Remnants of Magic, Volume I

By Alicia R. Chapin

The Master Sword Bryan is an elite warrior of the prince of Shelkite's council. When Shelkite is threatened by Ret, a wizard-king, the Master Sword is ready to fight. However, his plans are spoiled when he discovers his assignment is as the personal guard to the young half-blood witch sent to their aid-Al

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alicia Renae Chapin
• Release date: May 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781087965987

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Prologue

The powerful animal’s hooves hit the soft beach in the perfect cadence of a full-fledged gallop. The earth churned and sprays of damp sand were cast airborne, leaving the prints to wash away with the crashing waves of the sea. With each stride, the animal’s snorted breaths misted in the cool morning air. His eyes wide and alert shone with hope; his long tail floating on the breeze in a ray of silky, iridescent threads. The magical creature’s coat was without equal, the purest white, dazzling to the eye, and as sleek as blue ice on the cold bays of the Nortarwin Sea. Nothing thrilled the great beast more than running with the salty winds of daybreak whilst carrying promising news.

As the luminescent sun rose above the watery horizon, his prismatic horn sent all the colors of the spectrum dancing across the beach. He flipped his mane from the pleasure of the warmth on his back and galloped on, returning northward. He was Apollos, an advisor of the country of Shelkite; and he made haste to report to Prince Alkin, who had long awaited him at the castle in the grand city of Fordorn.

Chapter One

A dark lock of hair fell across Bryan’s damp forehead. He swiped it away impatiently and rubbed his brow with restless fingertips. The young warrior bit his bottom lip and felt for the hilt of his sword. His hand found it right where it should be, at his side in its sheath. He exhaled, letting his broad body relax.

The light laughter of a woman escaped from behind the closed door where he stood guard. Bryan’s uncommonly bright azure eyes shifted around the corridor, seeking anything abnormal. There was nothing. He started to pace, his black riding boots tapping quietly across the scuffed floorboards. When is he going to be done? Bryan rolled his eyes.

Being Prince Alkin’s personal guard did have its advantages, but waiting around for him to make social calls was ridiculous. Bryan wanted action, battles, even blood, anything but to tag along with the Prince to visit pretty lady friends of Fordorn.

He let out an annoyed breath and paced the hall quicker. Women! All they ever did was get their skirts in the way. Sure, he had had his fair share of feminine company, but that was all done and over with. No more trouble for him, thanks. Sure, he liked Alkin. He was one of his closest friends, but it was becoming increasingly aggravating that he met with Lady Evelyn every week. She was a beauty known around the city as the Chaos Goddess. And, in Bryan’s opinion, she was kind of silly.

The latch clicked on the oak door. Bryan spun around to face it. The handle turned ever too slowly. Come on, he whispered through clenched teeth. He stood at attention as he heard the Prince say his farewells from behind the door.

The door opened and the blonde-haired Alkin stepped out. The Prince smiled at his awaiting guard, and Bryan nodded his respects as the shapely Lady Evelyn stepped into the threshold.

Alkin turned to face the brunette. Thank you again for your time, Lady Evelyn. He bowed.

I’ll see you next week, then? the Chaos Goddess replied.

The sugarcoated words sickened Bryan. While he stood there painfully waiting, she flicked her dark eyes over his broad stature. He clenched his jaw again, growing more impatient with every second.

Yes, my lady. Alkin took her pale hand and landed a kiss there. He smiled one last time before briskly turning down the staircase to the lobby below. Bryan turned to follow him.

Goodbye, Sword Bryan, Evelyn said sweetly.

Bryan spun back and politely bowed, My lady. He smiled the best he could, catching a glitter of amusement in her pretty doe-eyes before she closed the chamber door with a smile. And, letting his gaze linger there for a moment, he heaved another sigh with his eyes turned upward. He then started down the hall to the creaky stairway after his prince, the tip of his sheathed sword clinking on the tops of the steps as he jogged down. He pushed his way through the crowded lobby to the front porch of the inn.

Standing under a weathered sign that read ‘Snowed Inn,’ he looked up and down the main street of Fordorn City. Those of the city’s lower class bustled about, hard at work. Teams of mules and oxen pulled hefty carts loaded with goods through the muddy streets, their drivers disheveled and carelessly spitting out tobacco wads as they jostled by. Cows bellowed and pigs squealed. Women shouted at children causing havoc among the booths, and men hollered orders to their employees.

What a great place. Bryan inhaled the dingy air, happy to be away from the tavern and women.

Are you coming? Prince Alkin asked from atop his bay warhorse. The burly horse flipped his black mane, causing the metals of his bridle to clink. Alkin leaned casually on the pommel of his saddle and said, For acting so impatient, you’re not moving very fast.

Bryan smiled at the smirking prince before untying his black mount from the inn’s hitching post. He couldn’t hide anything from him.

Bryan liked to fancy himself an impassive man; though, when he was impatient it was well known. It was not one of his strengths.

