A Game of the Gods: Embrace of Darkness

By Michael Claycomb

Young DEMETRI, his noble hearted half-brother SAMUEL and a gifted young necromancer, ESHAN, embark on a perilous mission in hopes of thwarting plans of complete global darkness. On their journey to a mysterious place called the Forgotten Isle of Landing, Demetri begins to understand the truth of exactly what he is as memories of another lifetime and another world begin to surface. His eyes fume with an ancient power as Demetris insidious tendencies impact his choices throughout the adventure and threaten to overcome his new found humanity. Demetri, with abilities spawned from hellish darkness and the ability to travel within the confines of his own shadow, wages his own personal war against those he has come to hate most of all, those who would seek to use him as a pawn in their games; the gods themselves. In the midst of his journey, Demetri is faced with a monumental choice; to travel back to his own world and escape the responsibilities charged to him by a being known as the Gatekeeper, as a Champion of Balance, or risk his own shadowed soul in order to save an enigmatic world where demonkind and humankind co-exist; a world he has come to call home.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 13, 2008
• ISBN: 9781467862936

Michael Claycomb

Author, Michael Claycomb is proud to live in Owensboro, KY with his family. 

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EMBRACE

OF DARKNESS

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A

GAME OF THE GODS

Novel

Michael Claycomb

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This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events, is purely coincidental.

© 2008 Michael Claycomb. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

First published by AuthorHouse

ISBN: 978-1-4343-8725-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4343-8873-5 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4678-6293-6 (ebk)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2008906423

Printed in the United States of America

Bloomington, Indiana

This book is printed on acid-free paper.

Contents

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1 STRANGE CHILD

CHAPTER 2 WEAPONSMASTER

CHAPTER 3 MYSTERIOUS PARCHMENT

CHAPTER 4 GLIMPSE OF THE FUTURE

CHAPTER 5 WHITE TOWER

CHAPTER 6 ALL IS FORGOTTEN

CHAPTER 7 HONEY BEER

CHAPTER 8 MISSING PROPHECY

CHAPTER 9 MAGIC SCHOOL

CHAPTER 10 DISCRIMINATION

CHAPTER 11 RUTHFORD LAZYMEYER

CHAPTER 12 SORCERY & MAGIC

CHAPTER 13 SECRETS REVEALED

CHAPTER 14 CAUGHT OFF GUARD

CHAPTER 15 ADULTHOOD & ABILITIES

CHAPTER 16 SEYTHORIAN ASSASSIN

CHAPTER 17 PRISONER OF MAGIC

CHAPTER 18 GROWING SUSPICIONS

CHAPTER 19 LOSING A HAND

CHAPTER 20 FRAMED FOR MURDER

CHAPTER 21 NECROMANCY

CHAPTER 22 TWILIGHT

CHAPTER 23 UNEXPECTED FAREWELL

CHAPTER 24 DARK RESCUE

CHAPTER 25 A MOTHERS LOVE

CHAPTER 26 THE PRICE OF A GIFT

CHAPTER 27 SEYTH STALKERS

CHAPTER 28 COMING DARKNESS

CHAPTER 29 SHERIDAN

CHAPTER 30 OUR JOURNEY BEGINS

CHAPTER 31 AMULET OF NEUTRALITY

CHAPTER 32 BEYOND THE BOUNDARY

CHAPTER 33 IMPOSTER KING

CHAPTER 34 EMBRACE OF DARKNESS

CHAPTER 35 PATHETIC LITTLE PUPPET

CHAPTER 36 NOT ALONE IN THE DARK

CHAPTER 37 DANCE OF DEATH

CHAPTER 38 THOSE WHO SLUMBER

CHAPTER 39 DYING SPECIES

CHAPTER 40 CRAZY OLD WIZARD

CHAPTER 41 UNDERWORLD IMPSPAWN

CHAPTER 42 AWAKENINGS

CHAPTER 43 WALKING DEAD

CHAPTER 44 LADY THE DRAGON

CHAPTER 45 BLACK ONYX STATUE

CHAPTER 46 DEMETRI VLADSTONE

CHAPTER 47 A SINGLE TEARDROP

CHAPTER 48 FOGS OF EVIL

CHAPTER 49 FORGOTTEN ISLE OF LANDING

CHAPTER 50 STRANGE CHASM

CHAPTER 51 RED SCALED ARM

CHAPTER 52 DEAR MIA, HELP US

CHAPTER 53 S. A. T. H. R. A.

CHAPTER 54 HUGO THE GREAT

CHAPTER 55 FROZEN IN TIME

CHAPTER 56 EVA

CHAPTER 57 THE FORBIDDEN

CHAPTER 58 A GODDESS TRAGEDY

CHAPTER 59 LIGHT OF HOPE

CHAPTER 60 DRAGONFIRE

CHAPTER 61 STAYING BEHIND

CHAPTER 62 THE GATEKEEPER

CHAPTER 63 UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN

EPILOGUE

Book II (Preview)

Acknowledgments

Writing this novel has been a humbling experience, but a journey I would encourage others to take. Creating a story is easy, making it readable, that’s the real task.

Thanks, Melissa Reed, for the time I know you have little of, and for your much needed help in assisting in the editing of my story. Otherwise, I might ramble even more.

Thanks to all my past Teachers, for inspiring me to do…more. You are the glue of our literary society. You teach and you inspire, in spite of those who are determined to institutionalize our current educational system.

Special thanks to my friends (you know who you are), for giving me support, and for listening to my ideas, when you likely had other uses for your ears.

Thanks, most of all, Shawn Edmondson, for being my number-one supporter, both in your continued encouragement, and for always being there as my friend. If not for your wisdom and support, Aethion might never have been discovered.

Michael B. Claycomb

Owensboro, KY

August 8th, 2008

"Intelligence without Imagination

means nothing."

