Legends and Warriors: The Boy of Folklore

By Mandy Lynn

After discovering a book that was pointed out to Ray by the Ahmainian of air, the book had revealed secrets and hidden details that no one knew about regarding the coming prophecy. These secrets were not only accurate in regard to Virmont's arrival, but crucial to the kingdom's survival. 

Had Ray known this prior, many lives could hav

• Language: English
• Publisher: Palmetto Publishing
• Release date: Jan 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9798822941625

Mandy Lynn

The Legends and Warrior series is based on a dream Mandy Bates had in the 7th grade in Nebraska. Due to having vision problems, throughout her life she has been told she would never be able to write anything decent since she couldn't read books. But Mandy didn't care and wrote her series anyway. She believes a great story teller can arise from anywhere in the world. As a personal goal, she is now taking the chance to have it published.

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Chapter One

I

t had been almost one year since Ray had taken over as King, and since then much has changed in the Kingdom of Vernum, yet much had not.

The kingdom’s 101st annual celebration festival was scheduled, as well as Vernum’s first annual ball, to commemorate Ray’s one year anniversary. There was less excitement than there might otherwise have been because many of his people were still grieving the lost lives of their loved ones. Even businesses in the Marketplace were grieving, for there were not as many people around to buy or sell things as there had been before.

Many had left Vernum to escape the treacherous memories of that day the dragon attacked. Also, now that it was evident Vernum was indeed the land known to have the Soul Ahmainian under its soil, others did not want to continue living there, forcing Vernum into a state of financial drought.

To make matters worse, Ray found himself discovering just how much debt the kingdom was in with many of the other kingdoms. The old King had collected tax money and other pay from who-knows-where, but he had hoarded it for himself away from where it needed to go. He had neglected the bills from the other kingdoms, who surprisingly were still humble to be of service.

This put Ray’s desire to cut taxes in half on hold. The only way to fix this financial mess was to either pay the old King’s debts, or to raise the taxes even more.

Since option two was not an alternative, Ray knew the only way to settle this debt was to pay everything the old King had and start over, even if that meant he could not afford to pay those working in the castle. He didn’t have a choice.

After almost bankrupting the castle, Ray had to make cuts. He would employ only the servants, maids, guards, and soldiers who truly wanted to serve him.

Doing so, he discovered the old King actually had some really poor soldiers and lazy servants who only got their positions from bribery. Some even tried to do that with Ray. Those were the first ones to go. The process took a full day to accomplish, and from the original total of five hundred soldiers and guards and three hundred maids and servants, fewer than a hundred of each remained.

The ones he kept were very honored, and therefore willing to serve without pay. For some of them, their only home was the castle anyway. They had nowhere else to go and so they didn’t have to worry about paying taxes.

For those who did have a home or a family to take care of while working for Ray, the only privilege was that they did not have to pay taxes if they could not afford to. Everyone else in the kingdom had to pay taxes until further notice.

The only difference was, if they were unable to pay their obligations because business was hurting, Ray wasn’t going to arrest or fine them. This made the people who chose to stay and live in Vernum feel more at ease and thus willing to do whatever they could to help the kingdom grow and prosper.

Ray also sent a message out to all the houses and businesses telling the owners exactly what was going on and what he needed of them in this time of uncertainty.

This, and the fact that Ray went to his people for advice and offered his own, was the most important change to the kingdom. Knowing their King was on their side and was like a friend to them was all the people really needed. It was clear Ray was doing his best. Therefore, because of the love and concern he had for his people, expressed with positive vibes and much needed hope in handwritten letters, Ray’s message had reached out way beyond the borders of Vernum. And if knowing what had happened regarding the prophecy leading up to the dragon’s attack wasn’t enough to shake other kingdoms’ roots, it was knowing the truth that the legendary predictions prophets had warned the world about were real and happening.

Ray’s plea to his people for patience and understanding during their struggle was enough to have Kings and Queens rethink their loyalty to their smallest ally. This burden was not only for the Kingdom of Vernum, but the whole world as well. Vernum was just unfortunate to have been built over the land under which the Soul Ahmainian was sealed.

Each kingdom, and the world in its own way, was affected by the Dark Energy of the Soul Ahmainian, so all must do their part in helping the kingdom that had been established on that land.

Ray received messages from all over the four nations–minus Prince Vycen’s kingdom–stating that if he allowed their soldiers and warriors to train free of charge in Vernum’s advanced warrior academy, they would write off the kingdom’s debt and return the money already paid.

That way he could use the money for his own people, and in return their warriors would receive much needed high-level training. It would also open the doors to possible immigrants looking for adventure and a new place to call home.

Many kingdoms had an abundance of non-criminalized homeless people, both men and women with children, needing a second chance to start a new life of prosperity.

With open arms, Ray agreed to these offers and with much relief and thanks, he was proud to announce to his people that, due to the new bargains with surrounding kingdoms, he was finally able to deliver the promised tax cuts.

Warriors from the four nations came with their families to start training in the academy while the homeless and other visitors came to start a new life. As a result, business all over the kingdom was booming more than ever.

Even though everything was going well, Ray had to make sure no one forgot or lost track of what was still to come. He did this by sending out frequent reminders of the upcoming prophecy.

On a positive note, Ray also sent out welcome invitations for everyone to partake in Vernum’s 101st annual celebration festival, followed by Vernum’s first annual ball. This brought back the joy many had lost as they anticipated the upcoming celebration.

Then behind the scenes, and without Ray knowing, another invitation went out in secret from Anthony. This was an invitation to celebrate Virmont’s one year arrival and birthday for he was now seventeen years old. And since everyone wanted to meet the boy written about in the legends, many, including other Kings and Queens, were planning to attend.