I’m coming, my prince. He mounted gracefully despite the bulkiness of his weapons and saddle and reined his burly stallion around to follow the Prince down the road leading out of town.

Bryan and Dragon, his mount, slowly made their way around the bustling citizens. Dragon weaved from side to side of the sloppy road, intent on catching up with his stablemate.

Bryan bumped Dragon lightly when he saw the Prince disappear around a bend. The game horse responded, his huge hooves kicking up clods of dirt.

Hey! Watch it, dim-wit! An angry shout came from behind them. Bryan shifted around to see an irate, mud-splattered woman. When she caught sight of him, she bowed, immediately remorseful. S-sorry, Master Sword, I didn’t know it was you! she apologized, holding her gaze at her feet, which were rapidly disappearing into the muck.

No, it was my fault. I wasn’t thinking. Bryan gave her slight nod and clucked to Dragon to move on.

As they reached the bounds of the city, Dragon drew abreast with the Prince’s mount. The stallion gave a loud snort to make known his arrival.

Alkin turned at the sound, his green cloak flowing over the rump of his horse, making him appear regal, even though the Prince was trying to blend in more today by not wearing his usual hue of blue. The people of Fordorn were, for the most part, a friendly and content crowd who knew their prince by face. None-the-less, Alkin hated being ostentatious, something that could possibly cause troublesome attention.

The Prince softly hummed a familiar light-hearted tune native to Shelkitens. He glanced over at his friend as he rode up beside him. "You know your horse has about as much patience as a real dragon… And, I fear his master is not far behind," he said, looking up to the next bend in the road, which led them past the last of the city homes. 

Bryan snorted. Humph! We’ve more important things to do than have tea with the ladies.

Alkin looked at him in genuine surprise. Really? he said. Do you ever recall me stopping by just to make social calls ‘with the ladies’ in the past?

No, the rebuffed Bryan answered slowly.

Then, maybe you should assume there is more to my visiting Lady Evelyn than just a social call. Alkin heeled his mount into a faster gait.

They rode on, entering the firmer, grassier country roads. The road wended through beautiful, lush landscape, wide-open, rolling fields with crop and livestock farms settled along the way.

Up until the last couple of years, Alkin and Bryan had always been good friends. The Master Swords—a select number of the Prince’s elite warriors and advisors—had appointed Bryan two years ago to become a Master Sword and Sword-Guard to Prince Alkin. The necessity of this position was due to an assassination threat to the Prince.

But ever since Bryan’s promotion, he and Alkin squabbled more than they ever had as childhood pals. It did not help that Bryan would be happier if he was back training warriors rather than being a Master Sword and a part of the Prince’s council. What good was his ability if he could never use it alongside the other warriors? Alas, Bryan worked hard to keep fit and hold his place of high stature.

Moreover, because of his skills and hard work, he had quickly moved up in rank within the Master Swords. He was now the Head-Master Sword. Bryan often thought he should be honored, but he did not feel as such. He felt bored with life, and needed action or something new at least.

Bryan patted his stallion’s strained neck as they passed a mare hitched outside the noisy Blue Mermaid Tavern. It was the only decent place a traveler could get a drink for miles until the city. Men from all over assembled there to tell stories of lost sweethearts and distant lands. It gathered quite an interesting crowd. Bryan himself had been there many times.

Dragon nickered but did nothing more than crane his neck to get a better look at the mare. It’s just better off to stay away from those, he said to his horse. They end up being nothing but trouble. Dragon shook his head and pulled at his bit.

The sun started to dip beneath the hilly horizon. They would not reach the castle until after dark. Bryan nudged his horse to catch up to the now singing prince. Alkin’s shoulder-length, blonde hair was down and tousled. The wind lifted it as he turned to him to sing part of the chorus. Bryan smiled and listened to the words that spoke of Shelkite’s beloved rolling hills and farmland.

Sing with me, oh great Master Sword Bryan! he called over with a joyful air, though his tone held slight mockery at his austere friend.

Bryan stared at him as if he was mad.

It will pass the time. Alkin smiled at his always-resistant guard.

Bryan cracked a grin. He didn’t mind that the Prince occasionally slipped into a child-like demeanor. Alkin was a few years younger than him, Bryan being in his early twenties. The important thing, however, was that Alkin had a good heart and was a clever and fair ruler. No country could ask for more. So, he proudly joined in.

For the remainder of the trek, the two men’s voices, Alkin’s practiced tenor and Bryan’s slightly off-key baritone, resounded clear over the foothills of the Haiparian Mountains.

As they neared the grounds of Shelkite’s castle, the men’s singing voices died down. Fog began to settle with the night. It flowed milky and vaporous over the dark hills, where it seeped onto the road. They quickened their pace. Some things lurked that even a Master Sword would not want to face.

Soon, through the dusk, formidable stone walls appeared before them.

Alkin gazed at his castle and halted his blood bay, Sapharan, before the gate. His hazel eyes moved over the high walls, thinking of his departed father. His ancestors had built the castle strong. Alkin had only been thirteen when his father had passed away, leaving him the ruler of Shelkite at a young age.

