True Return
By Alison Chiu
Chapter
1: Welcoming of the Storm
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storm was brewing on the edge of the coast,
and Kira could feel it in her veins.
Kira was thirteen, tall with grey eyes, the color of a storm. A cottage sat on the top of a cliff, overlooking
the threatening, and slowly changing stormy sea. The wind whipped the coast, snapping the thin
trees and churning the sea. The rocks
began to loosen out of the sand, wiggling and writhing like snakes. The wind howled, but Kira did not return inside
the cottage. Instead, she sat down, and watched the storm.
She sat
down on a rock, as the wind twirled and blew around her. The sky was a dark grey; streaks of a green
tinge lay in the unearthly water.
Slowly, the storm began to recede, taking back the grey, and returning
some sunlight, little at a time. The
wind had also begun to die down, but a whirlpool circled where the center of
the storm had once lain.
She looked
out into the distance. Observing the sea, and watching the horizon, as the sun
flared its mighty rays, and cast shadows upon the earth.
The
shadows, however, were different. They were black as night, and shaped into
people. Their eyes were red, and broad
black wings stretched out. Their claws
were curled into a ball. An old legend
once, described them as messengers of the death god, the Destroyer of the
World, or simply, Tyrgnats. They were
shape shifters, magicians, and immortals.
The legend told of a sword, as bright as the sun, and broad as a
beaver’s tail. The sword was called the
Esta no Renku, the Sword of Light. The
legend began when it was first forged, and so the story lives on in one
destined child.
Thousands of years of ago when the land
turned into terror, a sword was forged to punish them all. For three days and three nights, the world’s
greatest smiths worked on the sword.
The sword was forged from the heart of a volcano, the water of a stream, and the strongest metal from the land
beneath the earth. The blade, shaped was
a crescent moon, the color of the moon, glinting like the stars. The hilt, too, was a work of art, a shining
cross, brilliant like the sun. The sword
burned into the hearts of fire like as it chastised the evil.
After the sword was made, it had
cracked, and continued to do this. Each
time, it was fixed, and every time afterwards, the sword cracked again. Each wielder was left with burns on their
hands, for their soul was still not clean of the evil that ravaged within. Yet, there remained one clan, who solely
defied the course of evil; together they were called the Exzacyers, the
messengers of God.
The people were said to be five to six feet
tall, with their ancestral lines running back to the elves. The people were the greatest of their kind,
some becoming the greatest smiths, trackers, hunters, and riders in their
religion. Dragon riders, Phoenix riders,
these were the greatest title any person could receive. Then one year, one by one, each person became
corrupted, except one.
The family was said to posses the skills
of a tracker, hunter, rider, and spell-caster.
When the rest of the clan became corrupted, and went to war against each
other, the family went into hiding, traveling to a cove by the sea, but each
year, the number of children from each new adult grew less and less, until
there remained only one child, from the main
house. Soon the cove disappeared, and
the cove became a cottage. The people
still say that if you listen closely to the wind, you can hear the screams of
the people. There lies a rumor that one
remains, and they will be the one who will break through the days of the
shadows, and bring back the former glory of the Exzacyers.
Over
the years, the legend was told, and many tried to wield the sword, but none
could. Each time, the sword would burn
them, and torment them; finally, the sword remained untouched for
centuries. Kira knew that she was the
last of the great line, and staring bleakly at the land of blue, she ended her
gaze at the horizon. A giant bird
settled down, thumping the ground with its mighty claws. The bird was red as fire, its eyes intent
with intelligence. The bird’s head was
regal, a crown of feather’s at its cheekbone.
Am I seeing a real phoenix? Kira wondered with amazement, not able to
take her eyes of the regal bird.
My name is for you to know only, if you
swear to never once speak my name with out my permission. Will you not question
me? The phoenix spoke with great
dignity, his words, forming in her mind, filling her with a tingling sensation.
“I
swear to obey your words, and I am honored to meet you.” Kira curtsied, and then stumbled a couple of
steps.
Thank you for accepting, for this was the
end to the last of the Exzacyers. My
name to all is Ryit, but to you it is Shkllyn, the Bringer of Fire. Kira smiled, proud of her new found friend.
“I
am honored to be your rider, and your companion. I am honored for to have met you, and for
that, I thank you.” She bowed this time,
and waited for him to speak again, following the ancient tradition.
I too am honored, to be your companion and
too have met you. I am honored for to
have you as my rider, and for that, I thank you. Shkllyn bowed, his head, slightly inclined.