M.B. Claycomb

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Prologue

PROLOGUE

DURING THE COURSE OF THEIR DIALOGUE, his temper had flared, in resentment of Lazarus and what he offered. Without warning, he had cut Lazarus…in two. But, strangely enough, Lazarus had simply drawn himself back together, and peacefully resumed in his bargaining. As he slid his sword soundlessly into its sheath, he noted, there had been no blood, no mess; a thing that further disappointed him. He realized that this brown robed man, Lazarus, was powerful and far from ordinary, but had not fully understood until now, that he was also immortal.

Finally coming to terms with the fact that he had no other choice; he resigned himself to accept what the middle-aged, brown eyed man, dressed in drab brown robes had to say. Folding his arms defiantly, he replied in a calm but frustrated voice. "Fine, I’ll do it, I’ll be your Champion of Balance…whatever that is. But If I am to leave this world for another, I want to know more."

Lazarus smiled as he nodded graciously. Very well, ask what you will.

What am I to expect when I arrive, and will there be humans? I will need to feed…he thought slyly as the corners of his mouth turned up slightly in sinister smile.

Lazarus raised an eyebrow when he noticed that as the angry, darkly dressed man stood perfectly still, his shadow shifting with a life of its own. Looking back up to meet the stoic, dark gaze of the man, Lazarus continued. "Yes, humans do exist there, much the same as they do here. But, there will also be other intelligent races and species, both mortal and otherwise. By the Creator’s allowance, this world in which you will encounter is ruled by many gods, so there will likely exist, a more diverse array of life both good and evil. Mind you, the laws of physics and logic may not apply as they do here in this world. Take nothing for granted, especially things you have come to understand here in relation to what you think is and is not possible."

Lazarus paused before adding, "The Creator, in His all-knowing wisdom, may see fit to make a few…changes, as you will be leaving the taint of the blood curse behind. Either way, you will become what the balance requires in your service to Him, no more, no less. Only the Creator can know the extent of these changes. From this moment forward, I am permitted only to observe, and am forbidden to interfere."

The man with the strange shadow was not entirely sure that this was such a good idea, and was not at all happy about their arrangement. Though he feared nothing, he wasn’t sure these changes would be at all to his liking. He did not really trust this…Lazarus. In fact he had come to hate him vehemently over the years, but ultimately knew he had no other choice.

Besides, there was nothing left for him here. What vestige of humanity he had finally managed to recover in his desire to become once again, more human, had been all but stripped away. The blood curse had nearly driven him to madness, and he knew it was only a matter of time before it consumed him entirely, leaving him as nothing more than an inhuman savage; no different than those he had devoted his unnatural existence to destroy.

Stepping towards the black void that had appeared behind the stone arches that appeared to be carved into the wall itself; he stopped and turned one last time. There is no other choice?

Lazarus shook his head with compassion, "I’m afraid not. You can no longer remain in this world. The time in this world for mysteries such as you, is over. Soon, none of such will remain, and a time of logic and science will be ushered in. Because of your sacrifices to save this world, the Creator has granted you this one option, for the alternative would be neither pleasant, nor ending. After all, the Creator does not negotiate, and His laws in this world are binding."

The shadowed man’s black eyes narrowed dangerously for a second as they stared back at Lazarus. For a moment, Lazarus wondered if this man’s propensity for violence would take hold once more, but the anger and frustration that swelled in his bitter heart abated finally, as his hand slowly moved away from the hilt of the deadly weapon he wore.

Shrugging nonchalantly, as if he no longer cared, the shadowed man replied simply, "Whatever…" turned, and without further hesitation, stepped forward through the arches and into the void beyond. Then there was nothing, as the blackness of the void swallowed him, his thoughts, and his…shadow.

With a mere thought, Lazarus closed the portal located within the arches, the gateway between worlds, between realties disappeared. Lazarus was uncertain as to what fate would hold for the shadowed man, but knew that if anyone were to find a way to survive in a world more or less governed by magic, dominated by gods, and plagued by demonic entities from the underworld itself, it would be this man; for Lazarus knew the truth of this man…and that truth being, that he had the potential to become something much more, or something much more terrifying.

"Farewell…Vladstone. Perhaps one day, we shall meet again…"

Chapter 1 - Strange Child

CHAPTER 1

STRANGE CHILD

WHERE DO YOU SUPPOSE HIS PARENTS ARE? she asked as she stopped to pick up the small boy, no more than five or six years old.

Probably dead, as we’ll be if we don’t get to the castle before sundown, replied her husband.

The young woman looked into the pitch black eyes of the pale, naked boy. Well, we can’t just leave him here, Henry, he’ll die for sure!

The man shook his head, Oh no! Absolutely not! No way, Fiona, we can’t just take him. What if his parents come looking for him and he’s not here?

Fiona, never taking her eyes off of the strangely beautiful young boy implored him. "Henry, you and I both know there will be no one coming. And besides, if we don’t, they’ll find him, and who knows what they will do to him!"

Henry looked at his beautiful wife for a moment, and then at the scrawny little boy who had not made a sound thus far. He could never say no to his wife, he loved her more than life itself. Besides, they had tried for years to have a child, with no success. Who knows, he thought, maybe it’s a gift from the gods.

With a sound similar to that of someone with a stomach ache, Henry finally relented. Ok, Fiona, but if any one comes around looking for a lost boy, we give him up, deal?

Fiona could barely contain her enthusiasm. "Oh yes, of course! If someone comes looking… As she gingerly wrapped him in the shawl that she was wearing, she spoke to the boy. What’s your name, little one?"

The little boy said nothing but instead looked deep into the woman’s eyes for a moment, as if speaking without words.

She, in turn, looked into his, as if mesmerized and said slowly, Demetri…that’s what I will call you. Fiona glanced back at her husband blankly.

Henry nodded in agreement. He was growing impatient as he gazed westward to see the sun beginning to lower. "Fiona, we have to get going. The gates to the city will close at dark. If we aren’t inside, we’ll likely share the same fate as likely did his parents."

As Fiona lifted and set the boy on the wagon seat next to Henry, she noticed something under her foot, something solid, but not a rock she was sure. Just a minute Henry, I think there’s something on the ground where he was laying. Looking closer she could make out a dull, slender, metallic object. She reached down and delicately brushed the dead grass and leaves away from it. It’s a sword Henry! I wonder what it’s doing here.