Because Anthony’s invitation attracted more than the Kingdom of Vernum, he felt a bit in over his head when he received responses from other kingdoms. Therefore, given that he only wanted to have a minor celebration, he had no choice but to bring this matter to Ray’s attention. Seeing how it originally started out as an innocent idea, Ray, with a bit of exasperation, agreed to help Anthony out.

Thank you, brother! He smiled. I honestly thought you were going to leave me alone in this.

By rights I should have! Ray replied as he stood up from his seat on the throne. But what kind of King, or brother, would I be if I did that to you?

I appreciate you Ray, I really do! I know this was unexpected, but after all the hard work Virmont’s put into this kingdom, I figured he needed to have this!

I agree, but next time, brother, please do not send out random invitations without consulting me first, Ray said.

Of course, I understand, but you know, you and I have a birthday coming up soon, so would it be—

No, Anthony! Ray interrupted bluntly, which shut Anthony up. That will be a private matter between you and me only; not the entire world!

Okay, I hear you. Anthony smiled. I just want it to be special, for it’ll be our first birthday together!

And it will be, Ray assured him warmly. As long as we keep it between us.

Okay! Anthony nodded. Now, regarding Virmont’s party, in order to surprise him I’m going to need you to keep him away from the castle somehow until it’s time!

Do you want me to move a mountain for you too? Ray asked, before turning to leave the throne room.

Sure, after that would you bring me the sun and moon as well? Anthony asked, laughing.

Ray turned around in a hurry, which made Anthony laugh more. I love you brother! he added, and left the throne room.

His words warmed Ray enough that he probably would have brought the sun and moon to him if it were possible.

Seeing the softness Ray had toward Anthony, his royal guard, Roy, approached him with concern. To him, he knew if someone wanted to attack Ray, hitting where they knew it would hurt, they would turn Anthony into a target.

Your Majesty, I do not find it wise that you mingle intimately with your brother, he stated.

This melted the happiness right off Ray’s face.

And what in creation gave you that thought to say this to me? Ray snapped.

Because, Your Majesty, some foes may see that—or him, as being a potential weakness to you and thus would do him harm to get to you!

Then so be it! You of all people should know, if someone were to dare cross me and try to harm the ones I love, especially my brother, I would make them suffer worse! Ray rejoined.

Of course, sir, Roy said. Even with a known weakness, Ray would still be a challenge to take down. Forgive me, I was just concerned.

I appreciate that, but I will not allow my enemies to dictate how I should behave around my brother! Ray stated. Now where might I find Virmont?

I believe he is with Hawkti back on his island, sir!

Of course, Ray grumbled. All right then, while I head there, I want you to keep order until I return.

Yes, sir! Roy bowed. But Your Majesty— Roy stopped himself. He knew if he suggested an escort, Ray might get annoyed with him again. Instead, he started a new topic. Before you go, check out the Marketplace. I heard new shops will open up soon, especially this one you particularly might find interesting. The name of the shop is Ancient Relics, which touches on your topic of interest and research.

Is it authentic? Ray asked.

I don’t know, Roy replied. But the owner appears highly educated on what she sells.

Very well then, I’ll see what is there.

As Ray headed off on horseback toward the Marketplace, he noticed that people were already setting up for this year’s annual festival. That reminded him that his and Anthony’s birthday was around the corner. This would be their first birthday together in over eleven years. The thought weighed heavily on his heart, but he quickly shoved those painful thoughts to the back of his mind.

As Ray dismounted from his horse to lead it through the market’s streets, his people greeted him with excitement. They were still not used to seeing their King outside of the castle’s four walls. The previous King had rarely ventured out.

Also, despite Ray not dressing the part, the people, no matter where they were from, knew who he was.

Ray wore a crown, but not the extravagant one he’d worn on his coronation day. This was a simple yet elegant circlet that covered his forehead with a thick two-inch gold band set with red and blue rhinestones.

Ray did not mind the attention, as he did his best to engage with everyone that came up to greet him. He was trying to become a bit more social, to be the way Anthony was, every time he went among the people in his new role. Yet, unlike Anthony, who was definitely more of a social butterfly, Ray kept a lot of himself tucked away. He always kept conversations simple or avoided them altogether. He wasn’t as chatty as Anthony, yet that was what he loved about his brother. There was never a dull moment with him around.

Finally, Ray noticed the shop Roy had mentioned and headed over to check it out. It wasn’t open for business yet, but as Ray was about to make his way toward the harbor, a sudden commotion broke out. This grabbed his attention as he stopped and turned to see a young boy holding a loaf of bread and running as if his life depended on it.

The boy looked about eight and was wearing ragged clothes. His face and skin looked dirty, and his body looked severely malnourished, as though he hadn’t eaten properly in months. Ray hurried to intercept the boy, and the man who was chasing him. The boy, looking over his shoulder, ran right into Ray before falling back on his rear.

Ray reached down to grab him by his arm, and with a gentle pull, he moved the boy toward him. The boy cried in fear.

Let me go, let me go, I didn’t mean to do anything! the boy wailed. Please sir, let me go!

His pursuer finally caught up to him and was in shock to see Ray.

Your Majesty? he gasped, a bit out of breath.

Ray looked at him calmly. Why are you chasing this boy?

Because he stole from my shop! It’s the second time he’s done so! the man replied. This boy and his family are some of those homeless people you allowed to come here from the other kingdoms. Since then, they have stolen goods from me. As if business wasn’t hurting enough already, these people are causing havoc in the Marketplace. We never had to deal with homeless people here before, especially the ones who like to steal!

All right; enough! Ray ordered as he turned to look at the boy, who was still crying. What is your name? he asked.

Kenneth! the boy replied.