“We
must leave here soon, will tomorrow at dawn work for you, or can you not hold
your horses?” Kira grinned from ear to
ear.
Very funny indeed, no, dawn will be fine for
me. Shkllyn looked amused, his eyes
twinkling brightly.
Chapter
2: Dawn at the Hill
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ira jumped out of bed immediately,
quickly remembering the journey ahead of her.
She gulped bleakly, and stared out side.
Shkllyn gracefully glided down from the sky. He landed this time, with a soft thump on the
ground, quickly, she ran outside to greet him.
Then, she ran back into the cot to gather all of her supplies for the journey.
Quickly,
she shut the door behind her, and grabbed her cloak that lay on a carefully
carved, wooden table, brought to the land by her ancestors. When she grabbed her cloak, she noticed
something. A rolled up parchment lay
beneath it, quietly she unrolled it, and silently to her amazement, she
gasped. She rolled it back up, and stuck
it into a hidden pocket in her cloak.
The cloak was an earthy green; elfin made, and had protected her from
the dangers of the woods, as well as magical, for it could camouflage its
master. Kira soon became curious of the
other wonders that laid within the cot, which she had lived in for all her
life.
On a coat
rack, she grabbed a bow, also elfin made.
The bow was a dark mahogany, with golden filigree, that ended like horns
on the tip of the bow. Carefully, she
placed it in a tube that ended in a slight, blunt point. A strap laid on the back, but it too, carried
the same leaf like golden filigree.
Within in the tube, there lay at least three dozen or so arrows, perfect
in any other way.
When she
was just about to turn around to leave, she noticed knocked no a shelf of
books. A loose piece of wood soon gave
away, falling to the earthen ground, showering her with dust. Kira yelped with surprise, but quickly regained
herself from the surprise. When the dust
settled on the ground, she noticed a hole where the board once stood. A book laid there, green with golden
inscriptions, thick, and heavy bound.
The book was covered in dust; Kira picked up the book, and examined
it. She guessed the book had been hidden
in there for a while, just waiting for someone to find it. A note fell out, and read:
Who dares to seek the
mighty Sword of Light, must journey to the ruins.
Follow a silver
moon.
A door within will lead
the way, two will enter, one will live.
Three to find, one to
die, one to fly, and one to lead.
Quickly,
she pulled out the map, and placed it on a window. Silver marks began to appear on the surface,
a moonlike mark, with an arrow began to swivel. Then, it stopped, and a voice spoke inside her
mind. For too long I have been laid to sleep, until my true master would come
for me. You have freed me young one,
from my prison of darkness. Listen to
me, and I will guide you to your destinations, Kira, stared blankly, not
able to believe that her map, could talk.
Her mouth was gaping open, resembling the mouth of a cave. Quickly, she regained herself, and walked out
of the cot, her supplies, slung over her back, with her hunting gear.
Outside,
the sky was covered in shades of pinks, red, yellows, and oranges warming the
morning sky, as if the sky were greeting her.
Birds soon began to wake, cheeping to the warmth of the new morning. Kira sighed.
It would be a pity to leave such a place, but with her only inheritance
ever to be passed down for hundreds of generations, Kira couldn’t bear leaving
anything of her past behind. Shkllyn
quietly descended behind her, and nosed her with his beak. She patted him quietly and sighed. Time to
go, she told herself. Finally, she
mounted Shkllyn, and they flew away, like the wind in the sky.
Chapter
3: A New Beginning
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hkllyn, do you believe it was a good
idea to leave the cliff?” quietly, she whispered to her stead. They had been flying for hours, under the
guidance of her mystical map. Currently,
the crescent’s arrow pointed west, over forest, streams, rivers, and
mountains.
I believe you made the right
choice. If you hadn’t, what would happen
if someone else took a hold of your sword?
Night
quickly fell, and Shkllyn feather’s glowed in the night.
“Thank
you,” Kira whispered to him. “We should
land soon though. Your feathers are
glowing too brightly; they will attract the creatures of the night.” Shkllyn then began to descend into the trees,
but not before he caught himself a deer, which he began to eat. Kira settled down by his body, warmed by his
feathers, she sat down and opened her pack.
Carefully, she removed a piece of bread from her pack, and strips of
dried meat.
Fish? Shkllyn inquired eagerly, sniffing like a
madly. He nosed the Kira, as if he were
begging for some.
