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Prologue

Where men and women are born, where there are creatures no ordinary human could see, where wizards cast spells and brew potions and draughts, where things that are unseen, are seen, is Rawl. Rawl, the almighty world of power, and bloodthirsty war. And with power, comes greed, and with war, comes death. The War of Flesh and Bone was when everyone thought all the wickedness from Rawl had vanished, but no, it never vanished. Mortith, the Lord of Shadows, was more commonly known as Death himself. Mortith had raised the Shadows, the creatures who were thought to have come  from the darkest part of Rawl. The only thing Shadows were afraid of was light. King Bormithion, the Hero of Heroes, was thought to have been the slayer of Mortith and his wretched army. King Bormithion is also the deceased grandfather of King Hiladril, who is ruler of the east. King Hiladril and King Bormithion got along famously, but King Hiladril has been deeply depressed after King Bormithion was assassinated, and after his wife, Queen Venul, died of disease. But King Hiladril’s spirits are always being lifted from his two sons, Prince Thrawl and Prince Giladril. In the west was a kingdom called Brandeel, ruled by Queen Seelabore. She mostly has nothing on her mind except defending her kingdom from Mortith’s dreaded reign. In the south is the city of Delthon. The city is populated by many, and is home to many of the strange creatures that roam Rawl. The ruler of Delthon is no other than the powerful but generous King Retheniel. His daughter, Princess Porphin, is just like her father, powerful but generous. In the north is the Plain of Snow and Ice. Sorcerers are rare in Rawl. But back before the War of Flesh and Bone there were vast populations of sorcerers, wizards, mages, and warlocks. Female casters are extremely rare and are known for their hypnotizing beauty. Sorcerer Hornfrost is the guardian of the Plain of Ice and Snow, and he is not the one to argue with. Sorcerer Hornfrost is impossible to beat when it comes to arguments, and sometimes chess. But Shadows, oh no,...

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Chapter 1: The Council of the Wise and Noble

It was about eight o’clock at night in the castle of Haronas, all the lords and ladies had joined at a feast in the Hall of Thrones where King Hiladril and his sons, Prince Thrawl and Prince Giladril, had completed all the arrangements required at the table. There was an appetizer of boar ribs, an entreé of grilled pork, side of grapes, tomatoes, and corn on a cob. Their dessert, vanilla cake, topped with raspberries. It all looked very appetizing, yes indeed it was, Thrawl’s and Giladril’s mouths were almost forming waterfalls in their mouths from the smell and look of the food. At the end of the table was Hiladril’s chair. It was made of the finest oak in the kingdom, and had the most magnificent carving on it of forests and mountains. The rest of the chairs were made of ash or fir. They were very pretty to a regular person, but in the sight of a royal, it would be in the class, “minor seating.” Lord Altulith and Lady Grendel had already arrived and were helping themselves to the beer and ale. Later on, Knight Felendil arrived with Lord Cenrol, they were able to sneak a few sweets into their pockets. Lady Elthin came with Lord Xorin. And then King Retheniel arrived with Queen Seelabor. There were ten more guests who arrived with gifts and barrels of wine, Lady Utheo was able to sneak in a knife, she was always a bit paranoid of her surroundings. It was now nine o’clock at night and all the guests had arrived, but to be more specific, the entire Council of the Wise and Noble. This particular council was formed ever since King Hiladril had taken the role from his father, and the council hasdown from generation to generation to the kings, queens, lords, ladies, and knights. “Servant Belith, please fetch us another barrel of ale, we might be here for quite some time.” ordered King Hiladril in his mellow voice, “Yes your majesty.” said Servant Belith in his squeaky voice that made the family dog cringe. Belith soon returned with a big barrel full of ale, and when...