The mention of a weapon caught Henry’s attention. He was after all an expert Weapons Master. He and Fiona were traveling to the City of Windale because he had recently accepted an opportunity for employment at Castle Lyam. Jumping down, he quickly circled the wagon and crouched down to take a closer look.

"It is a sword, but not like any I’ve seen before. Picking the sword up by the hilt, he tested the balance. Whoever made this was an expert craftsman, it nearly swings itself. The balance is as perfect as I’ve ever felt."

Henry studied the blade for a moment, first at the strange inscriptions along the base of the blade, and then to the dark, dull colored blade itself. I’ve never seen a blade of such material. It actually seems to absorb the light instead of reflecting it.

Testing the edge lightly, he pulled back quickly. The skin of his calloused thumb had been broken by the slightest touch. Gods! he yelped. The damn thing is sharp! I barely touched the edge!

From the looks of the hilt, he was sure this sword had seen its share of use, as is the case of most well used blades, however, the blade showed no indication that it had ever seen a sharpening stone. There were no chips, and no scars, not to mention its unnatural coldness in his hand.

Most unusual… he commented quietly, as he quickly wrapped the strange sword in a cloth and stowed it safely away in their wagon, deciding it best to keep his suspicions silent for the time being.

Fiona looked at the child again, and then to her husband. Henry, do you suppose that his parents were attacked maybe even killed here, nearby? There being a sword and all…

Henry shook his head and then looked around. No, I don’t think so. If they had, there would be signs of a struggle. There would be blood, tracks, or some other indication. Scratching his head, he continued. "Come to think of it, there are no tracks at all, not even the child’s. As far as I can tell no one else has passed this way in hours, maybe even days. It’s as if he simply appeared in this very spot."

He looked around a bit more for any evidence of the boy’s family, anything that would indicate that he did not in fact, appear out of nowhere. All he managed to find was unruffled leaves and un-tamped grass.

It just doesn’t make any sense. Why would there be a boy here in the middle of nowhere, naked as a jay bird, standing next to a sword, which exceeds the craftsmanship of any blacksmith I’m aware of?

Fiona climbed back into the wagon and put her arm around the dark haired little boy. Maybe his real father left it for him, as a keep-sake of sorts, hoping he would be found.

Henry took in a deep breath as he looked around for a couple of seconds, Maybe, but it just doesn’t add up.

She pulled the child closer. Let’s figure it out later, Henry. Bring the sword and let’s get going. We’re running out of time.

Henry started to rebut her for suggesting what he had been saying all along, but decided it was best to do what he was told. "Women…" he grumbled as he climbed back onto the wagon and spurred the teamed horses onward.

What’s that, Henry? she asked with a tone he knew meant, don’t argue.

Nothing dear, he replied in his own, whatever you say, tone.

Henry knew that if they hurried, they could still make it to the castle before dark. Otherwise, they would have to find an inn somewhere nearby, and he wasn’t sure they could afford it. He had budgeted for everything on this trip with anticipation of being housed upon arrival. They simply had no more currency left, and sleeping out in the open after dark was certainly not a good idea these days.

Things had been changing of late. Beasts of prey had been seen wandering farther than usual from their dark lands. There had even been reported attacks. It was not nearly as safe to travel as it used to be, for anyone. Though he was a highly trained Warden, it was his wife’s safety he was thinking of.

There had also been reports of several seythorian assassins scouring the countryside, apparently looking for something, or someone, though no one knew what they sought, or whom. Folks had been warned against traveling alone, and to stay on the roads, taking no shortcuts or detours unless absolutely necessary. Worse yet, a mysterious fog had been spotted on occasion. It was one of the many evils along a ridge of the mountains that surrounded Greenwood on three sides, north, east and west, known as the Embrace of Darkness, for more than three centuries that have been kept at bay by the magic of the guardian towers, by a thing known as the boundary.

There had been several reports of disappearances along the bordering towns after nightfall, for anyone not safely indoors. Mages and spell makers from Windale, as well as its neighbors Nesdrin and Tuskan had been called back to the towers in hopes of strengthening the invisible connective bubble-like boundary.

For the most part, people did not seem too worried about the evil contained beyond the mountains. Escapes happened, and humans had always dealt with it. No one from the larger cities seemed to be overly concerned for those who lived along the border either. After all, those who lived outside the jurisdiction of the surrounding cities, more often than naught, went unnoticed when their taxes were not adequately paid.

Fortunately for all, the evil that escaped seemed to prefer darkness. Whatever caused the strange fogs seemed to retreat back into the dark forests at the base of the mountains before sunrise each day. Unfortunately, however, the forests seem to be expanding of late, unnaturally. Who or what was responsible was anyone’s guess. At its current rate, it would reach the inside borders of Greenwood in approximately fifty years.

No one seemed too worried about that either. Fifty years was a long time and besides, the mages and military had dealt with these things before. They would continue to do so as always. But, Henry was no fool. He knew that to rely on these mages was short sighted at best. Mages could be fickle in their loyalty. They almost always craved power, no matter their loyalties. In his opinion, they were not to be trusted. But, these were Henry’s personal feelings, feelings passed down from his father and his father’s father.

Looking up into the western sky once more, Henry noticed that there was perhaps one hour left before sundown. Ahead, the city of Windale could finally be seen.

It looks like we’re going to just make it.

Still holding onto the silent boy, Fiona nodded in agreement. So what do we tell folks about the child?

Henry thought on it for a moment. He remembered the rumors of seythorian assassins scouring the country in their strange search. I think it would be best if we just said he is our adopted son. No one knows us here and we’re not likely to meet up with familiars anytime soon. We’ll say, a relative left the boy in our keeping and was killed in a border skirmish.

Though it was a lie, there were some elements of truth to the story, in that it was not so unlike so many others. Henry felt briefly the pain of loss as he remembered the fog that rolled in each night for nearly a week, and the strange demonkind creatures that had preyed on the families of their home, near the town of Tuskan, which lay just two days ride from the base of the Embrace. He remembered the many towns-folk who had lost their lives each night fighting beasts that had not been seen in several decades.