“You
smelled it didn’t you!” Kira looked
cross, but you could tell by the glint in her eyes that she was laughing. “You can have some if you’d like.” Shkllyn nodded his head, and Kira threw him a
piece, which he gracefully caught with his tongue. Quietly, he savored the taste, of the rich,
and buttery taste of the fish. Then, he
jerked his head sharply and began to hiss, something cracked underneath,
whoever was watching them.
“Quiet
down or the Rangers‘ll find me!” A quiet
voice popped out into the night. Shkllyn
did not stop hissing, and then, he lowered his head, stopping where the voice
had come from, and picked up someone.
Kira had been expecting something else, but definitely not a boy. The boy was dressed in a long green cloak,
brown pants, and leather shoes, obviously worn.
He had brown eyes and light brown hair, with an orange tinge, the boy
seemed tall, and willowy, like Kira.
Kira could tell that he was stronger than he looked, since she guessed
that he was no ordinary boy. A thief she
guessed or someone who runs a lot.
“Explain
yourself.” Shkllyn dropped the boy in
front of her, with a big Thud. Kira drew an arrow, and pointed it at the
boy. Her eyes narrowed. “Do it quickly now, I’m running out of
patience, and who are these Rangers you little thief.”
“Thief? Who said I was a…” His voice trailed off, and then looked back
from Kira’s arrow, and Shkllyn. He
gulped. “Well, why don’t I introduce myself
first? I’m Ryon Theldon,” the boy bowed,
“Also; the Rangers are people who’re spies for the king. Basically their job is to stop anyone who
tries to assassinate the king, an enemy, they also watch the border, and are
messengers for the king too. They got a
pretty big job, and lots o’ pay.” Ryon
rubbed his hands greedily.
“You’ve
answered those questions, so I guess I should ask you why you were in the woods
in the first place, and why you headed here.”
Kira mused quietly, her head tilted; resting on her pointer finger, as
she sat cross legged, leaning on Shkllyn.
“Well,
what’s your name, and what’s that big mutt—” Shkllyn hissed.
“My
name is Kira, and his name to other people like you, Ryit. Ryit is also a phoenix, and he’s my
companion.” Kira smiled and patted
Shkllyn. Finally, he stopped hissing,
and he lowered his head, but he did not break his contact with Ryon.
“My
apologies, well, I guess I should answer those other questions too… I came into this forest to escape a couple o’
Rangers. Well, I came across ‘em, when
they found me pick pocketing some big ole’ rich guy. So there I go, tearin’ of into the forest,
but I think I lost ‘em in the dark. Then
I see something shinin’ infront o’ me. an’ so that’s how I found you
guys.” Kira pulled herself up, and
walked around, musing to herself. Soon,
more footsteps began to pound through the cold
“Shoot! Looks like some stragglers finally caught
up.”
“Ryon
just shut up already. I’ll help you out
in a—.” Her voice was cut off, and
Shkllyn began to hiss uncontrollably.
“Your
not going anywhere and exactly why are you here? Is it because you’re one of his
cohorts?” Another voice cut through the
darkness.
“Let
me go Ranger, and maybe I’ll tell you.”
Kira looked grumpy.
“Bold
one aren’t you. Fine, we’ll let go of
you, but you’re going to have to stay under our surveillance.” The Rangers let go, and backed off into the
distance. Then Kira took a second look at the Ranger. The Ranger was dressed in a mottled cloak of
earthy colors. Black boots, and brown
pants, were all Kira could see, but she noticed a white shirt when the Ranger
began to move around. Kira noticed that
the Ranger was a women. The Ranger had
kind brown eyes, and white hair, that seemed odd for someone so young. Long slender fingers of the Ranger held onto
the rope which held Ryon’s rope, and Kira’s arm. Then, Kira looked up, astounded by the height
of the Ranger. The Ranger stood at least
ten or twelve inches taller than Kira, and Ryon.
Kira gulped.
“Yeah,
whatever, I’m here on a… Journey you
could call it. My name is Kierthernhy
Erohoneistaie of the Exzacyers, but you may call me Kira.
