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King Adnore sat quietly in his throne, waiting for his teller to return with the report. It had been a cold day for Adnore, for it was his last day as ruler. His son Nev, who sat directly a cross the room from him, was to take over his ruling. Adnore had confidents that his son would continue a good ruling, but the end of his rain was bitter sweet. Only days ago under his guard watch, over a thousand prisoners had fled from their sells and headed to the mountains, preparing for a strike. This was why Adnore would keep the military under his control, and not give it to his son, he wanted to make things completely right before he stepped down. Nev was not very pleased with his father choice to maintain the military. Nev new he would do just as his father did, and possibly better.

“Father if would just please let me march are men into those mountains, we could end this before it starts.” Nev pressured

Adnore was sick of his son complaining, he had made his choice, and who not tell his son why

“If you would just think about it for a moment?” Nev continued. “I will do as you do, just give me the control of our forces.”

“THATS ENOUGH NEV.” his father boomed “You are lucky I’m stepping down and letting you run this city.” He sat back down onto his throne.

Just then, Boun, the teller, came through the door, holding a note, which had still wet ink bleeding through. Nev sat down in his chair and placed his head on the table. He just wanted his father to trust him.

“Boun!” Adnore acclaimed. “I believe you are hear to give me your military and shipping report to announce.”

“I do m’lord.” Boun began. “We have over 100,000 men patrolling the outer wall of the city. 60,000 guards patrolling inside the walls. Of the thousand we have 25,000 archers, 1,000 bowmen, 1,500 horseback, 3,000 foot soldiers, 1,800 guards, and 200 knights. We also have 20 more knight patrolling the outside of the castle.

Adnore nodded for Boun to continue.

“We also has a total of three trading boats coming from each Island a day. Itis has began rebuilding with support from the other Island.”

Boun rolled up his scroll and stepped down. Just as he was headed for the door, Adnore called to him.

“Boun? Could you take my son with you, he need to get ready for his crowning, and plan a party.... A Masquerade ball, with plenty of drinks. I want my sons up happening to be grand.” Nev glared at his father as Boun lead him out of the room. //“What were his fathers intentions?”// //--_____//

__ Boun lead Nev out of his fathers chambers and towards the gated doors. __

__ "Lucky for, the crops your father helped plant are going to be at an all time high when you become kings." Boun tried to make small talk. __

__ As the two stepped out of the doors, Nev noticed that there was in fact a high a mount of crops. People were lining the streets, buying and selling all the goods they had just so they could make a little change. That was the one fact Nev was afraid of. During the break out of the criminals, peoples home were set a fire, causing a large portion of the town to fall. He could still smell so smoldering coals as they walked along the blackened cobblestone. __ __ Boun led Nev through the market, stopping and talking to a couple of merchants on the way through. Even during these strange times, people seemed to act as if nothing was wrong. They were making jokes, and sing songs. Children ran around the market playing tag. Nev was happy for his people, but were his people happy for him. __ __ Once they had made it outside the gate, they made there way towards the barracks. The sound of metal clashing grew louder as the approached the captains tent. Captain Broadway was sitting at his desk, looking over orders and drinking what looked to be some sort of hard liquor. He was not the most happy fellow. When he was a boy, his parent were killed during The Elven War. After that he lost a lot of faith in Soulovas military, which was one of the reason why he took control himself. __ __ Broadway looked up, noticing the two men as the entered the tent. He greeted them each with a handshake, and then bowed to Nev. __

__ "What bring you out here m'lord. We have a war starting off in the hills. You best get yourself back inside our walls." __

__ "A WAR?" Boun voice trembled. "How come I was not warned of this before?" __

__ "We had only found out a moment after you left us. The criminals have been hiding in the woods planning an attack. I sent so Scouts out to find them, but on one man returned. He was covered in blood, and missing an arm." __

__ "How far out are they?" Nev asked. __

__ "About 6 or 7 miles out, but that was the last time I checked, I no idea where they could be now." __

__ "Have you though about sending another party out?" Boun questioned __

__ "Whats the point?" Broadway sighed. "I'm afraid this time we may lose all of them." __

__ "Ill tell my father!" Nev jumped in. "And then he'll maybe let me have control of what you do, Ill let you send a army out there, to take them out once and for all." __

__ "Well, I don't know how soon that's going to be Sir." Boun interjecte. "We have your crowning tonight, and we do not want to get your father, all worked up before it. We best head back to get ready." __

__ After the men said there goodbyes, Boun and Nev made there way to the back gate, so they could get a look at the woods. Off in the distance, they saw smoke coming over the tree, and the sound of fire crackling. "They would be coming soon. And they will not be alone in this fight." __

__//--//__//_//

Nev laid on his bed, with his face buried in the pillow. "His father had been killed by some strange looking man." He could not keep the thought out of his mind. After the party had ended, he was safely transported back to the castle, and questioned by his peers. Some of his people believed he had been behind all the killing, just because he wanted control over the Military. Those critics were wrong, he loved his father, and he would not kill him over something that little. He managed to pull himself out of his bed, and to his feet. Not only was his mind racing about his fathers kill, he was still thinking about the possible war. His father told him he would be crazy, but his father was no longer here, he did not have a say in any actions.