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Chapter 2: A Still and Quiet Night

Lord Billium had eventually opened the barrel of ale and was drinking it right from the barrel, many of the women were disgusted. The council was getting into the vanilla cake, and everyone suspected that Lord Esurientil had gobbled down all the raspberries on top of the cake. All of the men had pints filled with beer and mead and were discussing how A Cup of Mead, the downtown tavern, was usually in very bad shape, but now it looks as good as new with people filing in. Hiladril went out on the front porch to get some fresh air from breathing the smell of wine and the fire from roasting a pig. It was a very still and quiet night with only the sound of crickets and frogs in the forest. Lord Cenrol decided to join him, “I’m sorry I embarrassed you earlier your majesty, it was very unlike me to upset a king.” said Cenrol, “Oh it’s quite all right really, I wasn’t really thinking about the Shadows but instead about the preparations for the battle.” said Hiladril. “Are you confident we’ll be able to defeat the Shadows and the Tenibrismen at the same time?” asked Cenrol. “Well, you can’t be too confident can you. But I really do think we’ll win since have three powerful armies at our call. But if you’re too confident you might not even try and you’ll end up failing, or dying in this case.” said Hiladril. “That’s a fair point.” said Cenrol, “But what if we’re expecting the Shadows and the Tenibrismen at the wrong date, I mean, they could come at any time and ambush us with their most deadly weapons.” said Cenrol with fear in his eyes. “Our forces are strong and we’ll be prepared for whatever happens, I promise.” said Hiladril. Cenrol gave him a small smile and looked more reassured. Cenrol and Hiladril gazed at the stars and the moon with awe. The sky had never looked more clear and beautiful, “Isn’t it odd how it just goes on forever?” asked Hiladril, “Yes, it is quite.” said Cenrol. Cenrol decided to go back inside and join in...

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Chapter 3: The Hall of Thrones

Hiladril woke up with a terrible headache thinking about Giladril and Princess Porphin. But this was no time for romance, it was time to prepare for the battle. It was eight o’clock in the morning and the doves were hooting in a very proud mood. Hiladril had Belith heat some water and make a warm bath for him, then he put on a pair of  brown pants, a red shirt, boots, and a brown belt. He went downstairs for a well prepared breakfast of eggs, bacon, and toast. “Have all the guests left?” asked Hiladril, “Indeed they have your majesty.” said Belith, “And I suggest you eat that up before it gets cold.” added Belith. Hiladril quickly ate up his breakfast, and went to get Thrawl and Giladril to plan the day out in the Hall of Thrones. He went to fetch Thrawl first. His room was decorated with swords and shields all around the walls that we had taken as trophies from battles or tournaments. Thrawl had a king-sized bed that was roughly made and had a few pieces of cotton coming out from one of the holes in his mattress. Thrawl had already gotten washed up and dressed, “Hello father, I didn’t hear you come in.” said Thrawl in a voice a bit lower than Giladril’s. “Oh, sorry, I just came to ask if you could come to the Hall of Thrones for just a bit so we can discuss what our plans are for the day.” said Hiladril. “Oh, yes I’ll be down in a minute, I just have to polish my sword.” said Thrawl, “You can do that later, now come on while the day is only just a baby.” said Hiladril with a tone of impatience in his voice. “All right, all right.” said Thrawl. And with that Thrawl and Hiladril just walked a little ways down the giant hall to Giladril’s room. Hiladril went up to Giladril’s room, and this time he knocked. Giladril’s room wasn’t as decorated as Thrawl’s, for Giladril liked more space. Giladril had the same kind of bed that Thrawl had and was made the same way. With all...

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Chapter 4: An Encounter With A Guardian and More