Chapter
4: Journey to the West
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ll of the Rangers stopped and stared at
her. Then they kneeled down to her, and
bowed to her. Kira stared at them,
puzzled. Then she called out for
Shkllyn, he rose out of the ground, and shook his brightly glowing
feathers. His feathers were like the sun
in the
As
the footsteps grew louder, torches burned into the black sky, and men on horses
began to approach. Horses neighed, and
reared in freight. Men soon began to
jump down to calm down the horses. The
men then began to scatter, observing their surroundings. Kira watched them closely; too make sure they
didn’t get too close to the camp. The
camp laid cold, with Shkllyn hidden, the ground, a squishy mess, and the air, a
fragile sliver in the moonless night.
The ground squelched as the men walked on the wet mess.
The
sucking noise from the ground brought Shkllyn to curiosity. Unknowingly, he
stuck his head out, and a bright light filled the night. The riders walked forward, trying to figure
out where the source of light had come from.
Then, someone shrieked. The shriek
pierced the night, and if it could, it would have shattered some windows. Then Kira realized it. Someone had stepped on Shkllyn while they
were wandering around the camp. Kira
fell out of the tree, laughing.
“Ouch,”
then some riders walked forward, “Oops, I guess I’ll be going now…” her voice trailed of because what ever she
was going to say, could not be heard because of a gag inside her mouth. Kira coughed.
The cloth was dirty, and dusty.
“Who
are you, and what are you doing wandering around in these woods,” Kira was
certain it was the voice of one of the riders.
The voice was deep, and gruff. The
figure walked out into the clearing, riding a white horse, with leather
tack. “I am the Lord Haythur, and again
with the gags? Really now Richard, take
it off.” The one call ‘Richard’
reluctantly undid the gag. Kira coughed
when the gag was removed. Lord Haythur
was dressed in a White tunic, covered by a long red cloak, which seemed to soar
when the horse moved. Leather pants,
and long black boots, were one of the first things Kira took note of.
“My
name is Kierthernhy Erohoneistaie of the Exzacyers,” the men stared at her,
“The time has come, and I will take what rights are mine. My inheritance.”
Owls
hooted in the
“I’m
Erin Thayhur, mage to the Lord Haythur.”
“If
any of you are to join me, come with me now for we leave tonight.” Kira turned, and then she hoped on to
Shkllyn’s back, and circled the camp twice, and called again. Then Veryn stepped forward, and bowed, then
did Ryon and Erin. In unison, they
spoke.
“We
pledge our lives to you. In life and
death, we will be your protectors, together we fight. Together we are one. We pledge our honor to you, we pledge it in
our hearts, for you are our one and only master.” When they looked up, Kira was grinning, and
jumped down from Shkllyn’s back to greet her companions. Then, they turned around, and gave their
silent thanks to the Lord Haythur, and the Rangers. Then with silent goodbyes, they turned around
to face their destiny. Melancholy laid
in their eyes, as they tore them selves from the safety of their home, but
disappeared when they left to find the sword.
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5: The Return
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hen they left the forest, they were
each given a horse. The sun was setting,
and the golden hues flew over the sky.
As they marched in silence, quietly, each heart laid grieving. Shkllyn,
do you think it was a good idea? Maybe
it was the wrong decision. As Kira’s
mind turned to doubt, Shkllyn flew over their heads, looking for dangers. Also,
we need a place to stay for the night.
Do you see a good place? I doubt
there will be, since we just came out of the forest. By the way, what was the forest called?
Did you notice you could speak mind
to mind? Why didn’t you tell me so
earlier, it would’ve saved you a lot of trouble! Do not turn to doubt Kira, this decision has
lead you to find companions, you will learn to trust. Also, there seems to be something on the
horizon, but I don’t know what it is, but it looks interesting. I’m going to go on ahead. Oh, and the forest was called, ‘Riasta aei
Temprae’. It is also known as The Black
Grounds. The reason why it is called that
is because that was the same forest the war between ancestors took place. As Shkllyn flew towards the dark lump
on the horizon, Kira watched with amazement.
She watched how graceful he was.
“Veryn,
Ryon, Erin, Ryit is going to go ahead of us.
He said that he thinks he found a good place to rest for the night. Also, be careful not to loosen your guard, we
don’t know what kind of things could be around this area. For all I know, this place could be cursed.”
“You
mean it’s cursed?” Ryon began to shake
uncontrollably, and started sweating puddles.
Veryn looked at him, with a face that said, ‘that’s disguisting’.
“Ryon,
do you always have to be so loud?
Besides, Kira said it might be
cursed. No it is cursed.” Ryon glared at
Veryn, and then looked back to see Kira’s reaction.
“I
didn’t say that I thought she said it was cursed!” Ryon retorted back. Kira looked utterly amused.
