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Fargor walked into the tent as his one eye looked over to the witch that was standing by a small cauldron. Her young pretty face was framed by a red collection of hair. Years of using magic was barely apparent on her, but a trained eye could see that something was wrong about her beauty, that her eyes did not speak of the same kindness that her pale freckled skin and red hair did. “Did you send the men to the area I told that he would be.” Asked the witch as Fargor nodded.
“Aye. I sent them there.” Fargor said as the red head turned to him and looked at the warlord with sparkling blues eyes.
“And did you warn them of the power that is Walendthis Cartar.” The witch asked as the warlord grinned.
“They are not children,Enid.” Fargor said as he grinned largely. “I told them that Cartar was a great warrior and to take care when finish him, but their are 30 of them to his one.” Fargor said as Enid shooked her head.
“Then they will die.”

Walendthis pushed himself further as he felt his body shiver from the pain of the wound. Holding the sword close to him the young knight grey eyes looked up as he felt the blood trickle down his chin. ‘I am bleeding from my mouth...’ Walendthis thought to himself as he silently remember what that would mean. The warrior was suffering form internal bleeding, and with that he would get weaker and may die. The heavy footsteps could be heard as Walendthis kneeled against a tree. Walendthis eyes flutter as he slowly downcast them to the brown dirt covered ground. A heavy metal covered boot was what Walendthis saw when he opened his eyes back up as he heard a soft chuckle. “You gave quite a fight Cartar.” The large man said as Walendthis looked up at the unshaven face that had turn into a grin. “Fargor was right you are an amazing warrior, but like any man you have you breaking point.” The warrior said as he pulled up his curved blade. “Out of respect, I make this quick.” The bandit warrior said as he swung the sword down. At that moment Walendthis leaped forward and slammed a small blade deep into the bandits chest. Blood spurted out of the man mouth as he hit the ground with the dagger sticking out of the lifeless body. The five others attacked as Walendthis rolled away from a sword flashed. In a blazing move Walendthis flipped off his traveling cloak as it hit one of the man in the face. Bringing up his field ax around as he caught two of the bandits in an large slash. With both of them down their was only two more left. The man threw off the cloak as he roared loudly and attacked with as much force as he could muster.The field ax came into the head of the man. Blood spurted out as Walendthis kicked at the other man. With all his might he hit into the man’s side as he hit the ground. Walendthis looked around at the dead bodies as he dropped the field ax from his hands. Walking a few feet away, Walendthis made it only a few feet before he fell to the ground. The grey eyes flutter open for only a mere moment as he tried to muster the strength to move. The eyes of the Wandering knight closed as he felt the tiredness take over his body.


David of Aramathia

The young leader of the Black riders, grandson of Richard Battleax and chosen successor to the thrown of Lut Golen walked though the bloody fog covered battle field. Whips of smoke mix with the unnatural heavy fog. The mans light brown eyes were mix with emotion as he spotted a woman of blond hair holding something. Walking over to her David touch the soft white porcelain skin as the girl turned around to behold the dead solider in her hand. It was none other then that of David himself. Throat sliced open to show the torn flesh and muscle, dried blood covered it as David fell to the ground. Hands reach up as they grip the young ruler pulling him to the ground.

David woke up in a start as he sat up in the beautiful heavy bed as the sunlight fluttered in. Since the battle that had ended Arklax life, David had started to have nightmares. To him it was something of an unordinary predetermine. David could only guess it had to do with the fact he had been riding nearly everyday, and for the last month had little or no sleep. DurPurin armies were laid top rest, and Hasburg troops have gone back to their northern kingdom. In truth the war was in the end was very excellent on Lut Golen standards. They got more land, increase their treasury and finely destroyed their rivals in land warfare. Getting up David went to get dressed as he prepared for his first real court appearance. So far he had found everything, from making up myths about his pray schedule to lying about Lut Golen customs. It had dawn on the court that he was avoiding them. Richard Battleax sent and order, and now the young warrior prince had little chose but brave the hungry wolves know as society.

David walked out of the bed chamber as he headed into the court room. The trumpet announce the future king arrival as the court bowed to him. Walking though the crowd the young warrior prince dark brown eyes caught someone else.