All right Kenneth, can you tell me why you stole this? Ray asked. Not that it isn’t obvious, he added before glancing back up at the man.

We were hungry! Kenneth whimpered.

We? Who is we?

Me, my father, and my sister!

Where are your father and your sister? Ray picked up the bread.

Father is still getting registered, Kenneth stated as he glanced at the loaf with eyes looking desperate to have it.

All right. Ray smiled as he handed over the bread.

Your Majesty, what are you doing? You’re not just going to let him get away with this, are you? The man gasped in shock.

No, but for right now, let it be. He’s just a boy. I will compensate you for your loss, but from here on out, do not engage in this matter on your own. Instead, report it and I will deal with it myself, understand?

Yes, Your Majesty, of course. You will hear a lot from me then! the man replied with a bitter tone, before finally turning to walk away.

All right now, run along and head back to your father, Ray told the boy.

You’re not going to punish me? Kenneth wondered as he wiped his face.

Not today. But if you do it again, I will.

Yes, sir! Kenneth took off running.

After that, Ray headed back to his horse to ride out of the Marketplace.

Chapter Two

D

ays after the dragon attacked Vernum, Hawkti realized his castle-like home remained untouched. One theory suggested the dragon did not attack because it did not sense any life on the island. Another theory suggested the island was never a part of Vernum to begin with. If so, whatever energy or force attracted the dragon to Vernum’s land, was not resonating on this island.

So far, the only one who considered that cause was Hawkti himself.

To Virmont, both reasons sounded reasonable.

Either way, Hawkti was glad his island was spared. It had been his home for many years since he was sixteen and after a group of sailors kicked him out.

Virmont learned this when Hawkti told him a bit about his past, yet unlike Ray, who had little trouble opening up about himself, Hawkti was reserved and selective about what he shared. This made Virmont wonder if he had a past just as horrible as Ray’s.

Though, who was he to judge that? Trauma affects people differently. All he knew was that Hawkti did not want to open up to him about his past. Hawkti would change the subject or discuss something unrelated, and Virmont knew not to push it. Hawkti got angry when he did that. He would respond by making Virmont run up that hill that defeated him the first time. Considering he wanted Hawkti to teach him to build better stamina and endurance anyway, Virmont was okay with that.

However, Hawkti was very ambiguous with his teachings. He taught Virmont as if he should already know what to do and how to do it. If he didn’t, Hawkti would punish him by making him do things unrelated to training, like sweeping his house or gathering firewood. This made Virmont want to go back to Anthony and have him train him, like he did before the dragon attacked.

When Hawkti heard him thinking like that, it got him just as mad as talking about his past did.

Hawkti did not like Anthony. His very thoughts and feelings toward him were negative and full of anger. It was scary sometimes to hear how he talked about him.

One time, Hawkti had mentioned that he couldn’t care less if he died or had been captured like Ray. He enjoyed the idea of Anthony being at that camp, despite how little he knew about what happened over there.

Hawkti had Ray all to himself for three years, alone with Kevin on this island, and even though he knew Ray was desperate to find his brother, he always hoped he never would. Everything changed the moment he did, so to compensate the loss, Hawkti hated Anthony and treated him awful.

Virmont cringed every time he heard Hawkti’s bitter words, therefore, knowing he was psychic, he would counteract it by using his own words against him in his thoughts.

If you and Anthony were to get into a fight, Anthony wouldn’t have to do anything to you. You would end up fighting Ray instead. He knew that whenever he’d mention Ray, Hawkti would stop, knowing Virmont was right.

When Hawkti had enough of this, he grabbed Virmont and threw him into a wall. The tips of his ears got red as Virmont raised his voice.

Do not touch me!

Hawkti raged back. Keep your mouth shut, then. Just because I can’t stand Anthony does not mean I would actually harm him or rejoice if harm ever came to him! That worm wouldn’t be worth it! I value my friendship with Ray and if that means I have to tolerate his worthless brother, then so be it!

You shouldn’t even be talking about him like that. He’s the Prince now, so I should tell Ray what you’re saying. Remember, he’s not just your friend anymore, he’s also your King!

Ray is only the King because of what he did to that old worthless fool. I do not see him as a King, and nor will I ever. The same goes for that whimsical nut-head brother of his! Ray is nothing more than a friend to me. He wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me, so by rights I should be the Prince!

Virmont continued to argue with Hawkti as he tried to overpower him with his voice. You don’t deserve to be a Prince, nor do you deserve to have Ray as your friend! You’re incomprehensibly selfish and you’re a jealous idiot. Anthony is a far better man than you’ll ever be!

Hawkti punched Virmont in the face. Open that mouth again, and I’ll show you who’s a better man, you pesky adolescent brat!

Since he took the first swing, Virmont came right back at him with a kick to his stomach that knocked Hawkti backwards. It was free game after that as Hawkti bounced back. The fight turned into a bloody brawl. It ended as quickly as it started, however, the moment Hawkti knocked Virmont back, sending him rolling down that hill.

The moment he got to the bottom, Virmont hurried and staggered to his feet just in time to notice Hawkti walking down toward him. Hawkti’s fists clenched and his eyes looked narrow, but right then he noticed Ray coming around the hillside, and his walk slowed to a stop.

Virmont, on the other hand, was too angry to notice Ray coming and therefore retaliated by reaching down to grab a handful of sand. His intentions were to throw it into Hawkti’s face, but before he could, Ray’s hand reached out from behind to stop him. His grip scared Virmont out of his mind.

Ray’s voice exploded like a bomb.

THAT IS ENOUGH!

Hawkti stood frozen in his tracks, looking at him with widened eyes, which Virmont could understand, since Ray’s anger and sudden appearance freaked them both out. Then again, who wouldn’t get freaked out? His anger sounded like a violent volcano erupting, intending to murder them both in one shot. Virmont felt it in his grip, which had gotten so tight it forced him to let go of the sand.