“You
did, and we all heard it. Right?” Erin and Kira exchanged glances, and then
started giggling.
“Hah! See I was—”
“But
they didn’t say any—”
“Oh
yeah? Well, I say giggling is proof!”
“It
is not! Besides, I know you said it was
cursed. How would you know anyway?” Veryn, glanced at Ryon, and then gave him a
sour face.
“Why
don’t you ask Kira then?” Ryon jabbed
his pointer finger into Veryn’s arm.
“Besides, why do you have to be such a stingy, OLD, lady?”
“How
rude! I am not old!”
“Right…” Then, Ryon looked hard at Veryn.
“Will
you quite staring at me?”
“Hmm… What’s that!
Is that a wrinkle?”
“A
wrinkle? I’m not that old!”
“How
sweet, just like brother and sister.
Awww, aren’t you too so cute together.”
Kira grinned, and as if to prove Kira’s point,
“This
means war!” and to prove his point, Ryon threw a fistful of dirt into Veryn’s
face.
“Why
you little—” The sound of Shkllyn returning silenced the two. Then Kira trotted her horse over toward his
direction.
How was your trip? Did it fare you well?
It did in fact. I was right, that black lump on the horizon
was a castle, except it was in ruins.
Still, the condition of the castle it not to bad, some parts are still
intact, and it should be able to fit all of us.
That’s good; I’ll go tell them now. Kira turned around, she glanced at
“Hey,
you guys! Ryit found a place to stay for
the night; we need to get there before night falls.”
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hey reached the castle ruins by
nightfall, with the stars, twinkling from over their heads. A new moon had begun to form, with time,
ticking faster than it seemed. The clock
was ticking, and Kira knew it. It would
be a matter of time before war would fall, and the downfall of the world unless
the sword was retrieved. Allies would be
needed, and supporters. The world would
have to be prepared for the war of the world.
The
castle was in ruins, the sides, crumbling down, eroding with time, and
weather. Torches were lit in a circle
around their encampment, to ward of the Shadows. A cold breeze, wrapping and enfolding the
camp, then, someone choked, and the silence was broken. Kira turned around sharply, and a sharp twang
of pain. She walked close to the wall,
carefully listening for the sounds of life.
Snap,
crash, bang.
Kira
slowly walked around, surveying their surrounding. Then something crept behind her. She whirled around and gasped. Before she could speak, a hand clamped her
mouth shut. The figure was a man, at
least in his early forties, he reminded her of the Lord Haythur.
“I
didn’t expect you to be here so late. I
was beginning to wonder when you would get here.” The man stepped forward, under the light of
the moon so Kira could see him. Then he
quickly slipped a rope around her, and unclamped his hand.
“Curse
you Lord Haythur,” slowly recognizing the man.
“So, did you come back for your daughter, Erin?” The Lord’s face turned to shock.
“H-how
did you know? I thought you’d never find
out.”
“When
we left, she looked sad. That was the
part when I realized it. The first clue
was when she revealed her last name; which was scrambled, but with not too much
thought put into it. You really should
be ashamed.”
“Ashamed? You should be, now that I have you right
here,” and as it to prove it, he tugged the rope, with surrounded her. The rope tugged hard against her stomach,
giving her a sick feeling.
“Let
me go, or I’ll yell.” Kira threatened
him warningly.
“No,
because I have you, and I can kill you in a snap,” to prove it, he flipped out
a knife from thin air, and pressed it across Kira’s throat. “One move, and your dead, so don’t try
anything funny with me.” Kira gulped.
“Let
me guess, you want me to lead you to the sword.”
“I
see you are so smart to have figured out my plan. Yes, I want to find the sword, so I may use
it.”
“But
you can’t use it unless you are the true heir.”
“Ah,
but maybe I am.”
“But
that is impossible! There is only
suppose to be one heir, and that is me.”
“We
shall see when the sword has proven its decision.”
The
lord led Kira through a maze of passageways.
The crumbling wall was unstable, ready to fall at any moment. Then, something glinted in her eyes, and Kira
tapped the wall two stones down, five up, eight diagonal, and four left, then
the wall disappeared, revealing a hidden chamber. A sword was laid out, glinting in the
moonlight, its pale colors gleaming. The
lord grasped the sword, but then screaming, and dropped the sword. Carefully, Kira stepped forward and grabbed
it as it dropped and pointed it at his throat.
“My
spell, how could it not work?”
