Helm

By Robert Louis Malek

Man no longer rules the land and seas. Through its own arrogance, ignorance greed and denial, man has finally succumbed from the terrible upheavals and fierce climatic changes. Now, in the dawn of a new age. The remnants of man are slowly rebuilding themselves. But now there's a new unknown threat that is not only threatening man, but the world itself!

Man cannot defeat this new nemesis by himself, so they now search for their allies of old. The Elves and Dwarfs, who long ago left, and left man to his own devices. Can mankind find these old allies of the past? Will they find them in time? And even if they do find them, will they all be enough to save the world from this new unknown, yet powerful threat?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Apr 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543906608

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CHAPTER ONE

Urgent Summons

It had been a grueling winter that, finally, was dying a slow death. Unmistakably, spring was ebbing into reality. Though winter yet ruled the nights, it surrendered its' reign during daylight hours. Indeed, reflected the old Man, it had been a particularly harsh winter. Yet, his thoughts continued, how mild this winter must have been when compared to the legendary winters of old. Those that contributed to the decimation of the race known as Man. Even as those ancient historians slowly succumbed to their untimely graves, did they record the terrible upheavals and fierce climatic changes that ushered in an end to Mankind's total rule of all the lands and seas. The ancient writings the old Man devoted his later years to told him how, inevitably, Humankind wrought its' own destruction. Guided by their abject values and utter foolishness, those Men, now of ancient history, unleashed their awesome weapons of war… Defying Nature's rule of delicate balances. The earth itself rebelled. Nature's retribution for the scarring defilement was swift and just. Land masses buckled, revolted. Fiery new fissures laced the fragile mantle. Angry seas vanquished coastlines, both old and those newly formed. The raging inferno that had scorched most of Nature's bounty was, at last, quenched by the enduring bitter cold. The Laws of Nature were mercilessly reaffirmed.

It was the elements and the elementals, not Men, that savored the victory.

The old Man rose from his cluttered reading table and crossed the large room. Peering through the frost-etched window as he stroked his full beard, now whitened by age, he found the early morning sun had already begun to melt the little remaining snow. He stretched; his once moderately muscled frame is now feeling the aches and pains common to a Man of his age. Observing the bright horizon, he decided this would prove to be another glorious spring day. As a young Man, he had studied hard and eventually became a Healer. Though he yet practiced that ancient art, he took no fee and confined his healing to that of his few neighbors.

They were farmers and not of great wealth. In turn, however, he was amply rewarded by sharing in their abundance. With the years, his interests turned to his own races' history, that and the making of maps. From long years of studying and interpreting the works of the ancients, such as had been salvaged, he began to understand the multitude of lessons Human history taught. With the continued passing of time, he began to record and interpret the history of his own time. Also, he began to draw what turned out to be the finest maps in all the Human-held lands. With advancing years, his travels were necessarily curtailed and his production of new maps waned. Above all else, he hoped his works, and those of his predecessors would serve his people as a continuing foundation to build upon.

The basic tenet that Mankind dare not repeat the insanity of the past guided his hand, and thus, was apparently found in all his written works.

Frequently, in these latter years, other Vale Elders, as well as leaders from the adjacent land of Helm, called upon the old Man for his considerable knowledge and frank wisdom. His maps, reproductions from those of his more traveled years, were still the most sought after in all the Human-held lands and commanded fees accordingly.

At length, the old Man decided it was foolish to be wasting his time watching the slowly melting snow. Returning to his reading table, he began to shuffle through various works lying about it. Finding his most recent notes, he again sat and began to review them. First then, he realized his young, bright-eyed helper was overdue. Expecting the youth shortly after sunrise, he was not yet concerned as he reasoned the young were easily distracted… on even the shortest of journeys. He found that he honestly looked forward to Kory's arrival. The youth's cheerfulness, even effervescence, lifted the old Man's spirits. For this old Man, the most venerated of Vale Elders, his young neighbor represented the son he never had. Never caring to remarry when his young wife died of illness shortly after their union, he had instead turned his devotions to his lifelong works. Just then a rhythmic rapping on the solid front door broke through into his awareness. That would-be Kory now, decided the Elder. No others that called upon him regularly announced themselves with such a melodic knocking.

Come in. It has been unlocked for the past hour, he hailed in a tone denoting both commands and yet a measure of tolerance for the youth's lack of punctuality.

With his customary cheerful smile, the blonde-haired lad entered and greeted the old Man, but quickly sensed that the crack of dawn had meant just that to his senior neighbor. Hurriedly, Kory offered his explanation.

Along the way, I found some spring mushrooms coming up in the meadow where the snow has been gone for some time. I thought, if they are good to eat that is, we could have them with our noon meal. But first I had to return home for a bucket.

Kory, yet smiling broadly, was obviously pleased with his foraging success. The old Man found the youth's cheerful disposition contagious and soon returned the lad's smile as he spoke.

Very well, bring them over here to the light, he said as he rose and crossed the room.

Obediently, Kory set the mushroom-laden bucket on the roughly hewn dining table adjacent to the sunlit window. The old Man peered into the container of brownish-orange objects. Studying them meticulously, he finally replied.