His father had been a demanding, but a just and popular ruler. After his death, the guidance and wisdom of his mother, Adama, had prepared him for the rest of his ruling era.

Bryan sat motionless on Dragon and watched his prince scan the walls of the castle while they waited for the appearance of Lycil, the gateman.

A call shattered the night. State yourself!

It is I, Prince Alkin, returning with Sword Bryan from Fordorn! Alkin shouted up to the gateman. His breath misted in the rising moonlight, and he held up the Sword of Shelkite to identify himself.

Ah! My prince, welcome back! Lycil’s now pleasant voice called down.

The chilly damp of the night faded away as Bryan thought of escaping the darkness to the warmth of his chambers.

The two horses stomped their hooves as the gate cranked open. Dragon snorted; a puff of mist sprang into the cool air, and he arched his neck and pranced in anticipation of his dinner. They guided their mounts through the gate and into the flagged-stoned courtyard.

My prince, I have news! Lycil called down, holding a torch, the flame high above his head, and looking as if his hair had caught fire. With Lycil’s usual luck, he probably would catch his hair on fire. Bryan chuckled at the thought.

What is it? Alkin answered with a merry note.

Apollos is back! Lycil said as they dismounted.

Bryan watched Alkin’s features turn dumbfounded. The Prince’s most trusted advisor, Apollos, had not been seen or heard from for two years. Apollos been an ally to the crown of Shelkite for many years. Though, the most extraordinary thing about him was that he was not human. He was a unicorn. Unicorns were a rare sight indeed. In fact, other than Apollos, no unicorn had been seen for centuries.

Alkin whispered something inaudible and, looking troubled, he turned and sprinted to the castle’s door. Deep in thought, Bryan watched him disappear. He then looked down to the Stable Master’s daughter, waiting to take his stallion’s reins.

Thank you, Annelia. He smiled.

You’re welcome, Master Sword. She bowed and gazed at him with admiring eyes, and then led the horses to the stable, speaking softly to them as she went.

Since there were others to help guard the Prince while in the castle, Bryan had been looking forward to a pleasant night in his room away from all disturbances. Perhaps taking a hot bath and reading an old war book. Now, however, unease settled on him. Why had the unicorn’s appearance brought fear into his friend’s eyes?

Before Bryan settled in his room, even before his pleasant servant could bring him dinner, he was summoned to the Council Hall. He heaved a sigh, grabbed his knife, slid it back into his boot buckle, and donned his sword. The servant girl gave him an understanding look as she helped him back into his uniform’s overcoat. His Master Sword garments comprised of tan trousers, riding boots, a lightweight, white shirt, and a silver-trimmed blue overcoat.

Once dressed, he started reluctantly down to the meeting hall.

He was late. The other eleven Master Swords were already gathered around the massive oak table. It sat in the center of a grand circular room. The thick walls rose high into a domed ceiling, and through a large window on the northeast there was a spacious balcony overlooking Shelkite’s precious grazing land.

Murals graced the walls, telling tales of ancient battles. The paintings consisted of hundreds of mystical creatures that had been long forgotten or become extinct. The magical world of Eetharum and its creatures were now of the past. Only a few remnants of it still lingered. The unearthly power that had once ruled Eetharum had waned at a great velocity after the Lost War, which had ended over five hundred years ago. It had lasted a whole century, driven by fear, hate, and bloodlust. A hemorrhaging Eetharum had been left in its wake. Magic and its counterparts had subsided against the multitude of humans. And humans had gone on, no longer bothering to remember their mystical brethren or the power that had once dominated the world. Years of reconstruction had finally healed the land, but some wounds in old enough hearts had yet to mend.

The room, however, was not the magnificent aspect that caught Sword Bryan’s eyes. In the far-right, near the balcony, Alkin stood conversing with none other than the unicorn. The creature was like nothing he had ever seen. His coat of heavenly white looked of satin. And when the flickering lights of the hall hit his mane and tail, each single iridescent, pearly thread glimmered one of the colors of the rainbow. His hooves were a shiny copper-gold, and the slender crystal horn shattered dazzling light.

The unicorn bobbed his flawless head and flipped his shimmering mane as he spoke. The Prince, listening intently, nodded and answered in low tones.

Bryan stood, somewhat gawking, for Apollos had left on his mission after Alkin had been threatened and before he had become a Master Sword. Before he had moved to the castle and had nothing to be concerned with other than his everyday life as a warrior in the camp. He’d never seen the mystical creature up close before, for Apollos rarely visited the warrior quarters.

The other Swords spoke quietly, sitting around the table, eyeing Apollos with suspicion. Bryan listened to the older men’s murmured gossip.

Please sit down, Sword Bryan. Alkin strode over. Apollos followed close behind. No sound echoed from the beautiful creature’s hooves.

Bryan brushed a lock of dark hair from his eyes and took a seat at the end of the table, bracing himself for the bad news he knew he was about to hear.