“No
spell can match the power of the sword.
Even if there are to Exzacyers left, only one is the true heir, and that
true heir is me.” The lord stared hard
at Kira, wondering if she was right.
“Maybe
it was my turn to evil, that caused the sword to become yours,” the lord looked
solemn, and then his face turned to rage as he began to charge towards her. “but the sword is still mine, and I want
it!” Haythur kept on charging until the
point of the blade was inches away, and then, he tripped.
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One Day You’ll Know
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memory appeared in her mind, of the past. Carefully the wind whipped around her, as the
memory flowed before for her. “One day you’ll know that there will be
peace. There will not be peace without war though, so listen carefully and I
will guide you.” Kira nodded. “Gather
your forces, and in the years to come, you will guide them. If you lead them, and only you, the War of
the Worlds will not come to pass. You
must go to the highest range, and head to the west. From there, you will meet your enemy. Do not fear though, for you will win if you
use the sword. If you ever need me
again, go to your memories, the memories of the past.” The wind died, and a body laid at her
feet. Footsteps faltered by the open
door, and
“Father!” then she turned to Kira and glared, “What did
you do!”
“Nothing. Just simply the fact that what was gone is
now returned to its rightfull owner.”
Streaks
of white fur flashing,
Yellow
eyes glinting,
The
teeth shining broadly.
Paw
prints are formed,
The
moon a silver ball,
Glowing
in the midst of night.
Howling
cries fill the soundless,
Echoing
across the tundra,
Small,
white balls gently falling.
Then
a voice spoke in her head, like the same way Shkllyn had when they had first
met. If
you are to ever to call upon me again, you must recite those words. The misty wolf padded towards
“Ryon,
get of me,” Kira’s voice was muffled, still, Ryon looked clueless, “I said, get
off me!” Then Ryon scrambled off of her.
“Sorry
Kira,” then he whistled, “Nice place here.”
Then he turned his gaze towards
“Well,
let’s see. I was walking around a bit
because I thought I heard something moving.
That’s when I found Haythur. He
gagged me, and then took of the gag when he roped me,” Veryn raised an eyebrow,
listening closely. “He said that he’d
hold me captive, and use me to find the sword.
When we reached here, where the sword was, he tried to pick it up, but
he dropped it. Then I picked it up, and
he tried to kill me. He missed, and
tripped on something, and I think he fell dead on the floor. That’s when—“
“How
could you think he fell dead on the—“Ryon piped in, just to get cut off by
Veryn.
“Let
Kira continue, I think this might be important.” Then, to Veryn’s surprise he kept his mouth
shut.
“That’s
when
“So,
what are we going to do now?” Ryon
finally spoke, breaking the silence.
“I
don’t know, I guess that’s up to Kira, what about
“Well,
this part of the journey ends here, so we go west now, and try to stop the War
of the Worlds,” The other two nodded in agreement. “As for
When
they finally got outside, the sun was rising, and the castle’s shadows seemed
to move. Then, they headed back towards
their camp, and found it in ruins, except for the horses, and a few supplies.
“Were
we really gone that long?” Veryn mused
out loud.
“Yes,
the time inside the castle is slower than the time outside of the castle. One day in the castle is worth three days out
here.”
“We
should get a move on now, if were going to go west.” Ryon’s voice changed, it was more serious, and
something they had never seen before. Then
he pulled back his hair and tied it with a long strip of leather, knotted in
the back, and for the first time Kira noticed his hair was long. Then Kira and Veryn’s face turned to shock,
and then, Kira gasped.
An elf.
Shkllyn noted carefully.
Pronunciation
Guide
Kierthernthy Erohoneistaie: Ki-ER-hern-THY (‘Ki’ rhymes with
‘tea’) Arrow-hone-ay-stea
Ryon Theldon: Re-on
Thell-done (‘Thell’ rhymes with ‘tell’)
Veryn Mroin: Vurn
Mrr-oin (‘Mrr rhymes with purr’) (‘oin’ rhymes with ‘coin’)
Erin Thayhur: Erin
Thay-her (‘Thay’ rhymes with ‘hay’)
Ryit: Rit (‘Rit’
rhymes with ‘it’)
Shkllyn: Shick-lin
(‘Shick’ rhymes with ‘lick’)
Haythur: Hay-Ther
(‘Ther” rhymes with ‘her’)
Tyrgnats: Tier-gnats
(‘Tier’ rhymes with ‘pier’)