These are edible. Hmm, quite tasty as a matter of fact. Kory, you did well. For now, fill the bucket with water and set it outside near the door. We can tend to them later. They will keep in this early morning temperature. In the shade mind you.

Kory beamed with satisfaction from his Elder's praise. The old Man's smiling countenance grew quizzical as he continued.

But first, perhaps you would care for something to eat before you begin your chores. I seem to have a surplus this morning.

Yes sir, I would, replied the unabashed youth as he quickly sat down, having already taken notice of the plentiful food sitting idly atop the table.

As usual, the lad's appetite was healthy, the old Man noted with a cocked eyebrow. He knew well that Kory's mother always saw to it that her son had a generous breakfast before he left home to spend the day engaged in chores. For some time, they sat together in silence. Kory was thoroughly enjoying his meal as his Elder gazed out the window, lost in thought.

Finally, the old Man determined that his young friend's stomach could not possibly hold more food and he spoke.

Kory, first I want you to split some of that oak your father kindly brought over yesterday.

Kory acknowledged… as he finished his meal. But before the youth rose, he inquired as to whether or not they would go over any of the ancient histories that day. His Elder had been reviewing several of the ancient's writings with him, hoping to stir his interest. The old Man was quite lucky as Kory seemed to possess a boundless curiosity and apparently looked forward to the studies.

Yes, answered the old Man, his tone denoting his pleasure, we can take a little time today to review some writings I believe will interest you. Perhaps this afternoon, after our noon meal.

The five-and-a-half-foot tall youth got up from the table and stretched his lean, but sturdy frame. His flannel shirt and woolen trousers were locally made as were the durable leather boots he wore which ended below his knees. Crossing the room, Kory retrieved his heavy fur-lined coat from where he had casually deposited it. He then gathered up the mushroom-laden bucket and filled it with water from the sink's hand pump as earlier instructed. Not bothering to button his coat, Kory began to whistle a cheerful tune as he made his way towards the door. He reached for the door's latch, but before he could engage the heavy iron handle a thunderous knocking resounded three times through the solid oak door… quite startling him. Kory quickly regained his composure and, although still flushed with embarrassment, turned a questioning glance to the old Man.

Somewhat amused, the near-to six-foot-tall Vale Elder answered Kory's unspoken question.

I am not expecting anyone else this morning… but you had better open the door, or we may never learn who calls upon me at this early hour.

With that, Kory once again moved to open the heavy wooden door. As the youth did so, the old Man instinctively reached out and grasped his five-foot-long walking staff resting nearby. He felt a measure of comfort as he gripped the stout shaft, which could serve to be a formidable weapon in his experienced hands should the need arise.

Although he yet wore a faint smile, the Elder of Korr Vale experienced a conscious twinge of caution. Flashing through his thoughts were the new tales from afar about unusual happenings and wild creatures.

Even though the stories were of distant events and sightings and no resident of this peaceful, even sleepy Vale seemed overly concerned about them; he knew events had a way of unfolding quickly to the disadvantage of the unprepared.

Kory immediately withdrew a step upon opening the large door. The sight his eyes beheld caused his free hand to instinctively slip beneath his thick winter coat and firmly grasp his hunting knife. Awestruck, he unconsciously backed away several more paces… for on the threshold stood a giant of a Man. Easily over six and a half foot tall and very broad shouldered, the stranger filled the large portal completely. The first thing Kory noticed about the stranger, besides his size, was his dark brown beard of moderate cut. For the most part, his features were concealed by the hooded gray cloak he wore… making him look even more mysterious and malevolent. The cloak descended to his knees, revealing only his thick leather riding boots, of the type worn by Men-of-arms. The golden-hued hilt and pommel of a sword protruded through a slit at the cloak's side. One of the big Man's powerful hands casually rested upon it. Against the backdrop of early morning light, this silhouetted giant of a Man appeared of such strength to Kory, that the youth doubted the heavy oaken door would have prevented his entrance had the stranger preferred an unwelcomed entry.

Deftly, and now conscious of his actions, Kory withdrew further to stand nearer to his Elder. He positioned himself such that the stranger would have to move him aside to reach the old Man, for whom the youth greatly cared. Kory's young blue eyes glared defiance, never leaving the dark stranger. Though the youth knew the outcome would never be in question, he was prepared to take on the big Man if need be. It was not a false bravado. His courage was fueled by the love he had for the old Man who had been like a grandfather to him. Kory felt fear take hold of his thoughts, but it was fear for the safety of his Elder, Kalkor, rather than his safety.

Kalkor now stood with his oaken staff poised… his eyes also never leaving the massive stranger standing on his Keep's threshold. Before Kalkor found the appropriate words, the stranger spoke.

I sense that I have caused you both considerable alarm. If that is so, please allow me to assure you I come in peace and only as a messenger.

The large man's voice was firm and commanding, but not sinister. However, his left hand yet rested firmly on the pommel of his sword even if never quite fully grasping it. He continued.

My name is Validor of the land of Helm. I seek the Elder of Korr Vale known as Kalkor. Are you whom I seek?

Although cognizant of Kory's tensed presence, the big Man's piercing brown eyes questioned the old Man standing before him as much as his spoken words had.

Kalkor stepped forward a few paces and replied calmly, though his old eyes carefully observed even the slightest movements of the big stranger standing in his Keep's doorway.