Prince Alkin stood at the other end, looking out over his Master Swords. His earlier child-like behavior had vanished into maturity, and he stood now clad in robes of blue, his blonde locks pulled away from his tense features. He looked regal wearing his silver circlet. The Prince placed his hands on the table as the unicorn watched impassively from behind.

He eyed the group. I’ve kept a secret from you all.

The Swords looked up, many with a furrowed brow.

I didn’t want to divulge this before I had more facts. So, please forgive me. For it wasn’t something I should have spared, after all. But, I have evidence of a threat to Shelkite—as well as Eetharum. King Ret of Zelka has proved he wishes to set himself up as emperor over Eetharum.

He paused so his Master Swords could absorb this, as they glanced around the table to each other.

I’m not sure if you all know, but King Ret is a wizard…

Bryan shifted uncomfortably at the mention of the rare, magical race; many of the Swords did, for it was well-known wizards were prone to have an evil nature.

I’m just going to say this outright. We must stop him. He’s a threat to Shelkite and the peace of Eetharum. It could mean an all-out war, but there’s still a chance we can stop him before it gets to that. I’ve learned of his plan from reliable spies in contact with the Chaos Goddess. She’s informed me that Ret usurped the throne unlawfully; though, it was done so carefully so as not to be detected by the majority. He wants to dissolve the countries of Eetharum and supplant the rulers with his own men. And that’s not half of it… He apparently pledges allegiance to the Arch Demon; and it is known, he has even made sacrifices… This means he’ll be using soiled magic against us. We won’t be able to fight him with solely manmade weapons.

The Master Swords gazed at him in heavy consternation. The hardy weapons they wielded were all they knew.

The Chaos Goddess says he has managed to fool many Zelkans into his plan. But he has also somehow recruited some mystical beings. Aside from us, I believe only the country of Galeon is aware of this threat. Our task right now is to inform the rest of the allied countries of Eetharum and ready our military.

Ready a military ignorant of magic? We’ll be slaughtered, Sword Keavin blurted.

Alkin held up a calming hand, Apollos has just returned from seeking our own magic to fight with. I’m not naïve enough to think that we would succeed without manipulating magic ourselves. But, as you know, magic and its beings are not something we can readily get our hands on anymore. However, Apollos has discovered that there are magical keys—of a sort—we can seek out to aid us in his defeat. The good news is they’re in Eetharum, though under watchful eyes.

What are these keys—or counter-magic? Sword Xercan asked.

We don’t know. Apollos got this information from the Guidance Naiad.

A moment of surprise passed.

The legendary nymph? The one that lives in the Faded Sea in Carthorn?

Yes. She’s real. And, if found, will give the seeker a few trustworthy words of guidance.

What if her magic is soiled? How do we know if we can trust her? Sword Keavin asked.

Apollos says we can trust her, Alkin said. He took a breath and continued, "Already many Zelkans have died in rebelling against Ret. He’s covered up their deaths. He’s very clever. And from my own experience, I know he has a likable demeanor, though it is deceiving.

This is urgent. He might be able to convince other countries to join him. It’s our duty to protect Shelkite and our honor to protect our fellow countries. We can’t let him cross Zelka’s border. And if we can root him out and save Zelka, all the better. I beg you for your pledge to stop him before he destroys the peace and our beloved Shelkite. Can I count on my Master Swords? The Prince ended with an emphatic plea in his eyes. The Swords looked upon him stunned, voiceless, and breathless.

Bryan gulped down a lump of air. How ironic. This should be enough of an adventure for him. But he would have never wished this kind of adventure on anyone. Perhaps he was a little too bored with life, and now it was paying him back. It was as if the buried powers of the world had come to haunt them for forgetting they existed. For Bryan’s cautious mind, it was almost unbelievable to think that magic still resided in the present. If it were not for a unicorn standing before his eyes, he would have scoffed at the Prince’s insanity. But there, at Alkin’s side, a live, magical creature stood.

He rose from his chair. My service belongs to Shelkite and all it believes worthy, he said.

Alkin gave his friend a sad, appreciative smile. Bryan glanced at the regal unicorn. Apollos gave the slightest nod of approval.

Another Sword stood. I second that. Two more followed. Then the rest stood. Alkin nodded a cheerless thank you.

But, here is the main thing. He looked down at his fingers splayed on the table.

Bryan and the others took in a breath. Alkin had not told them everything before they’d vowed? The Master Sword narrowed his eyes, but quickly pushed the angry thought away. He would do his duty anyhow.

Apollos has learned from the naiad that there’s only one person who can control the counter-magic against Ret.

They stared, bewildered. A few mouths opened, ready to question.

We were told where we could find this individual. She’s from Eastern Kaltraz. I’m reluctant to say that we must enter this battle dependent almost exclusively on a single soul…

The word ‘she’ echoed in their minds, an endless, resounding word. At least, to Bryan it did. The Swords continued to stare, numb to the world around them.

Bryan was the first to come back. A woman? he blurted.