Henry and his wife were fortunate to have survived long enough for the King to send soldiers and mages to push the beasts back and to make the necessary adjustments to the local tower, thus strengthening once again the boundary that served to keep demonkind at bay.

Henry had been trained by his late father in knowledge and skills for battling such creatures. It was that special training that served him well. Things might have turned out much differently had he not been constantly forced to maintain a strict religion of training while his father lived. At the time, for him, it had seemed like an ancient and useless religion. But times were definitely changing and he knew they would most likely get worse. He was relieved when he received a request by the highest ranking Prince of Greenwood for the position as the new Weapons Master at Castle Lyam, in the City of Windale. He and Fiona had been eager to relocate, as had many already in fear of the border magic failing completely.

Fiona glanced at the boy, and then to Henry. She leaned over and kissed Henry on the cheek. I think everything is going to be just fine. She squeezed the silent child tighter and smiled. I have a son.

Henry smiled and hoped she was right. Looking down at the boy, he realized something. It was the boy’s shadow. It seemed a bit odd, almost…detached. Henry couldn’t quite put his finger on it. It was more of a feeling than anything else. He shrugged it off and concentrated on the dirt road ahead.

The boy remained silent for the entire of the trip. He didn’t seem to mind being smothered by Fiona who spoke soft words that he could not understand. And he liked the man, Henry, and felt safe when he was around. And though he could not understand their strange language and dialect, one thing he could make out, was his name, Demetri. He could not remember ever having a name before; as he could not remember anything prior to meeting these two people. But it sounded right…somehow. Smiling for the first time since he had awakened, Demetri began to accept his newfound family. He had no idea if he had ever had one before, but took some consolation that these two seemed to be genuinely interested in him, and for now, it was enough.

They reached the castle just as the draw-bridge was being pulled up. Ho there! I say, stay the bridge, we’re expected! yelled Henry, eagerly.

The bridge was several feet off the ground but halted momentarily as a heavyset guard stopped pulling on the wheel and set the lock.

Who are ye? State yer business here, and do it quickly! a guard yelled back.

My name is Henry Quinstal and with me are my wife Fiona and…our boy. We’ve orders to report to the Prince for duty!

The middle-aged, clean cut guard did not seem convinced. He looked wary as he made his way up to the end of the semi-raised bridge. Stopping at the end, he squatted down and demanded, "Let me see some documentation, Henry Quinstal."

Henry quickly produced a scroll and tossed it up to the guard.

As the guard scanned the scroll, he stopped momentarily and glanced down at the naked boy, as Fiona covered him with a shawl. There’s no mention of a child, just you and yer wife. Looking at the boy closer, and then at Fiona and Henry, he asked, Who is this boy?

Before Henry could say anything, Fiona spoke. He is our adopted son, left to us by my husband’s late brother. The Prince is not yet aware of the child. She looked at Henry in a show of adoration. We were just as surprised, I assure you good sir, in our good fortune to have been blessed with a son.

The guard hesitated for a moment and finally turned and yelled for another guard to lower the bridge. All seems to be in order here. Take the team to the stables. They’re easy enough to find, just follow the stench of manure. The Prince is presently occupied, but one of the stable boys will know where to take you from there.

As Henry was preparing to cross the bridge, the guard stopped him briefly. As the guard handed back the scroll, he advised, I suggest you get that boy registered as soon as possible, he ain’t expected and accommodations will have to be made.

Henry thanked the guard for his kindness and continued on his way. Once out of ear shot, Henry faced Fiona. Since when did you learn to lie so convincingly?

Fiona hugged the young boy even tighter. I don’t know. It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time. She studied Henry for approval, which he gave in the form of a warm smile.

Well, I’ll have to admit, you were much more convincing that I would have been. Pausing for a moment he added, You realize of course, that we will have to live this lie from here on out? The Prince might not understand, if he discovered how we found the boy.

Fiona looked somewhat distressed at this thought. There was no going back now, even if the child’s real parents were alive and searching for him. They could not risk being caught in such a lie. Lying to the Prince could be considered treasonous. These days, virtually everything seemed to somehow be considered treason to the crown, times being what they were.

"As far as I am concerned he is my child, a gift from the goddess, Mia, herself. She has bestowed to us a child, when we could not have one of our own."

Henry wasn’t so sure that the child was a gift, but he couldn’t deny the strange circumstances in which the boy had been found. It all seemed to fit well enough, and stranger things had been known to happen. Ok then, if you feel that way, then that is the way it shall be. After ruffling the boy’s hair, he continued. "From now on, Demetri is our son."

Though Demetri had no idea what was being said, he managed a smile, sensing that all was right.

When they finally reached the stables and unloaded, a young stable boy, no more than eight years old, introduced himself. Good evening Sir and Lady. I’m Samuel, and I’ll be seeing you to your room. Please, follow me.

The red haired boy led them to the magistrate, and then directed them to the quarters that had been prepared for their arrival. The magistrate took notice of the boy, Demetri, and asked who he was, as his name did not appear on any of his lists. Henry and Fiona explained their situation as eloquently as possible and, this time, there was no hesitation.

See that the boy gets registered first thing tomorrow. His schooling is to begin as soon as possible. Everyone, no matter how great or small, must learn a skill. Once enrolled, his aptitude will be tested for possibilities.

Fiona nodded in acknowledgement.

The magistrate turned to Henry. As you will be our new Weapons Master, you are to report for duty at dawn. We have been without a Weapons Master for more than two years, a good one at least. The Prince has seen to it that the training of recruits has continued, but he has much to do of late. He is in need of the relief, so that he may attend to other…more stately matters.

Soon, Fiona, Henry and Demetri were comfortably settled into the small, but adequate living quarters. They were served an equally adequate meal, by the same red haired boy from the stables. The boy seemed eager to get to know the young Demetri.

He sure don’t say much, Samuel stated as he waited for the family to finish their meal.

No, I guess he doesn’t. If he had someone to play with I guess he would, eventually, replied Fiona with a sound of encouragement, sensing where this was going.