I am Kalkor, the Elder, and I recognize your name sir… as one that belongs to a most formidable Commander of the Helm Guard. You certainly do fit his description, and he would be a most welcomed guest in my Keep. But why, if you are he and only come as a peaceful messenger, does your hand yet find comfort on your sword?

The large man smiled and then laughed with such resonance that it shook the room, or so Kory envisioned it. Finally, he answered Kalkor's query.

I do apologize excellent Elder. Please understand I have witnessed strange events and even stranger creatures recently, and I perceive I have developed a habit of being somewhat cautious as a result. My father, Bendeval, warned me you would probably be somewhat cautious yourself, never having met me before. I will gladly remove my weapon if I may enter.

Even as he spoke, Validor turned to one side and drew his great double-edged broadsword and set it leaning against the outer stone wall to the right of the doorway. Kory's eyes had widened when he saw the great sword's full length.

I would appreciate a warm shelter as I have come far through the night, continued Validor, turning to face them once again but refusing to enter without an invitation.

Both Kory and Kalkor had relaxed visibly with Validor's gesture of peaceful intentions. Already Kory's hand had been withdrawn from his concealed weapon. Validor's watchful eyes had not missed any of the youth's movements though it appeared his gaze was fixed solely on Kalkor.

As Kalkor set his oaken staff in its' common resting place adjacent to the table, he spoke.

Do enter and warm yourself by my fire. But please do not leave such an excellent weapon outside exposed to the elements. You can set it and your cloak on the hearth. Perhaps then you would care for something to eat.

Glancing slyly at Kory, he teasingly added, assuming there is anything left to eat.

Kory's only response was to turn his innocent countenance to Kalkor and smile sheepishly. Commander Validor grinned at the exchange as he retrieved his sword and returned it to its' scabbard; he then readily entered the Keep's warmth and closed the heavy door behind himself.

Moving across the room to the split-stone hearth, the big Man indicated that he was indeed hungry. He then removed his cowled cloak, revealing his attire to be that worn by the Men of the Helm Guard. A strong chain-mail hauberk, slit at one side for easy sword access, protected him to below his sword belt, which was worn beneath it. The hauberk was remarkably light and uncumbersome despite its' appearance. On the left side of his chest, the finely crafted hauberk bore a round medallion decorated with the Blue Eagle insignia of the Battle Keep of Helm, well familiar to Kalkor.

Validor removed both the sword and hauberk, setting them neatly atop his folded cloak. He wore a soft leather vest over a dark-blue flannel shirt. His trousers were of a similar, but heavier leather, and fitted for use with riding boots.

Kalkor had again taken a seat at his dining table. With Kory still standing nearby, the Vale Elder invited the great warrior also to take a seat. Validor did so as Kalkor turned to Kory and spoke.

See to the mushrooms and then kindly fetch Commander Validor some provisions from the pantry.

Yes sir, came the obedient reply.

Kory looked back as he crossed the room and observed Kalkor pouring the big Man a large glass of juice. Somehow, Kory thought, Validor appeared to be a Man who would prefer a tankard of ale or a flask of brandy, even at this early hour. While Kory kept his thoughts on the subject to himself, a wry smile crossed his youthful face.

He noticed the slight grimace on Validor's countenance, as Kalkor handed him the glass. Kory knew Kalkor usually refrained from alcoholic beverages and had none on hand, nor did the Vale Elder care for coffey, the locally grown brew of roots and leaves.

The great Commander, grinning slightly, looked over to the youth and spoke. Of all my strange encounters, this was the first time I felt my life to be endangered by a bucket of mushrooms.

Kory reached the door and paused as he felt his face reddening… suddenly realizing how ridiculous he must have appeared glaring at the big warrior defiantly and visibly clutching only the bucket. Kory was about to offer a quick-witted reply, but then considered Validor's size again, and decided silence would be wiser. Kalkor himself chuckled quietly as he too recalled the scene of only moments ago.

Validor looked to Kory and offered a bit of advice. I assume you are armed with a waist knife. Be sure to keep it in a sheath; they can be more dangerous than you realize. I have seen serious, accidental gut wounds caused by wearing unsheathed knives in a belt.

Kory looked to the big Man, surprised. You knew? He asked.

Validor's only answer was a simple nod. His warrior trained eyes had missed little.

How is your father, and your mother? Interjected Kalkor.

Fine, both of them. And they send their regards, responded Validor.

They told me much about you, Commander, continued Kalkor, all good I must add. I feel as though I already know you, even though we only first met.

I am sorry we had not met before, they have spoken highly of you too. I guess I was always off somewhere when you visited the Battle Keep.

Poor timing, agreed Kalkor, but you spoke earlier of a message. A message from whom?

Just then, Kory, having returned from placing the bucket of mushrooms outside, began to set an assortment of foods in front of Validor.

Visibly enjoying his comfortable surroundings, the great Commander responded.

From Lloran, Council Master of Helm and Master of the Battle Keep. And I understand, another old friend of yours.

Kalkor nodded agreeably as he spoke.

Yes, Lloran and I studied the healing arts together long ago. We also shared in many youthful adventures together back then. The old Man paused, his visage clearly indicating Validor was to continue. Looking up from his food, the great Commander saw this and did so.

