Somewhere in another place and another time . . .
Dark storm clouds rolled in from the north. The townspeople looked up to the sky as darkness prevailed. Everyone shuddered in terror as lightening bolts ravaged and burned the small, daunting village. Scores of people scoured the streets searching desperately for shelter. But there was nowhere to hide. In no time the small village was engulfed by destruction and impending evil!
Not far from the annihilated village of Tearyn, stood the prosperous kingdom of Allsaints. Much like their northern neighbor they were in danger of complete destruction. King Calamir was frightened of what might become of his kingdom, which may soon be faced with eminent despair!
King Calamir was pacing up and down the corridor of Balsmir Palace. He was concerned that an invasion was taking place. Allsaints was the next kingdom across the river from Tearyn. If it was warfare, the war council could definitely handle it.
The king’s worries faded when he saw his son, Prince Daevid enter the castle. He sent Daevid and the other knights of the war council to Tearyn to see what was going on. The expression on Daevid’s face was one of dreadful fright. The king knew something was amiss by the way Daevid approached him. His knightly qualities faded into fear.
“Well, Daevid what happened? Did you speak to any of the townspeople? What did they say?” King Calamir asked. The prince turned away from his father instantly. “Answer me! What did they say?” He turned around to face his father. The fear in his eyes was quite fierce.
“They’re all dead! Each and every one of them! There is nothing left! No homes, no shops, no people, nothing.” Daevid shouted angrily.
“What do you mean there is nothing? I visited my good friend Sargent just the other afternoon.” King Calamir replied astounded. “The entire town was burned to the ground! No living soul was spared.” The king became grief stricken. There was insurmountable silence between them.
“How could this happen? Who could have done this?” The king cried into his hands.
“We have no time to search for answers! We are in terrible danger. We need to get help before it’s too late!” Daevid replied. The king lifted his head and gazed into his sons angered and revenge filled eyes.
“Whom do you suppose we get to help? Our greatest ally has been annihilated! There is no one to help us! No one will save us now!” The king replied out of spite.
“If we don’t do something now, we will end up like the people of Tearyn. There must be someone who can help!” The king threw his scepter to the floor in rage.
“Listen to me Daevid, there is no one to help us! Our only compatriots are dead and no one else in this country will give us time of day! We are doomed Daevid, doomed!”
“Father, you know that’s not true. There is someone who can help!” The king turned to Daevid and gazed at him sternly.
“Don’t you dare do it, Daevid?! We do not need that traitors help!” The king leered.
“We need help father! The whole kingdom is in danger. Even if it means recruiting a traitor to save us all, by God I will do it!” Daevid turned away from his father and began to walk toward the door.
“If you do this to me and your country, you are no longer the Prince of Allsaints, or the head of the war council . . . nor my son!” The king replied malevolently. Daevid stood with his hands on his hips in a stubborn manner.
“Long live the king!” Daevid replied spitefully as he slipped out the palace doors.