“Your horse is prepared your majesty,” said Belith, “will there be anything else, m’lord?” Hiladril wasn’t exactly listening, he was utterly hypnotized by the thought of his passed wife, and with no son in sight to comfort him. “Huh… oh yes Belith, uh, that will be all.” said Hiladril. Belith bowed as he left into the castle. “Knight Felindil, Knight Rendirum, Knight Maelin, Knight Carindeer, Knight Hendilin, onward to Animalam (one of the cities of the Tenibrismen) !” yelled Hiladril in a triumphant voice. The five knights cheered with victory in their hearts. And all six of them rode off on their white, brown, black, and beige through the gate of Haronas. The five knights and Hiladril rode slowly through the forest, Immanivam, guarded by the mighty beast, Farothyn. “My lord,” called Knight Felindil, “you do know that we will run into The Creature don’t you?” Hiladril laughed, “My dear friend Felindil,” said Hiladril, “Farothyn and I made a deal about three years ago. Usually he kills someone who disturbs the forest, for instance, cutting down a tree, hunting animals that dwell in the forest, or throwing a rock into a hornets’ nest, but when I last encountered Farothyn, I quickly interrupted him before he could say anymore about entering his domain. I said, ‘”Farothyn, why are you ever so caring about your forest, well I don’t mean that there’s anything wrong with that, but I’ve come to ask you not to kill my men.'” “Farothyn looked surprised at this, and said in a both human-like and bear-like voice that was too unique to not recognize, “‘Than what do you suppose I do when men and other despicable creatures enter my forest of life and death?'” I was prepared for this question so I answered quite quickly, ‘You could could ask riddles, but if they answer wrong, than I guess you could kill them, but at least give them a chance.'” Farothyn thought about this, but he didn’t agree, Farothyn was being extremely stubborn, he thought humans and the other living things that didn’t know the importance of the forest needed to be treated a lesson, so I had to...

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Chapter 5: Waking Up

Hiladril woke up with a start. “Hey, you go back to sleep you lousy worm!” said a rough voice. Hiladril was on a bed that felt like rock, and he was nearly naked, and most of his items had been taken. “Oh this is beautiful this,” said another rough voice, “This sword is absolutely beautiful and it’s all mine.” “Hey!” said the rough voice that Hiladril had heard before, “I had my hands on that first!” “Oh did you?” said the other rough voice “Yes I did!” “No! It’s mine now, you can keep that small bag of gold.” “I don’t care for gold, I want that sword! Give it here!” Hiladril heard punching and kicking and finally the sound of someone falling out of a window from quite a high place. “Now it’s mine.” said the second rough voice. Hiladril caught a glimpse of a knife in a corner he could maybe just reach it. Hiladril scooted to the corner very slowly so the mystery person wouldn’t here him. Hiladril reached out his hand, but then he realized that his hands were bond. So Hiladril reached with both his hands and tried to grab with his two palms. He got it! But now he had to cut his ropes. Hiladril put the knife backwards in his hand and started to slowly cut the ropes. Unfortunately, when he finished cutting the rope, there was a snap that came from it, and the mystery person heard it loud and clear. He turned around and saw what Hiladril was doing. The mystery person was a Tenibrisman and he was ready for a fight. He charged with a, “YAAAAHHH!” and was planning to fight with Gladimus. Luckily Hiladril still had the knife, and when the Tenibrisman was close enough, he stabbed him right in the chest. His expression in his eyes were very surprised, and he dropped dead to the floor. Hiladril cut the ropes that bond his feet and dressed up again and reclaimed Gladimus. Hiladril unlocked the door with the Tenibrisman’s key. He snuck down the stone stairs, on his way he had to deal with a few more Tenibrismen, but the...

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Chapter 6: The Battle of Delthon

It was now ten o’clock pm, and two mornings and two nights have passed after the Council of the Wise and Noble had arrived in Haronas. “Come Fulguran, we’re nearly there.” said Hiladril, he named the horse he took from Tenabron, Fulguran. Fulguran wined, “I guess we could stop for a short break.” said Hiladril, “But right when our break is over, we get running, alright.” Fulguran wined again. They stopped in a grassland and Hiladril gave Fulguran some water from a nearby stream. Hiladril hadn’t had food for hours and hours, he was so terribly hungry, but his thought of the possibility that the Shadows and Tenibrismen had already begun to attack Haronas, it was just too much for him to focus on food. “I think we should start moving along again.” said Hiladril, “I can’t stand the thought of Haronas being lost, but then again, I can’t stand the thought of Delthon being lost either.” Hiladril was yet again in a tight spot. Hiladril started thinking he should go to the south to save Delthon from vanquish. It took him a while to decide, but he finally decided it would have to be Delthon. For if he did not come for Delthon, King Retheniel would never forgive the kingdom of Haronas. Hiladril got on Fulguran and rode to the south. An hour had passed, Hilaril and Fulguran stopped a few times on their journey to Delthon. When Hiladril finally got there, his eyes opened wide in sadness and grief. Delthon was being attacked and was in flames. “Run Fulguran, Delthon needs us more than Haronas. Hiladril rode toward the beacon of flame, and when he finally got to the gate, the watchman called, “OPEN THE GATES!” The gates opened like a welcoming doorway, but what Hiladril saw inside was something he wished he would forget in the future. Hundreds of men lay dead on the ground with blood dribbling down their foreheads or chests. Hiladril rode into Delthon with fury and sadness in his heart. Hundreds of Tenibrismen marched up the hill to the castle. Hiladril rode in with no planning. He stabbed and sliced the Tenibrismen as he...