As you may have heard, our border patrols and scouts have reported unusual animal movements beyond our frontiers. That, and the sightings of strange creatures afoot in the wilderness. Lloran believes a great danger is growing, and so calls for a Reyn-Council. He feels your wisdom and knowledge would be invaluable and requests you to join with him, in Council. I am here not only the ask your assistance, but also to escort you to the Battle Keep, should you decide to attend. I have sent others of my command to seek out the remaining Vale Elders and all the Village Regents from throughout Helm itself.

It has been many years since a Reyn-Council summons has been issued. I know Lloran, he does not do this lightly. Interrupted Kalkor, speaking almost absently.

"Not since the Vars, have our borders been so endangered. With only Helm standing between the wastelands and the Seven Vales, Lloran seeks each Vale's assistance. The Council is to review all that has been witnessed and decide our actions. Please understand, Lloran earnestly believes all our lands to be gravely imperiled.

We will need all the unity and allies we can achieve. As Lloran believes the danger is of a high magnitude, he has also had me issue messengers to the Elven and Dwarfen Lands. They too will be in need of allies and are invited to send emissaries to Lloran's Council."

The Elves and the Dwarves were also invited? Asked Kalkor incredulously, his eyes wide with surprise.

Yes, Lloran is that concerned… thus the urgent summons, replied Validor. He paused and observed Kory's keen interest in their conversation. Then he watched Kalkor's thoughtful countenance. Unable to decipher the Elder's reaction, Validor pressed the issue as he continued.

What do you say, good Elder? Will you join me on my return journey to the Battle Keep and participate in Lloran's Council?

Kalkor, yet deep in thought, answered only with an affirmative nod. For several moments, nothing was said. Then Kory, no longer able to keep silent, spoke anxiously.

I can go. My father will not need me for some weeks for the planting. And my studies are complete, until fall. Also, I can…

Enough, enough! finally interrupted Kalkor with a cocked eyebrow, half amused, and yet attempting to sound firm. Kory, you would have to first speak with your parents, who will probably, and rightfully, say no. Besides, we would need an extra pack horse just to satisfy your appetite alone on a journey such as this.

Undaunted, Kory pressed on. But I can study while we are in Helm and I can take care of whatever chores you need to be done there and…

Kalkor raised his hand to silence the youth as he spoke.

Kory, Kory, please. Such a journey should not be taken lightly. There may be a danger along the way. You heard Validor, strange creatures had been observed just beyond Helm's borders. Too, who would tend my Keep, if not you?

Validor remained silent as he continued enjoying his host's hospitality at the breakfast table. As the old Man and the youth spoke, he looked back and forth between the two.

Kory paused contemplating, then brightened and answered. My brother, Kirk. I am sure he would be pleased to guard your Keep. Besides, he is older and can wield a sword better than I can. He really would make a much better guard, sir.

Finally, Validor smiled and shaking his head in amusement, interjected himself into the conversation.

Kalkor, surely with this lad along, and his mighty bucket of mushrooms, no creature alive would dare molest us.

Kalkor laughed and shrugged. Kory knew the Elder's resolve was weakening. Only to himself, Kalkor acknowledged the tales were of events and beings yet far from the safety of the region they would be traveling to. That, and Kory's contagious cheerfulness, a most welcome diversion on an otherwise dreary journey, finally set to rest Kalkor's objections. At last, he fully acquiesced.

If your parents' consent, and if Kirk will see to the Keep, and if you finish your chores today, then, I suppose you may come along. But we leave at daybreak tomorrow and no tardiness!

Kory, beaming, headed for the door. Stopping there, he turned as he put on his coat and addressed Kalkor.

Sir, I will go speak to my parents and then to Kirk. When I get back, I can finish all the chores. And, if I stay here overnight I cannot be late. I will ask permission for that too.

Kalkor noted, somewhat amused but not showing it, that the youth seemed to completely discount the possibility of either his parents or his brother being detrimental to his overtures. Before Kory could disappear through the doorway, Validor looked up from his meal and addressed the youth.

On your way back kindly lead my mounts up the hill and leave them outside. Do not let the shepherds concern you, they will follow. They are only a danger to someone trying to harm them or one of the horses. You will find the horses grazing at the meadow's edge below the hill.

Yes sir, came the quick reply from the fast disappearing youth.

Again, speaking almost absently following Kory's exit, Kalkor offered, I suspect my young friend's parents are about to suffer weary ears unless they consent quickly… and Kirk as well.

Validor, stroking his short beard, sought to put to rest any misgivings Kalkor had as to their safety.

"I did not encounter any dangers on the road between Korr Vale and the Battle Keep, merely the general merchants, and travelers. I expect only the same on the way back.

The events and creatures observed by our scouts and border patrols were yet well to the south and east."

Validor paused to finish a glass of juice, then continued. And highwaymen, if there are any in this region, seem not to care to bother the likes of me. When we camp, I will post a watch.

Kalkor looked up from his reflections and inquired, you have other Guardsmen with you?

No, Lloran did not wish to cause any premature alarm amongst the people. We do not yet know for sure just how great the danger is or what form it will present itself in. Helm's borders are still quite secure. The watch I spoke of is canine rather than Human. With me I have two guard dogs, the shepherds I mentioned earlier. The black shepherd is called Knight and the other, a brown shepherd, answers to the name Brandy. They serve well as traveling companions and as a night watch. Validor paused reflectively for a moment. Then, as a broad grin crossed his face, he went on.