Hawkti felt his heart racing before he defused the situation, only to save his own skin. We were just practicing combat skills.

Liar! Virmont yelled.

He wanted to attack, but Ray jolted him back by swinging his arm up behind his back, making him scream in pain.

What is the meaning of this? Ray asked, his voice sounding as aggressive as his grip felt, making Virmont think he was going to break his arm.

I was training him, Hawkti said, but things got a little out of hand.

That is not—

Ray interrupted Virmont by jerking his arm up.

Why won’t you let me speak?

Because I said, enough! Ray replied, as Virmont continued to scream in pain.

But I’m not the one you should do this to!

Hawkti surrendered as he hurried toward him. We’re sorry, Ray. Things got out of hand, but it won’t happen again.

Ray released Virmont by pushing him forward into the sand as he raised his voice at Hawkti. I saw what happened, thus, both of you should get punished for acting foolishly. Ray got into Hawkti’s face now with angry narrowed eyes as he continued. Especially you! You were supposed to be an adult; the teacher who’s well behaved in his manners—instead, you acted like an illogical child and an imbecile!

Hawkti took a step back, looking frightened. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise!

I will see to that, Ray said. From here on out, you will not train him anymore. You will leave his training to me. Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Hawkti said.

Virmont raised his voice. We weren’t even training, he said before backing up when Ray began to move toward him. Hawkti was talking about wanting to harm your brother. He even mentioned he doesn’t accept you as his King, nor will he ever!

Hawkti jumped to his own defense by yelling back, I did not say that!

Ray turned to smack Hawkti across his face before grabbing him by his collar. Right now, I do not give a flying fit what you said or didn’t say. I’m just going to warn you now that if you ever lay one finger on my brother, so help me, I will make you regret it. I will not tolerate this hatred you have toward him to manifest into violence. Do I make myself clear?

Hawkti reacted by reaching up to grip the hand that clung to his tunic as panic set in. Yes, yes, okay, you’ve made yourself very clear.

Ray pushed him back before turning to face Virmont, who flinched, thinking he was going to get smacked as well. Ray did not touch him. He instead looked furious and disappointed.

Ray I’m—

Do not speak, Ray said, then pointed away. Get to the boat!

Virmont did not move as fast as Ray wanted, so he raised his voice. Now! That got Virmont running.

Hawkti approached Ray as calmly as he could, sensing his anger steaming off him like blistering sun rays against his skin. Listen Ray, I— but the moment he said anything, Ray turned to face him with narrowed eyes, which intimidated Hawkti so he took a step back. I’m sorry. I told Virmont that I valued our friendship more than anything, so the things I said were not me being serious, I—

Ray held his hand up. I know why you say what you do, but my tolerance with you is running thin. I cannot keep addressing you as my friend if I keep hearing how bitter you are toward my brother. It stresses me out to know my friend, who I remained loyal to, is hating the person I’ve longed to be with for eleven years. Therefore, I tell you now Hawkti, that if this keeps up and you don’t resolve your hatred toward my brother, I don’t think I can continue to call you my friend.

Hawkti looked at him with widened eyes, but he said nothing as Ray turned to head back to the boat.

As Ray got to the boat, he saw Virmont sitting with his back to him. He pushed the boat with a powerful thrust into the water. This startled Virmont as Ray hopped in to pick up the oars, then as he rowed out into the middle of the ocean, it brought back the memory of when Virmont first met Ray.

Virmont felt disappointed in himself as he sat across from him, holding an ice block his Ahmainian made for him against the side of his face.

Ray noticed the ice and was fascinated knowing his Ahmainian would do that for him, but he narrowed his eyes at Virmont, who couldn’t tell if he was furious or impressed.

Ray slowed the boat to a drift before shipping the oars. There was a long, awkward pause.

What does your Ahmainian think of you, right now? Ray asked finally.

Virmont turned away.

Look at me, Virmont, Ray said, but as Virmont turned to face him, tears blurred his eyes as he pressed the ice harder against his cheek and right eye.

He swallowed, trying to keep from crying in front of Ray. My Water Ahmainian is unhappy with me.

I figured so, Ray said. The way you acted with Hawkti today is beyond words of disappointment. You really—

But he— Virmont said in a hurry, which got Ray to raise his voice.

Do not cut me off. You should not have engaged with him or continued what he started. You should have walked away regardless of what was going on. This kind of behavior will not be acceptable, especially with you, given your title here. You, out of all people, need to learn self-control!

Virmont did not care how he spoke or what volume he used as a tear slipped down his cheek. I didn’t ask to be here!

Ray took a deep breath to cool the heated moment. Though noticing the sudden change, it worried Virmont as he lowered the ice block from his face.

I’m sorry Ray. I’m sorry I’m not as bold, strong, and wise as you, but I am trying. All I wanted to do today was learn some skills and Hawkti offered to teach me, since you were busy these last several months doing what you needed to in order to keep this kingdom afloat. I didn’t know going off with him was going to end like this or I never would have left!

Ray took a deep breath before letting it out. His voice sounded calm as he spoke. All right, I hear you and you’re right. I have been busy trying to do my role as King. However, the point remains. I know you didn’t ask to be here anymore than I asked to be taken away from my brother, but what can we do? It is what it is, Virmont, whether you like it or not, and you need to learn when enough is enough and to walk away. Hawkti has a problem he knows he needs to work on, and seeing my brother is a constant reminder of that. Therefore, I do not care what he says about him, as long as he doesn’t put it to action.

But that’s the thing, I know nothing about his problem; he won’t tell me! Virmont said.