Well… Samuel began, with a big smile on his face, I got lots of chores to do, and then there’s school, but unless someone new comes in, like yourselves, I can come and play in the afternoon! Would that be ok?

Henry looked at Fiona questioningly, but she whispered, It’ll be ok, Henry. I think it’ll be good for Demetri. He will need someone to show him around, and to keep an eye on him. You’ll be busy, and I will have my duties soon enough, just as soon as I talk to the head mistress.

Finally, Henry agreed. "Ok, Samuel, but remember, he’s never been away from his home before. He knows nothing of how things operate around here. You look like a trustworthy lad. Can I trust you to keep him out of trouble?"

Samuel danced with delight. Sure I will! he said as he puffed out his chest. I’m gonna be a great warrior someday…just like my father. When I’m old enough, I’m gonna enlist!

Henry smiled at Samuel. So who is your father, Samuel, I’d like to meet him. Is he with the palace guard or military?

Samuel’s face tensed up momentarily, as if remembering something unpleasant.

"Well he was the Weapons Master here…but…well he…he went hunting one day…and he ain’t come back yet. That’s why they’ve been trying to find a new one. There was an awkward pause. But he’ll be back, I know it. They all tell me that he won’t, but my father said he’d be back…and I believe him. Samuel’s eyes misted over as he continued. He always comes back."

Henry understood, from the message he had received. The previous Weapons Master, a man by the name, Nathan Haul, was believed to have been killed in a hunting accident. However, his remains had never been found. After several weeks, without so much as a trace of his whereabouts, he was finally presumed dead.

Tell you what, Samuel Haul, when your father comes back, he and I will have to sit down and get to know each other. But until then, you’re welcome to come here and visit any time you want. All we ask is that you look after young Demetri here. How does that sound?

The red haired boy seemed to brighten up at the prospect of having friends. Henry then asked, Samuel, what about your mother? Where is she?

Samuel responded without remorse. Never knew my mother. Father, said she died shortly after I was born, but I don’t remember. So, I ain’t got a mother. I stay with the stable master, Karl. He’s ok, a little mean sometimes, but I don’t mind.

Henry glanced at Fiona, who seemed concerned at this. He then turned back to Samuel. "Samuel, like I said, you’re welcome here anytime, remember that…ok?"

Samuel just shook his head in agreement, overjoyed to have met such nice folks.

Fiona gave a long sigh. She was tired from their long journey. Samuel, thank you for the meal, and for being so helpful. We still have much to do and you had better get back to stable master, Karl, before he begins to worry about you. Perhaps we will see you tomorrow, after we’ve settled in a bit.

Samuel smiled and waved as he prepared to leave. I’ll see you later, Demetri. Tomorrow, we’ll have lots of fun, you’ll see! Samuel was all smiles as he skipped out of the room and disappeared around the corner. If Demetri was excited at the prospect of having a friend, he showed no evidence of it. He just sat on the bed and seemed to absorb all that was going on around him.

He seems so…emotionless…and sad. I can’t help but wonder what he’s been through. Do you think he’s been traumatized?

I don’t know, replied Henry. It’s a possibility but he doesn’t seem to show any evidence of actual fear. Something tells me that he doesn’t understand our language. If I had to guess, I’d say he isn’t even native to this part of Aethion.

Well then, we’ll just have to teach him, responded Fiona with a matter of fact tone.

I suppose so, but it’ll have to wait until tomorrow. Right now, I need to go and meet with the Prince. I’m sure he is aware of our arrival, and will be expecting me immediately.

Fiona nodded in agreement. Demetri and I will be just fine, you go ahead. We will probably be asleep when you get back, so try to be quiet.

Henry agreed and was about to leave when Fiona added one last thing.

Oh…and dear? Do speak to the Prince about our living arrangements. This room will be getting very small, very fast, with the three of us in it. I’m sure he’ll understand.

Looking around, as if for the first time, Yeah, I see what you mean. I guess I’m going to have to get used to sharing space for three now. He smiled at Fiona and then to the silent Demetri. I’ll do what I can. Henry turned and met with a guard located just outside the door. After a few words, he and the guard left.

Fiona sighed heavily as she turned to Demetri. One of these days, you’re going to have to talk. But, until then, let’s see if we can’t find something for you to wear. After all, a boy can’t go through life wearing just his mother’s shawl, can he?

Demetri, seemed to understand her words, but more likely was only responding to her soft, loving tone.

He couldn’t help but smile, revealing two tiny prickling teeth, somewhat longer than they should have been. A thing Fiona did not seem to notice at all. But then, a mother’s love is the most unconditional love of all, one that often blind to such things.

Chapter 2 - Weaponsmaster

CHAPTER 2

WEAPONSMASTER

A REGAL FIGURE ENTERED THE ROOM. On his leather chest armor he wore the crest of the royal family insignia, L, for Lyam; he wore tight leather breeches which were ornately decorated with a well used sword on his left hip. Wearing a short leather jacket, with buckles, and a long deep red cloak, he strode in with the confidence of somebody important. His hair was dark blond and his eyes were steel blue.

Though he looked barely out of his thirties, he had already known the responsibilities of command in a continual war; a war against the ever increasing evil that threatened to once again spread across the countryside of Greenwood. Henry knew better than to mistake a man’s youth for inexperience. His father, the King, was of failing health and as he was the only apparent heir to the throne, he was nearly ruling the kingdom already.

Hello, Henry. It’s good to see you have finally arrived. I trust your trip was safe enough.

Henry looked up from his inquiries of the armory inventory and current enlistment records. He stood up and bowed immediately.

My Prince…

The young Prince put his hand on Henry’s shoulder and replied, Henry please, our families have known each other for entirely too long for us to be so formal. We are alone, after all. Please, speak freely.

It is an honor to finally meet the Prince and savior of my meager town near Tuskan. Had you not sent your troops when you did…

Please, it is my duty and honor to protect those who pledge allegiance to the crown. How fares your home town? I trust the mages have made the necessary repairs to the tower?

