvin girl. I see her braids have been pushed back to show off her elven ears. It seems her pride is intact. She quickly slows her advance as she nears me, and then timidly, “My mother told me I was to check on Father Dorn.” Erasing the sadness from my face and pushing away from the wall, “I know Sortia. I asked her if you both could check on his comfort. I must say that you have done a very good job of watching over this great man so far.” She smiles tentatively and takes a few steps closer, then whispers in confidence, “He does not seem so great to me. He is always looking around like he is looking for something. Something he lost. If I ask he just shakes his head and says it will come to him in time.” “He has lost a great many things. If not for him, Xath would not be here now,” at Xath’s name the child perks up, and her mouth forms a little O of shock. “Yes, each time you enter the room you are in the presence of a man that saved our lives. He has seen and lived a truly amazing life. He has traveled the kingdom. He has wielded great magic and he has bested great odds. So you are actually helping a great man when you enter that room, and-“ I lean down to look at her face to face, “and you are helping myself and Xath care for a great friend.” I slowly straighten to my full height and ruffling her hair slightly on the way out re-enter the fading afternoon light. Sortia will no doubt now ask Xath about him, but better her tell the story then I. Sortia would miss much in the telling should I speak of it, and I saw the change in her little face when Xath’s name was mentioned. It seems Xath has found another devoted follower. Trying to push the words of Father Dorn from my mind, I go in search of information. I need to know as much about what is happening and the people around as possible. I have given the Duke room and a command of sort in Link’s tree. It seems the enclave of tents and ropes has been dubbed New Oceanus. It seems only fitting that he continue to see to his people. I am to stay in Hyrwl to establish my own legitimacy. There is still much for the Duke to teach me, but I must learn quickly. As the day starts to close, I realize the walls will go up even out here and the buildings will close me in slowly. We have discussed the possible need to stay here for weeks. Tonight I will see if I can go with Archonus and Greylocke again. As I walk to the far side of the thorn walls away from the Link’s tree I pass by the fighting and training grounds. The few wooden planks and muddy ground don’t say much, but the makeshift targets are clear enough. It is more the individuals themselves in the area then anything else though that marks it a playground of war. Most stand around poised and on edge, sweaty and bloodied from practicing through the day. Farathier and Arfin seem to be doing a good job with the training. As I slowly move closer I catch a glimpse of one fight close to the center. I catch glimpses of Farathiers short yellow hair and rigid face. With one sickening crack and a loud cheer the fight was marked at an end. The small crowd parts and the loser walks toward me. He is holding one hand to his side and trying to not hobble on a swollen ankle. As he approaches, I nod to a stool that has water and cloth already laid out. I remember the long training with Michael, and know this is not the first nor will it be that last time these medicines must be used. Watching as he maneuvers his body into the wobbly stool, unsurely I say, “It’s a good thing Farathier will not let you all spare with true blades, yet.” He grunts happily through gritted teeth as I push on his shoulder bending him slightly sideways. As I push on his ribs feeling for the wound he looks back to his fighting companions, “Ah, but to fight. This time we will be ready for them, healer.” I chuckle at his enthusiasm quickly placing some herbs and roots on his wound and bandaging him up. Farathier had walked up in that time asking after his soldier. I could see a few bruises were someone had gotten some good swipes in on Farathier’s skin as well, but knew he would not like sympathy for such small wounds in front of these men. When I am finished I wash my hands, and my patient stands bowing, “Thank you my lady.” Ah yes, Farathier had snidely used my title in greeting. Lucky for him, I have also seen him in battle and times of troubles, and for those times I know somewhere in side him lies a core of goodness. Shaking off my hands I reply to the young man, “Do not thank me, thank Farathier for tripping you at the end instead of…. I have seen him fight and you young ones still have much to learn.” His grin takes on a cocky tilt, “I will eventually beat him.” I can only laugh and walk away saying over my shoulder, “Yes, you just may at that.” [font='Times New Roman']As I leave Hywrl I look up at the darkening sky and breath deeply. I look over my shoulder and see my recent patient is still at my heels, “Is there something else you need?” Frustrated he walks up to me, “My lady, we have not had a ruler in a long while and I have heard… the Duke travels with guards and I am training to be a guard-” I can only shake my head, “I shall be fine. You need rest and the care of your wife if you are to be any good to this community. Farathier has the say on who he sees fit to be leaders and guards for this town.” He looks for a moment like he will argue, but then sighing, “I shall go, but… My name is Michael.” I smile and nod at his offer, not sure what else I can say or do. His name is Michael. Yes, I shall get to know him more, and see if maybe he is the son my father… the man who raised me, never had.[/font] [font='Times New Roman'][/font] [font='Times New Roman']Now to search out Greylocke. He is the easier of the two to find.[/font] [/QUOTE]
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