Ray put the oars back into the water as he looked at Virmont with a stern glare. He doesn’t have to. He is not the reason you are here. The prophecy is the reason you are here, and you mustn’t lose track of that by getting engaged in drama. Enough is enough. When you and I get back, I’ll take you to the infirmary to get looked at. Then perhaps you and I can start on some basic combat skills, since seeing how you and Hawkti were fighting was pathetic!

This made Virmont laugh. To hear that kind of comment, or rather statement, was the fuel he needed to take what he knew and advance it to a new level.

When Virmont was younger, he always had dreams of becoming a superhero and getting the girl in the end. He never thought it would actually come true. The only thing was, he was not getting a girl at the end. Instead he was getting honor from an entire kingdom, or kingdoms.

Just before they reached the shore, Virmont focused his eyes on the scar Ray had across his chest from when he battled the old King. He wanted to ask him a question that might get him a hard no, but he took the risk.

Ray.

Ray turned to look at him.

Will you be willing to train me the way you were at that camp?

Ray paused before finally speaking. Absolutely not! He yelled. There is no reason whatsoever, for you to go through what I did in order to learn what you need to know.

But it would speed the training process up and I would like to experience what you did that made you become so powerful! Virmont responded. I feel it would benefit me to at least try it, given the title I hold.

No! Ray snapped again. There is still so much you know nothing about. What happened at that camp was not the only reason I became this powerful. That place was just the foundation that awoke me to be what I am.

Then what was the reason? Virmont wondered. Because if I’m going to be going up against this Dark Energy, which could be ten times more powerful, then why wouldn’t it help to experience what you did?

Because power alone is not what’s going to defeat the Dark Energy!

But your legend says—

I know what the legends says! Ray snapped. But you already have the power needed to defeat the Dark Energy. We just need to awaken it somehow.

Okay, but do you not hear yourself? You just said that what happened at that camp was not the only reason that made you powerful, it was the foundation that awoke you to be what you are. So, what’s saying training me the same way won’t be the foundation to awaken the power within me?

Virmont’s question took Ray off guard. After a moment of silence, Ray spoke. The treatment you’re asking to endure is barbaric and goes beyond the normal guidelines of warrior training. It’s not a normal, let alone natural, way to train anyone.

Having Ahmainian powers was never something a mere human could possess, so what may be barbaric to normal warriors may not be for me, given that I control a power greater than anyone. That is why I am chosen, right?

Ray hesitated again. Your words speak volumes on a level I never would have considered. I do not know what to say, except, if I decide to start that kind of training with you, there will be no going back. It’s a type of training that once we start, we cannot stop. It will leave you with scars both mentally and physically.

I know, but the benefit of doing that would outweigh the cost. That means—

Ray interrupted. I know what you’re saying, he said. I just don’t know how I feel about putting you through that kind of pain!

Well, you had no problem shoving my arm up behind my back to cause me a lot of pain, so what’s a little more pain and maybe a few scars going to do?

There will be no relief. It will have you crawling on your hands and knees, Ray said.

Then so be it, Virmont replied.

Do you know what you’re agreeing to by saying that?

I think I do.

Ray paused for a moment to look deep into his eyes before responding. All right then, I’ll do it, but only on one condition. I do not want to hear that you fear me, for only during training should you fear me; not any time after.

Of course! Virmont replied.

Ray took in a deep breath before letting it out as he stroked the oars against the water. His breathing was heavy, for he was nervous about that kind of training, yet who could blame him? What he went through was hard enough, so to be applying that same treatment to someone else would make anyone feel uneasy.

Once they reached the shoreline of Vernum, they headed back towards the harbor where Ray had left his horse.

Chapter Three

A

t the harbor, Ray suddenly noticed a dark figure of a man standing behind an archway near the ships. He was watching as Ray helped Virmont up onto his horse’s back. Then, as Ray stopped to get a better look, the man took off and vanished.

Ray glanced around, sparking Virmont’s attention. He too had noticed the man but thought nothing of it until he suddenly vanished.

Who was that? he questioned, but Ray just shrugged.

Afterwards, Ray walked beside his horse, taking a shortcut through the Marketplace before heading for the academy. He wanted to check one more time to see if maybe he could catch someone who worked at the Ancient Relics by knocking. No one answered. This bothered him as he wanted to check the place out, but it seemed he would have to wait until it opened.

Virmont was curious to know more about the shop. It looked new, nothing like he had seen before.

Then again, a lot of things around Vernum were new. After the dragon attacked, all the shops in Vernum had been destroyed. Only some had been rebuilt. Luckily, the shop where he got his water stone was rebuilt—again—and so was the shop where he first got his weapons. The places that were not, had been owned by people who died in the attack or who left Vernum to escape the memories. As a result, it made room for fresh places such as this shop Ray wanted to visit.

Given the name of the shop, Virmont wondered if the owner was someone who had come for a new start, or someone who wanted to study the legends and sell Ancient Relics. The second thought sounded more like the answer as Virmont looked at the shop’s sign before looking back at Ray.

So, what is this place? he asked.

Ray was going to answer, but he was interrupted when a man dressed in shabby clothes came up to him with a delighted look and knelt before him.

Your Majesty! he said, looking up. My boy came to me and told me what you did for him, and I just wanted to say thank you. What you did meant a lot, therefore, I felt it was necessary to inform you I found means of work!

That is pleasing to hear, Ray said. Then, as the man hurried off, it intrigued Ray to notice it was at the very shop his son had stolen from.

Well isn’t that interesting! he muttered.

That’s when the shop owner turned to look at him and nodded as if he had accepted his defeat.

As they were leaving the Marketplace, Ray spotted that same dark figure of a man again. He had been following them, and right away Ray was concerned by his sinister appeal.