Yes, replied Henry, but I fear that the evil grows stronger in its relentless resolve to spread. I fear that the boundary will not serve our needs forever. Times are changing, and will eventually result in the need for a different solution.

The Prince had a look of deep concentration. That is why I chose you for the new position of Weapons Master, your unique experience with demonkind…as well as your lineage.

Henry simply nodded.

I knew of your father, Henry. My father, the King, had offered your father this very position, as well as the position as his own personal advisor many years ago, in foresight of the very thing you speak of. Oddly, your father refused. He explained to my father that he was suffering from an illness and would not remain strong enough to carry out such duties. How is your father anyway?

Henry responded in a distant voice. He died several years ago, protecting Tuskan from an attack of fewolves. He fought well enough, but in the end died from a wound he sustained. Apparently the creatures’ poisons proved stronger than did the healers ability he sought.

The Prince momentarily looked saddened, as he responded kindly.

"I’m sorry for your losses, Henry. Your father was a good and brave man. In fact, he once saved my life. I wanted to be a warrior too soon and had a knack of getting myself into situations way above my head. To this day, I’ve never seen a man that was your father’s equal with a sword. Not even my own father, in his prime, could best him."

Accepting the compliment graciously Henry replied in turn. Thank you Elliot, that means much to me. I must admit, my father rarely spoke of his relationship to the crown. How is it that he and the King were acquainted? The Prince then explained to Henry that when the King was young, he and Henry’s father, Ahmmel Quinstal, were friends. They grew up together, both adventurous young men, in search of glory.

He went on to tell Henry how they had both been trained in the art of the Warden religion. Eventually, they were put in charge of leading regiments into battle against evil. On occasion, demonkind would somehow slip through the boundary seeking to feed on the inhabitants of nearby villages.

He told Henry of how Ahmmel had saved his father’s life in a nasty skirmish against an undead, a vampire race thought to have been eradicated long ago. The undead had his father cornered and had rendered him defenseless.

My father told the story to me several times when I was a child. He told me how your father actually managed to best the vampire by taking his head, a feat not many mortals can claim to have done.

Taking a moment to change pace, the Prince added seriously. This is why I sought you out, Henry. My father and yours had kept in touch for many years, that is until my father became weak and ill several years back. This is how I knew of your training. Ahmmel had mentioned to my father that one of his sons showed a unique talent as a Warden and was being trained him in the arts. Henry, the skills of a Warden have been all but lost over the past several decades. We have become lax and complacent by relying on the magic of the towers in their ability to keep the evil at bay.

Henry nodded in agreement. I couldn’t agree more. I, too, feel that our dependence on magic has become too great, and our defenses have become weakened. Humans of Greenwood have become complacent, desensitized to the growing evil that surrounds us for far too long.

The Prince let out a deep sigh. "Henry, soon I will be King. My father’s health is fading. I will be surprised if he lives through the season. As the future King, I see the changes that are occurring and, like you, I fear that our heavy reliance on the mages has made us weak. This has allowed the evil which has been contained beyond the mountains to grow strong in the absence of being challenged by hard steel regularly.

Of late, I believe, something or someone has stirred up demonkind and they no longer seem content with the lands beyond our borders. My greatest fear is that we no longer have the support or strength to battle such an occurrence as we had centuries ago. In our arrogance, we have isolated ourselves from the rest of Aethion and will be forced to stand alone; gods forbid."

Henry knew what was implied. The lands beyond Greenwood, though strange and as equally mysterious as those beyond the great mountains, contained a variety of races. Some were the cousin races of mankind, themselves. Many of these races never bothered to evolve as had the humans in Greenwood. Instead, these races existed in a more primal setting, where their natural born aggressions were a way of life. Humans, in their reliance on their modernization of living standards, had all but forgotten how dangerous this world could be, and how best to survive it, beyond the boundary.

Henry deducted from limited records, that there was perhaps a time, when humans and other races of Aethion existed closely together. The separation began when demonkind began to grow unchecked. The races of man, as well as a few other less known races, once worked in unity more than three hundred of years ago. They waged an all out campaign against the evil of demonkind, managing to push it back, deep into the mountains. Shortly thereafter, the humans decided that a magical boundary would be in order.

Being their very nature, humans began to establish themselves as the race of all races. They managed to segregate themselves from the other races, even claiming the lands which had previously belonged to other sharing races. As a result, the other races receded deeper into their native areas of the world. They resigned to let humans have the lands in which they had claimed for themselves, that is, as long as they left the other races alone. There were humans, however, that chose to live outside the boundaries established by mages. However, they were never heard from again. Whether they still existed beyond the boundaries was unknown.

What is it you would have of me? Henry asked

The Prince leaned back in his chair. Henry, I have taught what I know of the arts of Warden. But what I know is only that which I picked up from my father while he was healthy. I am afraid my skills were never completed due to my princely duties and political responsibilities. I need you to be more than a simple Weapons Master. I need you to be my second in command, and one of my closest advisors.

Henry was speechless for a moment. This was an opportunity of a lifetime he knew, but he had no knowledge of running an operation of this scale. I am flattered, my Prince, to be sure, but my knowledge is limited to that of training and fighting…surely there is someone more qualified to be your advisor?

The Prince shook his head as he leaned in closer. He lowered his voice, as if in fear of being overheard. "Henry, I am not convinced that my father dies from natural causes. The Prince lowered his voice while glancing around cautiously. His mysterious illness began soon after he had instructed our previous Weapons Master, Nathan Haul, also a former Warden, to begin instructing in the arts once again."

The Prince took a few seconds for the information to sink in before continuing. "In light of the growing evil, my father believed that the ancient skills used to defend ourselves against undead, demonkind, and other equally dangerous creatures needed to be revived once again. Ironically, Nathan Haul disappeared soon after, though presumed dead, his body was never recovered.

Henry, I need someone who has no personal agenda and someone that I can trust. Being as I knew your father as a man of character and honor, you were the natural choice."

The Prince leaned in closer and whispered, I suspect there are plots of treason within these very walls, even as we speak.