Perhaps, they too had something to do with the apparent nervousness of some I passed along the way. But only a bandit need fear the Guard.

Considering Validor's size and bulk, especially with his identity as a Guardsman concealed by the cold weather cloak he wore, Kalkor suspected the big warrior, mounted and with two of Helm's great shepherds flanking him, probably caused more than one passerby a nervous moment or two.

The next hour was spent with Kalkor listening to Validor's tales of that which he saw first-hand, as well as, that which the scouts under his command had reported. Kalkor listened intently, only interrupting to inquire about specific details. After Validor's narrative had brought the Elder up to date on events at Helm's borders, they shared further refreshments brought from the pantry by the old Man. At length, Validor inquired if there was somewhere he could lay down and rest a few hours as he had ridden throughout the night. The Keep, being designed also to accommodate an Elder's guests, was oversized for Kalkor's needs. The Elder led the big Commander to one of the Keep's guest rooms and indicated he would awaken him in four hours as Validor requested.

While waiting for Kory to return, Kalkor sat at the reading table, now disinterested in the works cluttering it. A shadow crossed his mind as he pondered all the ramifications of what had just been revealed to him. Being a Man who believed that real evil was a viable force that had altered Mankind's history several times, he felt, without knowing why that Men would once again be confronting the dark forces. It was Kalkor's sincere belief that such powerful dark forces so clouded Men's minds that they precipitated what later Men referred to as the Ancient's Final War, or simply the Great War. How else, he reasoned in silence, could those Men of long ago believed they were mightier than the very Laws of Nature. Was some physical, evil force again awakened and lurking in the vast wildernesses beyond Helm's borders, he considered.

And would the Men of his time recognize it for what it was or, as in the past, would their clear thought and resolve degenerate to fear and mistrust, only to repeat the horrors of the past. Would they compromise with evil as the ancients had done, or would they stand united against it?

He knew many corruptions had seized the minds of the ancients drawing them to the inevitable. Humanity had been too weakened to stand against the dark powers in the end.

Kalkor held hope, for he also believed in his people, and those of the neighboring land of Helm, that this was a different breed of Men. These lands, the last known bastions of Humanity, were no longer scavenged and raped as those of the ancients were. The denizens of Helm and the Seven Vales protected and even loved their lands, for this was all they truly owned. The wastelands beyond their borders served as a daily reminder of the ancient's arrogance and blindness… and of Nature's wrath. Fertile lands, nourishing both forests and farms, were the earth's true wealth. As had their Elven and Dwarfen neighbors learned countless millennia ago, the Men of Helm and the surrounding Vales learned finally to protect the land… even from themselves. In that Kalkor found promise, that this was indeed a different breed of Men, one that had the strength to stand against the dark powers. That force, and that of Mankind's allies, if they would be, could be the difference this time.

Eventually, Kalkor's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Kory's rhythmic knocking. Before the old Man could answer, Kory let himself in.

As the youth wore a face-wide smile, Kalkor knew Kory had gained his parent's approval and Kirk's cooperation. He listened to the obvious, with patience that only comes with age. Kory's parents, Delkor and Chareen, had indeed given their consent. They accepted Kory's reasoning that Kalkor, their Vale Elder, would not allow Kory to accompany him if there was any real danger. Also, Kory's assurances they would be escorted by a veritable giant of a Guardsman, a Commander no less, eased their natural misgivings. Two, they would have a pair of the great shepherds along for additional security, and there was no safer place in all the Human-held lands than the Battle Keep of Helm, the home of the Helm Guard. Thus, even though they too had heard the tales of possible danger closing on Helm's borders, they consented. However, as parents do, they felt a twinge of apprehension as this was the first time one of their sons set foot beyond the safety of Korr Vale and its' own formidable Valeguard. Kory had also obtained his brother's pledge that he would watch the Keep during Kalkor's absence. Kalkor had little doubt from the beginning that Kory would be successful in that.

Kalkor's Keep was adjacent to Jerr's farm, and the fact that Kirk and Jerr's lovely daughter, Jeneen, had eyes for each other was common knowledge. Kirk, no doubt, will find one excuse or another to visit Jerr's farm daily, Kalkor mused. That, and the fact that being made guardian of the Vale Elder's Keep did much for Kirk's self-esteem suggested Kirk would quickly agree to Kory's overtures, as in fact, he had.

With little prompting, Kory set about his chores displaying his usual effervescence. Kalkor began to pack clothing, provisions and selected maps. Both took time for a noon meal and were joined by Validor. After eating, Kalkor and Kory continued their uncompleted tasks while Validor spent some length with his mounts and the shepherds. As the time for the evening meal drew closer, Validor, to Kory's surprise, assisted the youth, so he could complete his chores on time.

By evening, both the packing and the chores were done. The three would-be companions sat down to the evening meal that Kalkor had prepared. Kory had already fed the shepherds, after which they had taken up their vigilance near the Keep's entrances.