Alkin looked scared. I’m afraid, it’s worse. We must not only put our trust and lives in the hands of a woman, but a girl of just seventeen, a shepherd’s daughter.

Chapter Two

A slender figure sat confidently on a white horse in a small assembly making its way across the grassy foothills. The shade of night settled upon the land, but the white animal shone pale in the dusk. The gelding looked petite and fragile compared to the large warhorses striding nearby. But the poised rider knew of the animal’s abilities beyond those of the warhorses. The rider flipped her waist-length braid over her shoulder and looked around at the Shelkiten warriors with whom she had traveled across Eetharum’s countries. During their time together, the warriors had made sure they took good care of her, though they’d spoken seldom, except maybe to jest about her ‘scrawny’ horse.

Their journey, which had started more than a month ago, was now nearing its end as the large Shelkiten castle loomed ahead. The young rider knew little about what the Prince of Shelkite wanted with her. She was of the common people. What would royal blood possibly want with a lowly shepherdess? Even her own country’s princesses had not known she existed until only recently when she’d received a notice she was to come to the castle of Kaltraz in the city of Sansdella in Western Kaltraz.

From there, she was hurried through an explanation of her somehow aiding Eetharum and how she must go to see Prince Alkin of Shelkite in honor of their countries’ alliance. Upon her assent, she’d been rushed away with little more explanation than this. It seemed the warriors would have whisked her away with or without her permission. Nevertheless, though Alexandra was from a family of shepherds and innkeepers, she was ready to meet this head on. As long as she had her faithful mount, Zhan, and her handy bow and arrow at her side.

The group halted in front of the towering stone-mortared walls of the castle. And Alexa could not help but feel excited at being in a new land. She judged from the construction of the castle and the miles of stone fencing she had seen along their way that rocks must be a readily available source of construction material for Shelkite. It gave the country an inviting atmosphere and was vastly different from the sandstone of Kaltraz.

To the west, the sun slipped behind the rolling hills as if the grass were a sheet for the hot sphere to rest in for the cool night. She watched it set. Her blue eyes glittered in the adventure and the wonder of the moment. She had never traveled this far from her country before.

The castle gates opened for the small procession, and they proceeded to enter the courtyard. Alexa looked around, curious to see how the foreigners lived; or rather, how their prince lived. She then realized they were not the foreigners—she was. She raised her chin, taking up her guard as a handsome man with dark unruly curls falling over his brow strode from the stables. He wore a uniform of lightweight clothes to enable him to move freely. She presumed he was high in the rankings of the prince’s warriors. He was obviously skillful with the sword that hung at his side. Two austere warriors followed in his path. He came to a halt in front of Zhan and her, his bright blue eyes regarding her and her horse suspiciously. He looked cocky. She determined right then to allow no one to get the better of her, especially after having to endure her escorts’ impoliteness. She was on her own here. No one would do her any favors.

Sword Bryan strode up to meet the assembly and the girl they had escorted from Kaltraz. For some reason, he felt like starting a grapple. It still irked him that a girl was appointed to do the perilous job…and not him.

When he approached the waiting lot, he expected to see a petite, helpless lady clad in a white dress riding sidesaddle. However, when he came to a halt in front of the ‘redeemer,’ he was quite surprised. He saw a young woman. Yes, she was petite, but strangely enough, she looked as if she could pull the horns off a dragon. Unlike the women from Shelkite, who always wore gowns and adornments, she wore dark figure-fitting pants, tall black riding boots, and a light, worn-out shirt and cloak. Slung over her shoulder were a bow and quiver, and a sheathed dagger hung at her side. A ruffian. He looked her up and down, noting a single raven-black braid falling to the center of her back. Her features were angular and plain, but not unpleasing. Her skin lightly bronzed by the sun caused a soft sprinkle of freckles to lie across her nose.

Then he noted with alarm her horse. A beast like that was not known around Shelkite. He was too slightly built. His head small, though finely shaped. He won’t last a day of hard riding. Bryan thought of his burly Dragon with pride.

The girl studied him with vivid sapphire eyes. It seemed as if they saw straight through him, as though he was the one being evaluated. He returned the challenging stare.

Do I not meet your satisfaction, Sir Knight?

Her tone fell on Bryan’s ears like bitter chocolate the tongue. Master Sword, he corrected. A Master Sword is not quite the same thing as a knight. We’re more superior in many aspects.

Pardon me, Master Sword. I didn’t mean to insult you, she replied, though her inflection betrayed any sincerity.

You’re to meet our prince soon. Why aren’t you wearing appropriate clothes? And what kind of animal is that? Bryan blurted, ignoring her apology. His brash statement even caught him by surprise. The words were over his tongue and out before he realized how very rude they were. It, in fact, did not matter how she dressed. The difference was something like a crisp breath of air to him. However, the horse had to go…

"I’m sorry if you don’t approve of the way I look. I am no Duke. This is how most women from Western Kaltraz dress who are under Princess Athena’s rule. If you want a girl in a silk gown, I suggest you find one of Princess Livia’s easterners. And this is a noble animal, quick-witted and fast. He’s bred for the deserts of my country.