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Chapter 7: The Return

  Back in Haronas: A few hours had passed since The Battle of Delthon and led into the next day. There were only a few hours left until the army of Shadows and Tenibrismen arrived. All the townspeople were panicking, and Thrawl and General Gallimore were trying to lead them to the castle while Giladril comforted everyone who was already in the castle. “Prince Thrawl!” called General Gallimore, “We must go faster if we hope to get everyone into the castle before the Shadows and Tenibrismen come!” Thrawl looked beyond the gate of Haronas. He saw a giant row of light toward the west…twas the Shadows and Tenibrismen’s torches, or just the Tenibrismen’s torches for Shadows hated light, so they had two separate groups of Shadows and Tenibrismen. The Shadows were as ugly as ever. They were rotting like a corpse should, except actually walking and talking. Their eyes were replaced with hollow holes in which you would be able to see the back of their skull. They were covered in cobwebs and muck with worms and spiders crawling in and out of their bodies. Their clothes were seriously torn, and they looked like they’d been worn on the same body for more than one hundred years. The only part of the Shadows that didn’t disgust the Haronasimen and Brandeelthian was the Shadows’ weapons, but even though they didn’t look revolting, they looked extremely frightening. Their blades of the swords were black iron, were sharpened to the sharpest point, and had an engraving to not remember. The engraving was, ‘May I swing as fast as day. May I slash as swift as wind. May I stab as quick as death.’ The hilt of the sword was made of rotting bones with small pieces of flesh still on them. The axes had the same description of the swords, except the top of the ax had a skull placed on it. The bows were made from a cormultun tree. That kind of tree grows only in the Midnight Forest. The wood was as black as a blackbird’s feathers, and the engraving on the bows was the same as the swords. The...

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Chapter 8: The Battle of the Sun, the Willow Tree, and the Blackbird

Everyone’s eyes stared in amazement and dread. Mortith had risen from the dead! Mortith was wearing black armor that looked like it could impale even a man with dragon scale armor. His face was completely covered by his black and terrifying helm. “This is the War of Flesh and Bone all over again!” cried Queen Seelabor, “Prince Thrawl, what are your orders?” Thrawl wasastonished and mortified, but he made his decision, “Men, stand your ground, for if we die, we’ll die with dignity!” yelled Thrawl. The Tenibrismen and the Shadows began their devious chant again. Thrawl and Giladril were both terribly frightened that Mortith had risen, but what would they do if they surrendered? Just lay around and be ruled by Mortith for eternity, no, instead they would fight for the people of Haronas and the world of Rawl. They would be honored throughout the rest of their days for their bravery, for they stood strong in battle and fought the forces of Mortith, for if they didn’t, they would not forgive themselves for being such cowards at the brink of the end of Haronas and perhaps Rawl. Mortith then spoke in his deep raspy voice, “Haronas, surrender now, or face the consequences of death and imprisonment!” Thrawl then replied back in a very mighty voice, “We shall not surrender to the hands of such filth like you! For we stand strong, and we shall protect our honor and dignity for you have none, and I speak directly to Mortith, the Slayer of Man! Why do these men bow to you when you have no honor amongst these men and women?!” Thrawl gestured all around him, “Why do your men give you offerings of their most prized possessions when you give them nothing in return except hatred and despair when you have all the glory amongst them?!” Mortith was infuriated by these words, so were the Tenibrismen, “And Shadows, you only created them to fight for you, they don’t get any comforting or glory, for they are heroes in your world if you even have one! They are distant spirits of men who have fought for their families and...