The youth had easily made friends with the large canines and found them gentle. He sensed they could be brutally fearsome if the need arose. Tending to the canine pair on the upcoming journey, as well as the mounts and pack horses, would be a most welcomed task for Kory. He was most comfortable around domestic animals, and they seemed to sense his goodwill.

Once their evening meal was behind them, Kory, as he cleared the table, addressed the big Commander.

Can you tell me now of the Elves and Dwarves? Have you met them? I always thought they were myths.

Before Kory could add another score of rapidly fired questions, Kalkor, having been through this before, interceded. Hold on Young Man, said the Elder as he briefly waved his arm. "There will be time enough on our journey for such tales.

Now we need to clear the kitchen and get a good night's sleep. Do not forget Validor has only had a few hours' sleep in the past two days."

Validor concurred as to his weariness, but seeing Kory's crestfallen countenance; he addressed the youth with a comprehending look on his face.

"Tomorrow, on the road, we can talk more.

However, I suspect you will get little rest this night, possibly myself as well, should you not have something to occupy your thoughts. Noting Kalkor's upturned eyes, Validor smiled and continued. The Elves and Dwarves are both quite real. They keep well apart from Mankind and with good reason. Peace is what they desire the most and history suggests that Mankind has been otherwise.

The Elves, however, even seem to want a limited friendship with Men, but are quite wary of us. I have met the Elven scouts twice now and the Dwarf guards but once. Hopefully, you will have an opportunity to meet both Elf and Dwarf yourself at the Reyn-Council. I sincerely hope their leaders see fit to send emissaries to join with us in our deliberations. I could not gainsay them if they chose not to attend. And now, let us get some sleep."

Kory continued his kitchen chores mechanically, as his thoughts were elsewhere. His imagination now fueled by Validor's revelations would ramble unchecked until, at last, sleep overtook him. Validor had already left for the guestroom he occupied earlier when Kalkor led the youth to another of the Keep's spare bedrooms.

Kory soon slept, but his dreams this night were of Elves and Dwarves and strange lands of lore.

Near to the midnight hour, the shepherds drew themselves up, alerted and prepared to attack as a menacing scent approached. But the threat passed, as the lone wolf, being outnumbered, desired no battle. The remainder of the starlit night passed without event.

It was Validor who awoke first, his hearing well-tuned to the canine given the alarm. Brandy and Knight were clearly agitated. With sword in hand, and Kory close on his heels, the big Guardsman threw open the heavy oaken door. Together they beheld a young Man, taller and older than Kory, perched precariously atop the large woodpile near the shed. He was brandishing a substantial hunting knife in his anticipated defense. At the woodpile's base were the shepherds yet sounding their alarm, as they made sure the intruder stayed put. Validor quickly noted the thief's facial likeness to Kory's, now standing at his side grasping his hunting knife and grinning. Kory confirmed Validor's suspicions when he identified the besieged young Man to be his older brother Kirk. Kirk was not smiling. Swiftly answering Validor's summons, the shepherds returned docilely to their posts.

Kirk, yet unsmiling, carefully descended the treacherous wood pile and approached the two grinning figures. Noting both Validor's size and the broadsword he held, the longest he had ever seen, Kirk readily decided that posting the guard dogs was a sound idea after all, and so told this giant of a Man standing next to his brother. Validor merely nodded his acknowledgment, smiled, and returned to the Keep's warmth.

Kory, yet grinning mischievously, ducked from his brother's half-hearted swing. Inside, Kalkor, already having been informed by Validor of Kirk's misfortune upon his arrival, greeted the young Man with mirth gleaming in his old eyes.

Well Kirk, good to see you respect punctuality. We can all take breakfast together first thing, as I wish to be on our way as soon as possible. Kirk, I must say you certainly do look wide awake this morning.

Now I am, sir! replied the young Man, still glaring menacingly at his little brother.

As their Elder turned and headed for the kitchen, he just barely caught Kirk's whispered indignation as he addressed Kory.

You forgot to mention the presence of guard dogs!

Well… I told dad and mother. I guess I forgot to include such minor details when we talked, replied Kory, yet unable to keep from grinning.

Minor details! I could have been shredded! exclaimed Kirk incredulously, now somewhat above a whisper.

Kalkor was still chuckling when the youths followed him into the kitchen.

After a substantial breakfast, demonstrating to Kalkor that Kirk's appetite matched Kory's, the brothers saw to the two pack horses as Validor saddled their mounts. Kory would share Kalkor's brown mare, aptly named Autumn. The somewhat smaller pack horses were also mares, a brown and a gray, and had been brought along by Validor. Kory learned their names were Loam and Cloud, respectively.

Validor's steed, a giant black stallion with a white star-shaped patch on its' forehead, was called Blackstar. Finally, the three traveling companions mounted. Turning to Kirk, Kalkor issued his final instructions.

"Should you run low on any supplies, go down to Jerr's farm and acquire what you need.

I believe I have left you sufficient silver coin in a blue cup on the top shelf in the pantry. I am quite sure Jerr's daughter would be only too happy to assist you in bringing supplies up to the to the Keep." Kalkor's eyes shown with an all-knowing gleam as he spoke, causing Kirk to flush slightly.

Yes sir, was the smiling young Man's only response. Just then it crossed Kalkor's mind that he may return only to find his Keep stocked wall to wall with provisions… and he suddenly hoped he had not left too much silver.