Henry sat back in his chair for a moment. He contemplated what the Prince had just shared with him. This was much more than he had bargained for. He thought to take a simple job as a Weapons Master, not as an officer training and commanding a legion of Wardens, not to mention the Prince’s own security advisor. How does one go about saying, no, to a Prince, especially a Prince that would very soon become the highest ranking King in all the kingdoms of Greenwood?

Taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Henry looked into the Prince’s eyes with sincerity as he responded. Though I am not sure how I would be as an advisor, I cannot refuse a request from the Prince himself. You came to my aid and saved Tuskan from certain destruction, it is the least I can do. Very well, my Prince, it would by an honor, I accept.

Prince Elliot placed his hand on Henry’s strong shoulder and replied graciously. Thank you, friend…and the honor is mine.

Henry perked up for a moment as something occurred to him. "I believe I’ve met the child of the former Weapons Master, a red headed boy who goes by the name of Samuel. He is convinced that his father will be back someday."

The Prince nodded solemnly. I wish that were the case. Unfortunately, I think not.

Henry then commented, From what I gathered, young Samuel has aspirations of following in his father’s footsteps. He seems like a good boy.

The Prince nodded in understanding and waited patiently, as he knew there was a point to this.

Henry continued. As I understand it, young Samuel currently resides with the stable master, Karl. Though the boy said little, I suspect that the environment he stay’s in is…less than ideal for someone who would choose such an honorable role as enlistment, some day.

The Prince nodded again and asked, What is it you’re suggesting, Henry?

Henry cleared his throat for a second. "Well, my…son, Demetri could use a friend, and Samuel seemed to like him well enough. Henry shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he continued. Though I haven’t talked with my wife yet on this matter, I’m sure she will understand. I would take full responsibility for the boy of course, that is, with your permission."

The Prince smiled warmly as he responded. Henry, I wouldn’t have it any other way. However, if I might be as so bold as to ask…was the child…Demetri…really your late brother’s boy?

Henry wanted to lie, but decided that, as a trusted advisor for the Prince of Greenwood, it would be unwise, to say the least. Looking into the eyes of the Prince, Henry responded simply, No.

Elliot simply nodded in complete understanding.

"Henry. Thank you for being honest with me. This was one of the reasons I hand picked you to lead my defenses, as well as, being my advisor. You come from a good and honorable family, and have nothing if not noble intentions. I will not ask as to how you came across the darkly brooding boy. I know your intentions are of the best and if anyone would prove a worthy father I believe it to be you.

As far as Samuel is concerned, I know enough of him to know he is a good boy, sired by a good man. I would hate to see young Samuel grow up under the guidance of one such as Karl. Karl’s alright, but tends to drink a bit too much and has a mean streak. He is a great stable master but a bad father figure."

Elliot smiled with pride as he continued. "Having a boy of seven and a girl of four, I can tell you that it will be quite a change for you. I cannot imagine having an instant family. However, I would like to know one thing."

Of course, by all means, ask.

The Prince continued. "What compels you to father these two children? From what my sources tell me, one is obviously… different, and the other is the son of a man you never knew."

Henry’s eyebrows creased in thought for a moment as he looked down, shaking his head. Finally he answered in a tone that sounded unsure. I’m not sure. It’s as if I’m being…guided somehow.

Looking back up into the steely eyes of the Prince, Henry added, I’m not an old man, only in my thirties by my closest estimation. I’ve never done anything so impulsive…so rash. Tell me…am I wrong in this?

The Prince laughed and slapped Henry on the back. "Who can say? Maybe we are both but stepping stones to a larger destiny. All I know is that your work is going to be cut out for you my friend. Boys can get into a lot of trouble. It would be best if you enrolled them in school as soon as possible. I know Samuel wants to be a Warden like his father, but, as I haven’t spoken with Demetri, your guess would be as good as mine as to where his talents will lie."

Henry smiled at the thought of having sons. He had all but given up on passing on his family’s legacy. But the smile faded briefly as he remembered something about Demetri. That brings up an interesting point. I get the strangest feeling that Demetri has the potential to become so much more than what I have to offer in my own teachings. From the moment I laid eyes on the child, I got the strangest feeling that he was out of place. It’s as if he’s foreign to this very world, even to the gods themselves.

The Prince thought on this for a moment. Maybe it would be best if I met Demetri in person. Then, maybe, we can put our heads together and decide what is best for the boy.

Nodding in compliance, Henry assured him that he could meet Demetri as soon as possible.

Knowing that Henry had much work yet to do, and also that the section and training of the new Warden regime would begin first thing in the morning, The Prince decided to retire and let the Weapons Master and new friend get to work.

As he was leaving the room he was stopped short by one last request from Henry. Uh, Prince Elliot…there is one last thing.

The Prince stopped and turned.

If my wife finds out I have failed to ask you…she’ll kill me…and if you deny us this request I’ll understand…

The Prince turned. Yes, go on Henry. Ask what you will.

Well, it’s about our living quarters. We’re grateful for what has been provided. It’s simply…well, they’re meant for two…and…

Smiling in what looked like embarrassment the Prince responded. "Of course, I understand completely. You will need your privacy, and boys…well they will need their own space. Very well, see the magistrate first thing in the morning. I will leave orders for him to see that you and your family are properly housed. It’s the least I can do for your sacrifices and your service to me as well as to the country. Good night, Henry." Prince Elliot turned without further delay and swiftly exited the room.

Henry sat there for several more minutes before he once again began reviewing documents, weeding out the best possible candidates for training. He gazed out the fourth floor window that overlooked the city and countryside beyond. He couldn’t help but wonder exactly what the future held for him, his family, and the whole of Greenwood. With a sigh, he said to himself, These are strange times indeed…gods help us all.…

Chapter 3 - Mysterious Parchment

CHAPTER 3

MYSTERIOUS PARCHMENT

OVER THE FIRST SEVERAL WEEKS, Demetri could not understand the language spoken around him. Once enrolled in school, he was assumed to be either mute or dumb. He had shocked everyone, however, the day he suddenly began reading orally and in perfect dialect. The school masters had thought they had been unsuccessful in their teaching, but realized immediately, there was more to this strange, emotionless boy than met the eye.