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Chapter 9: A Narrow Escape

It was now six o’clock in the morning and rays of sunshine were starting to gush from the horizon. Hiladril and the Delthonian men saved the four knights from Sunguarin, and had barely escaped with their lives. Many of the Shadows were chasing after them on Emissardium. Emissardium are horses but they have dark hearts, evil spirits, flaming eyes, and fur and mane as black as coal. “Come,” yelled Hiladril on Fulguran, “we must hurry if we want to get to Haronas in time and avoid the people of Delthon being ripped to shreds from those Emissardium riders! Come fair folk of Delthon, hurry, come on, we don’t have that much time!” Everyone started sprinting for their lives. The four knights, Knight Rendirum, Knight Maelin, Knight Carindeer, Knight Hendilin, and King Retheniel rode by Hiladril’s side, “My lord,” called Knight Carindeer on his brown horse, “Shoot the Emissardee with your bow!” Hiladril had almost forgotten he had that bow. He grabbed it from the sling he had around his back. He pulled out an arrow, pulled the string back to his cheek and… fired! He shot an Emissardee in the shoulder and it collapsed with it’s rider. Hiladril pulled the string back to his cheek and fired again. This time the arrow’s target was the rider of one of the Emissardium. The arrow went straight through the rider since the arrow was not a flaming arrow, and the rider was a Shadow. Hiladril had ten arrows left, and there were about one hundred Emissardium riders that still rode toward the Delthonian, and the blacksmiths and cobblers and maids that had not committed a crime in their lives. “Knight Hendilin and Knight Maelin,” called Hiladril, “keep the people moving towards Haronas! Retheniel, Knight Carindeer, the Delthonian, Knight Rendirum and I will fight them off! Now go!” Knight Hendilin and Knight Maelin nodded and called their good lucks and good-byes. “Delthonian,” yelled Hiladril, “come, we’ll distract them while the others move on!” They all turned on their stallions to the charging hoard of Emissardium riders. The Shadow who led the rest of the Emissardium riders rode on a Emissardee that was...

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Chapter 10: The Vision

The sun was now completely above the Hills of Helsee, the Shadows would have to return to their dreaded city to rot in their filth until the sun sets, eventually bringing another day. Even though they were safe in the village of Pericliram, the people of both Haronas and Delthon feared the fate of the great city beyond the mountains that lay before them. Without anybody noticing, an old hag with brown rags as her only clothes dragged Hiladril away. He tried pushing away from the woman, but he felt a feeling of an unusual feeling course through his veins. She dragged him into an old hut that smelled of dead animals and rotting flesh. The hag finally let go of Hiladril and sat him down on a dirty stool. “Who are you, why did you bring me here?!” yelled Hiladril. The hag put her thumb and index finger together and slid he moldy hand sideways. Hiladril all of the sudden couldn’t talk and the hag sat there on her own stool with face completely expressionless. Hiladril began to hear and see things in his mind. “My name is Vidensia.” said the hag in a scraggly voice, “I may show you things that may please you and bring you joy or I may show you things that will infest your heart, bringing you forth a life of desire and anguish. May the gods of foreshadowing bestow upon you the light of happiness.” Hiladril saw a black swirl of smoke and images appeared. Haronas in flames, Giladril had been captured and imprisoned, Mortith walked down the Hall of Thrones with Tenibrismen trailing behind him. But what Hiladril saw was nothing compared to the sight of Thrawl walking right beside Mortith. His gray eyes had turned cold and cruel, his black hair had streaks of grey in them, his usual hazel colored skin had turned pale, and his face was sulken and serious. “My lord Mortith,” said Thrawl in a monotone voice. “Or should I say, King of Haronas.” “Haronas is no more.” said Mortith. “Instead there will be a new city, a city that shall always feared by the entire...

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