In Kaltraz, women dress and do as they please. And, the horses are high caliber. Isn’t that so here?

Not exactly. Although nothing is stopping them, they just don’t find it proper. It’s untraditional. And, as for the horses, they have excellent bloodlines. Bryan gave a smug smile. Sure, she was a cute thing, but a thorn. His lip twitched. Her oddities drew on him, but he resisted it.

I see, Master Sword. Alexa inclined her head, struggling to hold back a biting remark. Regardless of whether he was a Master Sword and older than her, this man needed to gain a little perspective. I may be in your country, but I don’t plan on changing myself just to make you happy.

And, we wish it to be that way. A pleasant voice came up from behind the Sword and his silent followers.

Alexa looked up to see a handsome young man stroll up to stand next to the Sword. He was shorter than and not as broad as the Master Sword, but looked fit just the same. His hair was golden blonde and pulled back from his fair features. He smiled warmly. He wore no crown. His conduct and attire were the only indications that perhaps he was royalty.

Welcome, Alexandra. I’m Prince Alkin. I hope my Head-Master Sword hasn’t frightened you. His hazel eyes shone with kindness as he bowed to her. He was not much older than she was.

Thank you, dear prince. And, I’m not at all frightened by your mighty Master Sword, Alexa said, and in one lithe move, she dismounted Zhan, who eyed the nearby stables and its occupants with interest.

We’re very glad to have you. I’m sure you’re tired. You can rest, have dinner, and a tour of my castle before we go over the details. I am sure you are curious as to why we requested your presence.

The Prince took her hand into his and landed a soft kiss there. Alexa smiled at this unfamiliar gesture. His grasp was warm and friendly. She had begun to worry the whole country was going to be unpleasant to her, but he had proven otherwise. He was their leader, and in her situation, that was all that mattered.

They started for the castle’s doors. I hear you’re the daughter of a shepherd. Is this true? Alkin asked.

Alexa followed him down the flagged-stone path, glancing back to see Zhan being led to the stables. The warriors had departed and returned to their business, but the cocky Master Sword followed a few strides behind, just far enough to not intrude on their conversation, but close enough she could sense bitterness flowing from him, masking any other feelings she might derive. However, from the Prince, she felt nothing but sincerity, which gave her confidence.

Yes, my father’s a shepherd and an innkeeper. He’s also a wizard. But, he prefers the quiet life of the ranch. She offered the information freely, unabashed of her lineage.

Really? That’s intriguing, the Prince glanced in surprise at her but recovered forthwith, I can tell by the way you speak that you prize your father highly.

Yes. He’s a good man.

Well, no more inquiring now. Let’s get you settled, and then we can speak some more. I’m sure you’re feeling just as anxious as we are to talk.

Alkin’s smile widened as they halted in a grand foyer. He called a servant to show her her room. I’ll have Sword Bryan come for you soon. In the meantime, make yourself at home in your chambers.

He bowed and kissed her hand again, and turned to leave her in the servant’s care. Sword Bryan also smiled, though it looked forced, and bowed. He then followed the Prince down the corridor.

She watched over her shoulder at the departing Prince Alkin and Master Sword. They intrigued her; the Sword’s abruptness, the Prince’s calm manner. She quirked her lips with a slight shake of her head. The people here were different from hers, less personable if she had to describe it. She hastened her pace to match the servant’s quick steps, all the while wondering why a foreign prince needed her.

She found her chambers decorated elegantly with what she assumed were the latest styles of western Eetharum. Being very fond of the sun, she noted with a sense of glee that the adjoining washroom had large windows facing vast hills. Although at that time, it was not the sun shining through but the moon casting its silvery shadows about the room.

She took it upon herself to soak in the awaiting, soapy, hot water of the tub. Her muscles, tight from the long days of riding, warmed and relaxed. She closed her eyes, relishing the comforts of the castle.

After she had dressed in a clean set of her boyish garments, she re-braided her damp hair, letting the raven plait fall down her back.

While she gazed out across the fields, marveling at the opportunity to see new places, there was a firm knock on her door. Poking her head out, she spotted Sword Bryan, who was trying his best to look his austere part. He didn’t fool her. She smiled despite his set face.

I’m instructed to give the guest of honor a tour of the castle. He bowed and clutched the sword at his side. Would you like one, Miss Alexandra?

You can call me Alexa, or even Lex, as my brothers do. And, I’d love to see the castle. She looked back to her bow and quiver lying on the bed, pondering whether she should bring them. She touched the dagger at her side. If she got into any trouble, it would be enough.

Bryan led the young woman through the castle, making only brief stops to explain murals or various statues. The higher levels of the castle comprised Prince Alkin’s personal wing, his family’s chambers, and the Master Swords’ chambers. The guest chambers were found just below, with the servants’ rooms in the southern, lower wing. On the ground level were the ballrooms, dining halls, meeting rooms, throne room, library, and of course, the kitchens and laundry rooms.