Validor had been listening, and noted with some amusement that Kirk kept a respectable distance from the shepherds as they took up positions flanking the small column. When Kalkor was finished, the great Commander addressed the young Man, his tone firm but friendly.

While I do not wish to alarm you, Kirk, I urge you to be cautious…, especially after nightfall. A Keep's watch needs a suitable weapon. You will find a Guardsman's sword sitting near the hearth. Practice long hours with it, and it will serve you well.

Kirk's smile faded as the big warrior spoke to him. Now assuming a soberer mien in keeping with his considerable responsibility as the guardian of the Keep of Korr Vale's Elder, he replied evenly, pulling himself up to his full height.

I will guard our Elder's Keep with my life. Thank you for the sword. I was wondering who it belonged to.

Now it belongs to you. It is a Guardsman's short sword. I sometimes carry an extra weapon when I travel. The Battle Keep's armorer will supply me with another.

Once again, thank you, Commander, added Kirk, genuinely appreciating the gift of such a beautiful weapon. Then turning to his younger brother with sincere affection in his voice, he said, Take care little brother. Kory nodded that he would and replied, You too, Kirk… and I am sorry about the dogs, I forgot. Kirk smiled affectionately and nodded his acceptance of the apology.

With their farewells completed, they swung their mounts about and followed the road as it began its' descent down, leaving the hilltop Keep and Kirk behind. They spoke little during the first hours of their journey, each consumed with his private thoughts.

The sun was unusually majestic that spring morning, lending a rustic splendor to the farms they passed. Even the surrounding wooded hills, yet void of leaf cover, shown in a brilliant blend of various earth tones. They had no way of knowing that much time would pass and significant events unfold, forever altering their lives, before they would again see Korr Vale.

Some distance to the east, at a point where the River Road ran adjacent to the Korr River, a submerged dark shadow moved slowly through the shallows along the river's edge.

This time of year, the river ran high and even encroached on the roadway's shoulder for short stretches. The reptile that was the shadow kept to the cover of last year's bulrush stalks… searching for prey. The creature's general form resembled a submerged Human, except for its elongated tail which gave it an overall length greater than any Man's. It was not native to this waterway, or any northern waters, and it had not eaten in days.

Its' last meal was a medium-sized dog that had been unlucky enough to approach the swiftly moving river for a drink near where the creature lurked. With one quick swipe of a powerful, clawed forearm the hapless dog was swept into the water and held submerged until its' struggling ceased. Then reptilian teeth and claws rent its' lifeless body.

The local farmer who owned the dog would not miss it for several days, as it frequently took off for days at a time. But that was days ago, and hunger pangs again drove the feral reptile. A merchant's wagon neared the dead bulrushes where the reptile patiently waited. The creature had detected the rumbling vibrations of the wagon and the jarring beat of the horse's hooves for some minutes before the wagon came into view. The deadly saurian poised itself for the kill but hesitated when the wagon finally reached the point it had selected to intercept its' prey.

While it was hungry, its' feeble mind could not distinguish the sitting Men, wagon and horses as being separate entities. At the last moment, it decided this rumbling, beating creature was simply too large to attack and it quietly submerged to avoid detection. The wagon safely passed. The two merchants occupying it never suspected how close they had just come to a gruesome death. At some point in time, the creature's hunger would overcome its' instinctive caution, but that threshold had not yet been reached.

It had been driven from its' marshland home in the south by fear it did not comprehend. Being a native to dangerous swamplands it was used to living with fear, fear of larger predators, fear of starvation, even occasional fear of its' kind, but the fear that had driven northward was different… an inner dread its' dull wits could not fathom. It could only respond to this new fear by taking flight, and the only waterway available leading away from the source of its' new fear had been the Helm River.

Now it found itself in world foreign to it, a world occupied by creatures it had never before encountered. Its' hunger induced discomfort was growing steadily, and it could no longer wait in hiding patiently. Submerging once again, the shadowy form moved easterly along the Korr River's northern bank.

CHAPTER TWO

Journey Darkens

By noon, cloud cover began to form, and the wind stirred. Kalkor was yet deep in thought, but Kory had become restless. That, and his youthful inquisitiveness, finally got the better of him. Since Validor had taken a slight lead, Kory found it necessary to edge to the side and peer around Kalkor to address the big Guardsman.

Commander, will you now tell me of the Elves and Dwarves? inquired the youth with his usual disarming smile.

Validor had been caught up in watching the steadily increasing cloud cover and judging the stiffening wind. Being a Man who had spent most of his life in the field, he knew all too well that the unpredictable spring weather could change abruptly. Kory's query diverted his awareness back to his traveling companions. Looking back and seeing Kory's beaming face, he responded, Of course lad.

But first, he turned his gaze to Kalkor and spoke. We must improve our pace if we are to achieve lodgings at Malkor's Inn east of Korr Village by nightfall.

Kalkor nodded his agreement and nudged Autumn to quicken the pace, while Validor dropped back just enough to ride parallel to the Elder and the youth. Reaching inside a provision pouch kept readily accessible Validor withdrew several thin-sliced, dried beef strips. He handed Kalkor and Kory equal portions.