As he began to dress himself, a couple of maids brought in his morning meal and some nicer clothes to wear for his speech later today. He had finally become king, something he has wanted for some long time now. He ate away at his food, thinking about what things he would like to change first. Would he help build up homes for the poor, lower market prices, or shorten the military, all these things were under his control. Nev pulled on his cloak and stepped out onto his father balcony. The wind whipped through his hair as he looked across the city he now had control over. He loved his city and he would do anything to protect it.

Just then, Boun came bursting through the door, his pale face looked even more lost.

"My Lord Ne.... My King, I have some important news to bring you.

"What is that Boun, please fill me in on this news." Nev's response was almost snarky.

"Well, since your father is no longer here with us, you have adopted all of his rights, including the military." Bouns voice shook.

"So you are hoping I keep my fathers wishes and not move the army towards our enemy."

"I would not say that, I just would hope you would res." Boun was cut off by Nev's sudden anger.

"Just because my father is dead, does not mean I need to continue his ideas, I am a new person, I can bring something new to our people."

"I understand, I just would hope you could---."

"Could what? Continue my fathers path, so you don't have to change your life style, well I have some news for you my friend, If you try to go against me, I will force you and your family out of Soulovas!"

"My lord?" Fear fell over Boun

Nev pulled a knife off a nearby table, pushed Boun to the wall, and help it to his neck. "What did I just say to you Boun, I will not have this kind of action in my house, If you step out of line, I will cut your throat. Do you understand me?" A strange anger became Nev.

"Yes My Lord, I will leave as soon as possible."

Nev let Boun slid out from under his hand and watched as the small man walked quickly toward the door. "One more thing before you leave Boun." Nev piped

"What is wish sir."

"I want you to tell Broadway to move his men into the woods; we have some men to find."

THREE YEARS

A burning windmill off in the distance began to crumble, a small home turned to ashes, and a innocent women and child lay chard in a snow covered field, a sight Broadway had come to accustom to seeing. As he called the armies caregivers over, to remove the body, He galloped toward the scorching windmill, which turned the darkness of the night, almost to midday. His could hear the heavy breathing from his horse, and the crunching of the soft snow, under foot. They moved quickly down a small path, a smell of smoke, and rotting wood, flowing through the air. As he arrived, he noticed a figure pinned up against the burning tower. Broadway cautiously crept towards the figure, placing his hand on his golden hilt. He pushed his way through the smoke, until he could finally see a manner about the figure. He was a tall white male, wearing a brown tunic, that slowly was burning away. The man had three spears placed inside him. One in his right shoulder, one through his hip, and the last through his left bicep. Broadway walked up next to the man and closely observed his body, “//This man was still alive!”// He looked up and saw what looked to be like a flaming whirlwind. Broadway began to move quickly. He pulled out his blade and began cutting away that the spear sticking through the mans shoulder. He heard a large cracking sound, as a piece of burning wood spun towards them. Broadway quickly dove out of the way, but the crashed and shot splinters into his leg. He yelped in pain, as he pulled out as many pieces as he could. He stood back up and made his way back to the man. His knife was lodge into the side of the spear when he returned, noticing his only small work into breaking it. He had to it. He grabbed onto the spear, and began to pull with all his strength. He could hear as more piece fell from above, and felt heat slowly creeping closer. His gloves were to slippery, he could not get a good pull in the spear, so he turn his gloves of, and tried again. The iron burned his hands and he tugged with all his mights, he heard the sound of wood cracking and then fell back as the spearhead finally was exerted from the mans shoulder. Broadway got back to his feet and quickly dislodged the other to, and the body came, tumbling onto him. He lifted the man up and, began to make his way out of the fire. Just he made his way towards his horse, the windmill, came tumbling down, sending larger pieces flying in every direction. One of the smaller pieces bounced of the ground, and struck Broadway in the spine, pinning him and the man to the freezing snow. Broadway could hear as his men came through the woods a stumbled upon his body, but he could also feel himself slipping. A white blinding light crept slowly into his eye, and he could smell a mixture of blood and cleaners. He tried to rise from his bed, but his arms gave out underneath him, forcing his head back onto his pillow. He heard the sound or his rambling knights as they discussed the situation of his wellbeing.