He began to lead her down the staircase to meet with the Prince in a dining hall when she caught his arm.

What’s down that wing? You didn’t take me down that way. She pointed beyond the staircase to the right.

That’s the Swords’ conditioning rooms. I didn’t think you’d want to see them, Bryan said, although he thought the girl might have liked them best. They were exquisite rooms, modern for the age.

The girl’s eyes lit up. Can I see them? she asked, unconsciously clutching his arm.

Bryan gave her a roguish grin, Of course. He led her down the long corridor to one of the many rooms and took her into the combat one to have a look around. One large window comprised the entire eastern wall. The west wall in the rectangular room was lined with mirrors, and all different kinds of swords, knives, daggers, and other menacing-looking weapons adorned the end walls—lances, maces, battleaxes… Some blades were slim and straight, while others cast a jagged and thick form.

Bryan watched as the young woman looked around entranced. She was unlike girls from Fordorn. Their pleasures were of clothes and jewelry, but she seemed to be enjoying herself quite enough here. He walked down to the weapons and pulled a sword down. She followed him. The two eyed the sharp, glinting metal and delicately designed hilt.

It’s a Galeon sword, Bryan said with admiration. In fact, all these swords are Galeon made. They’re very highly regarded.

Yes, I’ve heard of Galeon’s impressive sword-makers. Many say the Galeonics are the best smithies and masons in the world. Alexa touched the hilt of the weapon, a sense of awe in her voice. Though, I’ve never owned one of their swords myself.

Yes. But, it still baffles me why a woman would enjoy a warrior’s practice room and weapons, Bryan said, a little spiteful. He gazed down at her while she caressed the flat of the blade.

Her head shot up, a glint of blue fire sprung into her eyes, turning her awed countenance into a glare. Why shouldn’t I? And, I could win any fight, she said.

All right then, Alexandra of Kaltraz. He thrust the sword into her hands and unsheathed his own. Fight me. I’m the Prince’s best. By your fighting, may you represent every woman that believes she’s a warrior.

He only meant to challenge her, and maybe irk her a little bit, too. He’d heard and read of many great female warriors fighting in the Lost War and thought highly of them. However, he wasn’t about to allow this arrogant girl know his true feelings.

It’s Alexa, she shot back, adjusting her grip on the sword. I’m my best at bow and arrow.

So, you lied, then. Bryan grinned. He advanced toward her, holding out his sword. The girl began to back away. All show, eh? A mischievous glint was in his eye.

You’re a bitter man. She frowned, taking up the sword. She didn’t fear him, but she did not want to fight him either. "Did something happen, Sword Bryan? Did some lady snare you on a hook only to throw you back?"

Bryan advanced on her and thrust. She blocked the hard blow. His features turned sour, and he grimly struck again, his footwork precise. Alexa parried it with a small smile.

The two circled each other in the center of the room. Their eyes fixed for any slight movement. The full moon shone through the liquid dark windows. Sconces lining the walls cast flickering light and shadows across them.

Inside, Bryan seethed. She was a little beast of a girl. He was beginning to wish it had been a lady who had come. At least they were governed by protocol, unlike this girl.

He attacked with a series of hard thrusts. She blocked them all, to his surprise. Though, he knew he should not use his full potential on her. It wouldn’t be a good idea, considering she was the Prince’s guest; and it really would be an unfair fight…

Alexa bit her lip, forced to concentrate more on protecting herself than advancing on him. She could not let her mind at ease, lest he strike. He was good. The best she had ever gone up against. She tried to thrust a blow but failed.

I hit the spot, didn’t I? Was she pretty? Did she dump you on your backside? Or did she just outsmart you? she said through gritted teeth.

Sword Bryan snarled at her and launched a swing. The weapons sang when they connected, and he pressed his down on hers. She strained under his strength, unable to make a move.

Their faces inches apart, the Master Sword shoved. Alexa fell hard, and her sword skidded across the room. He snapped his blade to her throat. She glared up at him, and his mouth twitched into a shallow grin.

Why do you think you’re so clever? he said through a clenched jaw.

I don’t think I know. I know! she spat, feeling a bit chagrined. His clear eyes narrowed; she said, "You can’t fool me, Bryrunan! My father’s a full-blooded wizard. I have innate senses." She rushed to rise and the edge of his sword glanced across her cheek. She pursed her lips and gave him an ill-fated look. He was a complete brute.

Bryan stared at the girl’s face, now reddened with a scratch. How had she known his birth-name? Very few knew it. He took a step back, bewildered. Her blood was only half-human? What had they gotten themselves into? Wizards lived to be very old, but most had died out. Could this girl possibly be related to, or conspiring with, the wizard in the north?

A figure came to stand in the room’s threshold, prying their glares from each other. Am I interrupting something? Or, do I remember correctly that Alexa is my guest and we were to meet for dinner now? Prince Alkin said.