He wanted to approach him and ask for his business, but the man drew back the moment he saw Ray glaring at him and reaching for his sword. He vanished behind market buildings and was out of Ray’s sight.

This alarmed Virmont. Who is that, and why is he following us?

I don’t know, Ray replied, but if he’s looking for trouble, he will not get far. I’ll make sure of that!

At the academy, Virmont got in quickly to be seen. He was treated for his wounds, which were bruises and mild cuts and scrapes. Virmont grunted and moaned with acute discomfort, yet Ray did not show any level of sympathy.

Ray figured if he was going to train him the same way he had been trained at that camp, pain was going to be a regular part of it.

In Ray’s eyes, Virmont was a beginner. Despite what he experienced the year before, he knew nothing about winning a battle on his own, yet Ray knew never to doubt or question the Guardians who put creation into existence and brought him here. To doubt them would be like doubting his own ability to train him.

Nevertheless, Ray knew in order to bring Virmont up to the level he wanted him to be, he would have to separate personal affairs from professional matters. This meant he would have to put a limit on how often he spoke to him regarding his emotions, thoughts, and feelings. That would not be easy. Over the months of having Virmont around, Ray had grown fond of him and saw him like a son. With that said, the thought of torturing him was not an easy thought to process.

The medical warriors finished with Virmont as he stood up from the bed. When he looked up at Ray, who stood in front of him with a dull blank expression, he realized he was still not happy at the reason they had to be here. This left Virmont feeling worse, but when he began to speak, Ray slapped him across the face.

This stunned Virmont and the medical warriors looked bewildered.

Your Majesty! they reproved.

Ray turned to leave and without looking back, he shouted, Let’s go Virmont!

Without hesitating, Virmont hurried along.

Outside, Ray made him walk instead of riding his horse.

Once at the castle, after handing his horse off to one of his groundkeepers, Ray learned from his guardsmen about a few mishaps involving his brother Anthony. According to them, he was mishandling financial issues in the Marketplace. This created an uproar over how he was distributing the funds needed to pay back for stolen merchandise. It had got to the point where they refused to deal with him until the rightful King returned.

Ray was pleased with Anthony for trying, but he had to take over in order to fix what happened before it spiraled out of control.

This caused Anthony to feel insecure, which made him question if he should be the one to throw that party for Virmont. He doubted his ability to be in charge of anything, but all that was nothing when he saw how beaten up Virmont looked after returning from Hawkti’s island.

Anthony’s eyes widened as he ran to him, shouting, What happened to you?

Virmont looked ashamed. I kind of… well… got into a fight with Hawkti!

Kind of? You look as if you got your rear end handed to you! exclaimed Anthony.

Virmont sighed.

Great Mother of Guardians V, why? Why would you get into a fight with that man? You look awful now! Anthony went on.

Virmont turned away. I’m sorry!

Anthony pushed on. Sorry isn’t going to heal you from all of this, look at you! he said before letting out a whimper of defeat. Great Mother, this day just can’t get any worse, can it?

At that point, Ray came over to cool the situation as he put his arm around Anthony.

Brother, it’s going to be okay, you just need to calm yourself, he said, but Anthony was not in the mindset to listen.

How can you say that after seeing what happened? he asked. Look at him!

Virmont turned to walk away.

Why didn’t you step in to stop it? Anthony continued.

I did, but by that time the damage was already done. Ray said before looking to see where Virmont was going.

But his party is in four days! How is he supposed to attend looking like that? Anthony said.

It’s going to be okay, Anthony. Besides, what he did was out of my control, Ray said. The only thing I can do now is keep him away from the castle.

Anthony grumbled. That’s all I want you to do, but don’t go too far away. I may need you again in case the marketers get all worked up!

Ray pulled him into a hug and spoke with a soft voice. Stop! You did well handling what you could with the limited resources you had. I am proud of you, so don’t let it get to you!

Anthony sighed with defeat as he soaked into his hug. All right; fine. But after Ray released him and left to go after Virmont, a burden suddenly fell upon him. It was at that moment he began to feel envious of his brother.

Why could it not have been me? Why couldn’t I be the one taken away? he thought. Or better yet, why couldn’t we have both been taken? That way I would have had a chance at being powerful and strong, and somebody important too.

As these thoughts went through Anthony’s head, his mind was not the only one to know it.

A guard standing close by heard his thoughts and came over to him.

Your Highness, why are you thinking such thoughts? he asked.

Startled, Anthony spun around in shock. How did you know what I was thinking?

I’m psychic, the guard said before bowing slightly before him. Now, if you don’t mind me asking, why do you envy your brother? You should be full of joy knowing he loves you.

I— I’m not— Anthony stuttered. Okay, maybe I do envy him just slightly.

Slightly, Your Highness? the guard asked. You were just wishing to be as important as him, as strong as him, and as powerful as him. But you’re lacking the remembrance of how he got all of that and the reason behind why he did. And yet you’re saying, ‘slightly’? He is the way he is, not because he wanted to be, but because he needed to be in order to make it back to you. Therefore, his power means nothing to him compared to the love he has for you.

Anthony froze. I’m sorry! Please, will you not tell this to him? I do not need him knowing any of this!

I will not tell him anything, Your Highness, the guard assured, because that is something you will need to do.

I will not, Anthony replied. I’ll just deal with these feelings on my own. I do not want to burden him.

You would not be burdening him at all, Your Highness, the guard said. Ray cares about you and the wellbeing of this kingdom, or he would not have taken over as our new King or taken your place back when our old King arrested you. Even before you knew who he was, Ray sacrificed himself for you, not for power or for strength, but for you. I was there when it happened and when he told Prince Vycen it was because he loved you. So in all due respect, Your Highness, would it kill you to do the same?