It did not take long for Demetri to begin to learn at an accelerated rate, eventually surpassing many of the older students in the class. He was every school masters dream. He seemed to soak up knowledge like a sponge.

Demetri soon learned that being so bright could be a double-edged sword. There were others in his classes, mostly the older boys, who did not seem so enthusiastic about being intellectually bested by someone so young. Fortunately, Samuel, whom Demetri now considered both an older brother and a friend, was usually there to dissuade many of the other boys from an action outside of an occasional snide comment. These comments usually made a reference to Demetri’s unusually light complexion, his strange dark eyes, or his small pointy teeth. It was not uncommon to hear the insulting names of vampy or ghosty.

He and Samuel were always together and often got into mischief together. On several occasions, they had roamed the castle grounds in search of victims for their newest prank. Their plans were often foiled by Fiona, who always seemed aware of their mischievous plans. She seemed to know their every move, and this was always a mystery to Demetri. The two boys could often be found in the scullery, peeling potatoes and scrubbing pots, as punishment for their mischief.

Demetri recollected the day he had first met Prince Elliot. It was the Prince who had looked into his eyes and said with a wary tone, This boy’s eyes have the look of knowledge far beyond his years. As he walked in a slow circle around Demetri, the Prince thoroughly inspected him. Because he was slight in his build, the Prince had labeled him to be trained as a scholar.

Being that he was older by two years and large for his age, Samuel was immediately labeled as a possible Warden. However, if he was to be a Warden, then he would have to excel in the classroom, as a Wardens greatest tool was that of his wits. Samuel was thrilled at even the mention of being a Warden.

The boys stood at attention before the Prince so that he might inspect them, as Henry observed from nearby. As he stood at attention, something in the shadows across the room caught Demetri’s attention. Hiding in the shadows, behind a doorway, was another boy. With his dark blond hair and deep blue eyes, the boy looked like a younger version of Prince Elliot. The boy appeared to be about the same age as Demetri.

The boy, who was apparently watching out of curiosity, looked somewhat terrified when he noticed that Demetri had spotted him. Demetri stared at him with cold dark eyes and his lips curved into a smile that slightly revealed his small, pointy teeth. The boy glanced behind him to make sure that it was he that Demetri was starring at. He quickly realized that indeed Demetri’s eyes were locked dead onto his own. The hidden boy cried out and immediately ran to his father, Prince Elliot. The Prince turned to find his boy hugging him around the waist, staring at Demetri, and obviously frightened.

He scares me daddy…make him go away! He screamed.

Demetri couldn’t help but manage a small but evil smile at the boy, one that was gone by the time the Prince had turned to look at Demetri again.

Prince Elliot managed to pry the boy away from his waist and knelt down to speak to his son. Jason. What an awful thing to say! This is Demetri, and his brother Samuel. They live here in the castle with their father, Henry Quinstal, our Weapons Master and daddy’s good friend.

I apologize for my son’s behavior. It seems my wife, Katrina, has suckled him a bit longer than was necessary.

Henry merely nodded and smiled in understanding.

Glancing at the two boys, Demetri and Samuel, Prince Elliot noticed how composed they both were. Each stood bravely at attention. He then came to a decision. "Henry, I think it’s time my son, Jason was taught how to conduct himself around others. It is time he is peeled from his mother’s bosom and taught some discipline. With a small grimace, he added, Times being what they are, I don’t believe it would be advantageous for him grow up without more discipline."

Henry nodded compliantly. "I do believe there’s a new class of recruits coming in this spring and we do have some spots that have yet to be filled. I was thinking to enroll Samuel and Demetri together. However, I think that Demetri’s talents, as you have said, may yet lie in more scholastic pursuits. Therefore, it might serve them both better, if Jason was to take Demetri’s place in the academy, and Jason would benefit in having Samuel in which to look out for him as well."

Elliot nodded, grinning widely. That would be nice. I’ll see to it Jason is enrolled this coming spring. As he left to check on his father, the Prince bid all, farewell.

Just before Demetri and Samuel were about to depart, no doubt on a mission of mischief, Henry halted them. Henry informed Samuel that he was free to go. Demetri would be joining him shortly if he wished to wait outside.

Henry knelt down and looked deep into Demetri’s dark eyes. Demetri…son, how did you know that Jason was hiding in the shadows?

Seeming a bit surprised that Henry had not detected Jason as well, Demetri answered simply and honestly. "I could see him there…he had been watching us for a while…did you not see him?"

Henry answered, "No. I could not. I knew he was there only because he frequently hides there. But even knowing that, I could not see him, it was simply too dark."

Well, I could see him. Father…why was he afraid of me?

Henry put his hand on Demetri’s head lovingly. Because, son, he can see that you’re different than he is. Sometimes people are afraid of what they do not understand. Demetri, you’re a special boy, being able to see in the dark like that…but do me a favor.

Demetri smiled and asked, What’s that father?

Try not to be so obvious about being able to see in the dark. Most people cannot see into the darkness like that and they might be afraid of you if they found out that you can.

Demetri’s eyebrows came together, not fully comprehending why something so obviously natural to him would be such an issue to others. But why would they be afraid of that?

Henry thought for a moment. Because Demetri, there are those who can see in the dark…like you, and they are evil…not even human. You wouldn’t want people to think that you’re evil, would you?

The answer that came from Demetri disturbed Henry a little more than he wanted to admit. I do not care what they think.

Either way, Demetri, would you do this for me?

Demetri smiled broadly as he answered, Of course, Father.

With that, Henry let him run off to be with Samuel. Henry looked once again across the large, torch lit room. He stared at the dark corner where the boy had hidden before. No matter how hard he tried, his eyes could not pierce the darkness. He recalled the evil smile that appeared on Demetri’s face when he realized that he had caused Jason’s fear. Henry couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was going on in Demetri’s complex little mind.

When spring had finally arrived and brought with it many changes. With the passing of his father, Elliot had been crowned the new King of Greenwood and of Castle Lyam. Since his mother had passed away several years before, that left