The Prince had a notion the two would battle out their strong state of minds eventually, but not so soon. Ever since Bryan had a horrific experience with a former love, the Master Sword held little patience for the female gender, let alone a strong-minded one as Alexandra appeared to be.

Yes, my prince. Bryan stepped back, now feeling guilt for the scratch, and sheathed his weapon, but any words of apology seemed out of grasp.

Alexa straightened and went to stand next to the Prince, while he replaced the sword she had used. Alkin started down the corridor with the girl in tow.

Bryan slipped up behind her and said in her ear, How d’you know my real name?

Alexa grinned and whispered back, I told you. I have abnormal blood. Be careful what you think. I just might be able to hear you. She gave him an innocent smile and bounded up to walk next to the Prince, leaving the Sword to wonder.

She could, of course, sense feelings because she was part witch, but she had only known his name because it was a common one in the east, albeit an older one. And she had only guessed his bitterness was because of some woman. It’s always a woman… But perhaps it wasn’t. She didn’t think Sword Bryan posed any real threat to her, just an annoyance mostly. She would show him up later with her exceptional archery skills. Right now, though, she was eager to speak with the Prince. She would deal with the cocky Sword later.

Chapter Three

Well, I must say that I’m a little relieved you’re a follower of Princess Athena and not Princess Livia. Alkin leaned over the table and smiled at Alexa. It saves a lot of time and energy to not have to train a lady to fight. He chuckled. The princesses were twin sisters, and Livia was known to be the more refined of the two.

They were seated at one end of a long oak table in a private dining room of the castle. Alkin was at the head. Alexa sat at his left, and Sword Bryan ate quietly at his right. The other Swords had eaten earlier while Bryan had given her the tour.

Alexa smiled at the Prince and then stuffed a ridiculous amount of ham in her mouth. The dinner was a feast for her. Having traveled for so long, the food seemed especially delectable. The servant had set in front of them platters of warm bread, cheese, smoked ham, and sweet potatoes. Her mouth had watered at the sight of it.

I am still a little confused why I’m here, she said after she’d swallowed. Why would you have to train me to fight?

Bryan watched her, disgusted and a little flabbergasted. Why was she jamming so much food in her mouth and, more notably, where did she put it all? She was so slender, she could be a lance. Did she come from a family of heathens? He had to tell Alkin as soon as possible that she had witch blood in her. He was not biased, but it made him uneasy considering the circumstances.

Alkin smiled at Alexa, understanding, and set down his mug with a sigh. That’s reasonable. The Prince searched the girl’s face. She had a veiled beauty he figured many men had foolishly overlooked. He could have punched Bryan for being so rude and spoiling his guest’s face.

Alexa watched the Prince’s features turn from cheery to unsettled, his brow creasing in thought, and she listened with growing trepidation as he explained the situation. He delved much deeper than either of her princesses had. The Master Sword seemed to be ignoring them. He was busying himself munching on a buttered slice of bread and watching a candle’s flame.

She leaned toward the Prince, her heart thudding hard and curiosity running wild because of her connection with the wizard Ret… He was her uncle. Her father’s estranged twin. But she did not find it wise to mention that just now. She set down her mug.

So, a nymph gave you my name? she said.

Yes, the Guidance Naiad from the Faded Sea in Carthorn. It’s the only territory where magic still resides openly. Apollos, my friend, brought this news. Alkin motioned to the entrance of the dining room.

Alexa turned to see, of all things, a unicorn standing in the threshold. Her eyes widened, and she almost choked on her ham. She had only ever heard meek descriptions in children’s stories of the beauty of unicorns. This creature surpassed all imagination.

The heavenly animal nodded to her and stepped silently into the room. His lustrous mane and tail shimmered in the light, and her mouth slacked open. The unicorn came and stood next to the Prince.

Bryan stopped chewing to watch the girl; and despite his aversion, he had to smile at her reaction, for Apollos was truly a remarkable sight.

Once Alexa overcame her surprise and noticed that Prince Alkin was grinning at her, she snapped her jaw shut and focused on the task at hand. I’ll do my best to live up to your expectations of finding this magic. But I must admit that, as of right now, I don’t know where to begin, though I think it’ll come to me…in time.

Bryan snorted from across the table. Alexa, Alkin, and the unicorn turned their attention to the Sword.

This is absurd. We are to be led by a girl that knows no more about what’s going on than the army itself. And! We are asking her to fight against her own kind. Sounds like we have excellent chances. He sat back and crossed his arms, a flicker of flame in his eyes.

Alkin looked down, pursing his lips in thought. Bryan had a point. It did seem like all odds were against them. But he held an unwavering trust in Apollos, and through him, the naiad. Magic was needed to fight the wizard; and here sat a girl with magic bloodlines.

A snort from Apollos broke their despondent thoughts. Have a little faith, Master Sword, he chided, Don’t act so hopeless. With a toss of his head, he flipped his mane to the other side of his satiny neck. "We’re taking the right steps. We’re taking the ones we know to take. Patience and good sense are needed. We must plan where to search for the first key, decide where to place the first contingent of troops,