Anthony’s heart sank into his stomach as he struggled to speak. As the guard turned to leave, he stopped him by shouting, Wait! What is your name?

My name is Mason Press, the guard responded.

Mason, tell me, how much more do you know about what happened to him that day he took my place? Anthony asked.

All I know was after he told Prince Vycen he loved you, I and two other guards had to force the whip out of his hands after he took it too far, Mason responded.

Anthony gasped in shock. What? So are you telling me it was Prince Vycen who whipped him raw?

Did you not know that?

Oh, I knew he was whipped, but I did not know it was Vycen who did it! Anthony replied. Ray never told me that!

Forgive me Your Highness. I didn’t know Ray did not tell you, but if it means anything to you, your brother was more than able to recover from what happened, Mason said.

Anthony was angry now. That’s only because I had to help heal him! Yet, after all this time he never once told me Vycen was the reason his back got shredded!

Perhaps there was a reason he didn’t tell you.

And what is that supposed to mean?

Think about it. You had a lot of deep feelings for the Prince Vycen took away from you, so perhaps Ray wanted to spare you from developing bitter feelings toward him after what he did.

So, are you saying Ray doesn’t trust me anymore?

I don’t think saying ‘anymore’ would be the proper word to describe the reason, but I think comfort plays a role in it. He may not feel comfortable telling you certain things for a variety of reasons, Mason replied, but now it seemed there was nothing he could say that would change Anthony’s mood.

Well, I guess I’ll never truly know any of that, since I’m not someone he can talk to. Anthony turned away. I guess that’s it. Thank you for telling me what I never knew.

Mason watched him go. Then he went to find Ray.

Chapter Four

W

hen Ray left to go after Virmont, it didn’t take him long to find his location, given he was outside by the large water fountain in the middle of the courtyard. Virmont was standing there looking down at his reflection until Ray came into view. Startled, Virmont spun around as Ray walked over to sit next to him, while turning to peer into the water at their reflections.

Look into the water, Ray said. What do you see?

Myself.

That’s right, only how do you look?

Ray, please I—

Ray interrupted and got blunt.

Answer the question! he said. How do you look?

Like I just got beaten up.

Right, which means there is a lesson here. Ray looked back down at the water. When you look at yourself, it reflects who you are on the outside, but as water reflects the face, so does one’s life reflect the heart.

Virmont said nothing as he turned to face him.

How you live your life will speak greater volumes than how you speak of it, thus if you want me to believe anything you have to say or apologize for, you will need to prove it by showing me through your actions. You are a warrior now Virmont; it’s time you acted like one.

Virmont grumbled. Yeah, and how do you suppose I do that?

By learning when to pick your battles! Ray replied.

Okay, sure. You say that as if I should know what that means! I’m sure it wasn’t immediate for you to learn the knowledge you have!

You’re right, it wasn’t. Therefore, when I sought guidance from my elders, I did not question their wisdom, argue, or raise an attitude! Ray said.

Virmont frowned. All right, I’m sorry! Then teach me everything you know! I want to learn.

As you’re going to discover, not all things are teachable. Sometimes the biggest skills you obtain are the ones you achieve on your own. That said, I cannot teach you how to pick your battles. What is relevant to you may not be relevant to me, so all I can do is to set a starting point. Ray said. From here on out, if something happens that has nothing to do with your training, the prophecy, or how you should grow as a warrior, then you should just turn the other way and not engage. I am in charge of your training now, so if someone is talking badly or is threatening my brother, or anyone else, then you come to me and let me deal with it. Not you, do you understand?

Yes! So let’s get started! Virmont replied. You said you would teach me to fight when we got back!

Ray took off his cloak to fold up on the edge of the fountain. He turned to see Virmont holding up his fists and bouncing back and forth on his toes.

What are you doing? Stop! he said. If you think going into a real combat bouncing around like that is going to be effective, you’re wrong and you will lose.

Virmont stopped and lowered his arms, feeling stupid. How would that cause me to lose?

By being too predictable.

But warriors I’ve seen—

I am your teacher now, Ray interrupted. "I will not teach you to be like most warriors. Remember, the way they trained me at that camp went beyond normality. When you bounce around like that, it makes it obvious you’re about to fight. You need to not do that."

What should I do, then? Virmont asked.

Nothing, Ray said. You will do nothing.

Hearing that shocked Virmont.

Ray continued. The best move you can do is to make it appear as if you’re not going to fight. So when they make the first strike, they won’t see it coming when you dodge them and make a counterattack. So go on, try to fight me and don’t worry about hurting me, I’m—

Before Ray could finish, Virmont took his shot to punch him, but to his surprise, Ray counteracted him.

Virmont was soon pinned into a chokehold, while the arm he tried to punch with ended up behind his back.

After that, Ray leaned in and finished what he was going to say in a low whisper. —not afraid of a little pain!

Virmont’s face was turning red as his eyes began to water. He grunted with pain.

Ray released him and took a step back as Virmont fell forward before turning to face him in shock.

He had nothing to say as he watched Ray turn and walk away from the fountain.

Come, let me show you some basic fighting moves, Ray said looking back over his shoulder.

Once they were out in the open area of the courtyard, Ray began showing Virmont basic punching moves, where and how to place his feet when about to strike, and some kick moves.

Virmont did quite well. He even knew how to dodge some attacks, even though his timing was off, which explained why Hawkti did some damage to him. Virmont was good, but Hawkti was better, which made Virmont get impatient. He wanted to learn everything, and he wanted to learn it now.

That irritated Ray as he stopped the teaching. You need to slow down! You cannot rush this! When we finally get into the thick of your training, you are going to wish you had taken your time back when you should have. Trust me, you will regret it.