They were spicily seasoned as Kory quickly noted, and hurriedly accepted the water flask after his first bite.

The seasoning is, perhaps, a bit strong, Validor commented nonchalantly when he observed Kory's flush, and how much water the youth was consuming. He smiled and continued. However, these should hold us until Malkor's Inn. I expect rain by nightfall and would rather not delay by stopping to prepare a warm meal. When we have first gained the comfort of a roof and a fire, then we can take the time for a proper meal.

You will get no disagreement from me on that, assured Kalkor, tugging at his cloak to render it more secure about himself. The gusts of wind were growing stronger, chilling their skin where exposed to the point of discomfort. Finishing his trail snack, Validor began his promised tale."

"When I was barely a few years older than yourself Kory, I accompanied my father, Bendeval, north up the Helm River to the outer reaches of the Elven forest. My father was then Commander of Scouting and Village Patrols. We were escorting Council Messenger Brynn sent by Suran, the Council Master of Helm at that time. Suran desired to forge better relations with the Elves, but we knew little about them or their forest home they call Cnawanlar, much less their Hi-Elven Council which serves as their governing body. Also, we hoped to learn more about the lands to the east of our North Border Keep.

Since the Elven forest lies northeast, some of our party was to return by way of an overland route, traveling south then west, through the grasslands that border the North Pass. It took twenty-six days by water, as the river was most challenging in stretches and we found it necessary to portage several times. We had six rivercrafts and eight horses with a company of thirty Men and two shepherds."

Observing Kory's wide-eyed intenseness as well as Kalkor's interest in the tale, Validor smiled and continued.

"At the outer reaches of Cnawanlar, we were met by a party of twenty Elven archer-warriors, under the command of an able-looking Elf called Thurion. Like many of those with him, Thurion had light brown hair and blue eyes. As a matter of fact, all the Elves we met in Cnawanlar were blue-eyed, and all were attired in various shades of forest green and brown. Somehow, they sensed our coming for some days before we arrived. They call this percipience their Elven `feel'. Their bows were at-the-ready but not drawn; it seems they also `felt' ours was not a grim mission. Thurion and his Elves led us to a small, slow-water cove carved out by the river. There we were to make camp. Most of our Men and the two shepherds were to remain in camp and await our return. Thurion left six of his archer-warriors to both protect our camp and to keep an eye on our Men. But those Elves, we later learned, would not stay in our camp with the Men, as they preferred the surrounding woodlands.

It seemed they were not overly anxious to be around Men any more than was necessary."

Validor paused for a mouthful of water then went on. "Council Messenger Brynn, my father, and myself with five Guardsmen were escorted many leagues deep into the forest by Thurion and his fourteen remaining archers. Strange though it may seem, we were on our mounts and them on foot, and yet they tired less than either us or our mounts. After two days of such travel, we were met by Hi-Lord Elion, acting as an ambassador for the entire Elven Hi-Council of Cnawanlar. We made camp in a quiet grotto he selected. Then for a whole day, he held council with Brynn. Elion made it evident that the Hi-Council would accept limited trading and contact with our people. But they were still quite wary of Men, and thus our merchants and traders would not be permitted in Cnawanlar beyond our campsite on the river where most of our Men and boats had remained. Elion indicated that Men seeking trade or communication would always be met there by Elves, they are able to sense our arrival in advance. Brynn did manage to talk Elion into allowing us to build a more permanent campsite at the river cove before we left. From that day on, by mutual agreement, the river inlet site would be called Goodwill's Meet----for as long as Men and Elves shared each other's goodwill that is. After leaving, Hi-Lord Elion's camp, we returned to Goodwill's Meet and established the permanent campsite. Two wooden shelters and a suitable dock were the first order of business.

After that, we erected small stables. The Elves only permitted us to use the dead wood for the construction, since they protect even the living trees of their forest home. Thurion indicated provisions would be made available whenever Men arrived there in the future. Because we had few provisions of our own to leave behind, and no way of knowing when our merchants would begin trade with the Elves, this was an entirely acceptable approach as far as we were concerned. And to this very day, they have lived up to their word; provisions have always been made available to our merchants and traders upon arriving at Goodwill's Meet.

With our campsite construction nearly completed and our boats loaded and prepared for the return journey, Thurion and his archers took their leave and disappeared abruptly. I mean to say abruptly!

One moment they were all about the campsite, and the next they were gone, and only the surrounding forest is visible.

Anyway, before he abruptly disappeared, Thurion warned us against traveling through the eastern wastelands or the grasslands south and east of the Helm River. He just stated that they were unsafe for travelers, but he would not speak further about what he meant. Somehow, we all knew it would be unwise to travel were the Elves advised not to. Therefore, our overland scouting expedition was canceled. Besides the unknown dangers, Brynn felt it would be a show of good faith if we took the advice of the Elven Commander. We were after all primarily attempting to establish good relations with the Elves.

After another day or so spent in completing the campsite's finishing touches, during which we knew we were being watched, we began our journey back to Helm. The company's spirits were high. We had achieved our primary mission, the beginning of improved relations with our neighbors to the northeast, the Elven folk of Cnawanlar. Traveling with the river's current significantly enhanced our pace and we saw our North Border Keep on the fifteenth day of our return journey."

Kory had not uttered a word, completely entranced