Virmont raised his voice. But I’m getting sick and tired of going over and over the same blasted thing. Let’s just move on. I’m a quick learner!

As quick as you are to learn, you will also be quick to fail! Ray said.

Virmont snapped back, I don’t believe that. I’m sure whatever you dish out I’d be ready to— but before he could finish, Ray attacked him full-on and knocked him to the ground before dragging him and throwing him into a wall that surrounded the courtyard.

After that, as Ray pressed his arm up against his neck to pin him there, while holding both his arms up over his head, Virmont’s eyes widened with fear. Ray’s grip was tight against his wrists and the arm pressed into his neck made it hard for him to swallow and breathe.

Ray’s eyes narrowed with anger, yet Virmont saw a gentle love peering through that made him appear as if he never wanted to take it this far. Ray released him as he dropped to the ground on his knees to cough.

You are extremely cocky; I cannot train you like this! Ray said. I regret ever agreeing to teach you, for it is clear to see you are not ready! He headed over to the fountain to get his cloak before going back into the castle.

Virmont lowered his head in shame then got up to dash out of the courtyard and into the woods behind it. It wasn’t until he came across the pond where Ray first opened up about his past, did he start to feel a heavy sadness. As he walked over to it, recalling all the horrific things that happened to Ray, he noticed the pond had dried up. He dropped to his knees, feeling like a failure in every way.

He doubted the Guardians’ choice. He was not who they thought he was.

As his doubts grew, his bubble came out of his stone to bounce on his head, trying to encourage him. Virmont swatted the bubble away, before taking off his water stone necklace and throwing it as far as he could as he screamed out in rage, I am not these worlds’ hero! I’m no one’s hero!

He dropped to the ground and cried.

The bubble came back to hover close to his face as he pressed his forehead into the dirt. Realizing it wasn’t going anywhere even after what he did, Virmont started to feel awful for smacking it away.

He lifted his head to look at it.

I’m sorry, he said as he reached up to wipe his nose and eyes. I didn’t mean to knock you away!

The bubble dashed off and he thought it was leaving him. To his surprise it came back bringing with it his stone inside of its watery mass. Virmont held out his hand to catch it when it dropped.

Virmont looked at it for a bit before clenching it tightly in his hand. Forgive me! I didn’t know what I was doing! I just don’t feel like the right one for this job. Ray should have been the chosen one instead, not me. He’s physically fit, mentally prepared, wise, strong, and powerful. He’s everything I’m not, and probably never will be, he said as he looked up at the bubble. Sure, I’ve got this power everyone speaks of, but isn’t that power just you?

That’s when he felt his bubble speaking to him, as if the feeling were words and not a sensation, which took him by surprise.

No, it is not. It is something you have to learn to unleash.

What do you mean? Unleash what? Virmont asked. Are you saying this power is something different from Tyren Energy? If so, how do I access it?

It’s something you must feel in order to access.

Virmont put his stone back around his neck as he adjusted his posture to sit back on his heels. What must I feel?

The bubble did not respond.

Are you not able to tell me?

It is not a simple thing to explain, but you will know when it happens.

Then why was I given this power? Why couldn’t someone else get it, like Ray, or even you? You’re an Ahmainian, so why can’t you defeat the Dark Energy? Virmont asked.

The Great Mother specially formulated you to take out the Dark Energy. You have a power that no other Ahmainian has and only you are able to unleash it, for the blood you carry is not normal human blood.

Virmont’s eyes widened. Say what? Hold up, are you saying I’m not even human?

You are human simply because your parents are human, but when your mother cried out after her miscarriage, our Great Mother took notice and created you to bless her so she could conceive you as her son and as our prophecy’s predicted hero.

Virmont felt numb. So you knew of my mom’s miscarriage?

We all did.

Virmont was shocked for he knew his mother had lost a child before him, but he assumed sometimes those things just happen. The news that the Great Mother created him to bless his mother and the fact all the guardians knew about it, blew his mind, and it didn’t stop there.

Before our Great Mother created you to be conceived in your mother’s womb, she had everything planned out the moment the Ahmainian of souls was corrupted. Each rising and falling event, wars won and lost, tears shed for happiness and grief, and lives lost or united—it was all delicately planned out in order to pave the way for your arrival in this world. And the one destined to find you after you arrived was none other than your friend, Anthony.

Virmont’s jaw dropped. You’re kidding me? So Anthony was basically a piece to this prophecy?

The bubble bounced around now as Virmont followed it with his head, then got excited as he grinned. So I’m not alone in this? Then tell me, if Anthony was a piece in this, does that mean Ray was too?

The bubble stopped bouncing. Yes, but his role plays a much deeper part. Because of the quality of his love for his brother and for his people, a special power was given to Ray as a gift. Though he will not honor it as one yet, he will in due time. He is also the only one qualified to train you if he so chooses.

Virmont jumped up and shouted, I knew it! as he punched one arm into the sky. That’s why I asked him to train me! So tell me, if he doesn’t train me, what’s going to happen? Will I still have what it takes to defeat this Dark Energy? What if I fail? I know I defeated the dragon last year, but that was only because I had your help. When it finally comes time for defeating the Dark Energy, which doesn’t sound like a solid creature, what can a bubble do?

If you fail, history will repeat itself, the bubble said.

Virmont’s heart dropped, and his eyes got wide.

The bubble flew away from him now and out into the middle of the dried-up pond.

Moments later, the bubble began to grow until it took the form of a large, watery, transparent sea serpent. The water formation ruptured and splashed down into the dry pond, filling it up until it over flowed across the ground toward Virmont, who tried to back up, but got splashed anyway.

After that, Virmont stumbled backwards before