the magical heritage

chapter 1

A small but mighty army marched across the plains and forests of the great isles, till they reached their destination. Somerset, a grand town, renowned for its wealth and trade. Though not near any bodies of water, or at least none close enough to be feasible for trade. The people somerset had a knack for horses, which were capable of going a few days without rest, food or water, though with the ability of four trained somersetian horses, they were able to pull up to one-hundred-and-twenty-tons worth of goods. Even with that weight, the horses still were able to keep at a good pace of twelve miles per hour, and in a trot, could pull the goods at the speed of twelve to twenty miles per hour. The horses are so strong and fast due to a wizard hundreds of years ago that had enchanted a horse, it's blood then flowed with magic and still to this day, the magic still resides within the horse's blood-line.

Somerset's horsemen were the most skilled and fastest in the world, being able to ride up to one-hundred-and-twenty-two miles per hour. The lord's royal guard, one-hundred men strong, able to shoot down enemies in the blink of an eye, never missing. Enemy warriors, never able to hit the royal guard, due to the horse's extreme speed.

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"Morganna, the amulet, NOW!" Lord Le Fay shouted with impatience at his thirteen year old daughter, a witch and very powerful nonetheless.

"Y-yes father" Morganna cowarded forward, amulet in hand, towards her father. Lord Le Fay snached the amulet right out of Morganna's hand. In the swift motion, the amulet had cut the palm of Morgana's hand and she whimpered in pain.

Lord Le Fay scoffed at his daughter's pain "so feeble, you can't even handle a small scratch without complaining?"Lord Le Fay scoffed. "Pathetic'' Lord Le Fay spat.

"I-I-I'm s-sorry f-father i'll d-do b-better '' Morganna whimpered, inside a storm churning, rage, pain, sadness and anger, and most importantly, the need for revenge.

"You better, and stop that pathetic stutter of yours!" Lord Le Fay spat out before he mounted his horse and went on his way towards his men. Three-thousand men waited upon the forested hill, waiting for their general to return to lead them to eminence.

Lord Le fay sped up towards his men, amueltet hung firmly around his neck, imbued with the life force of his men, and the magic of his daughter, who had made his amulet. The amulet was his greatest treasure, his war weapon. Any man, or women's blood tied to the amulet would be held under his control, unable to go against his orders. The amulet gave his soldiers immense strength, way beyond possible to achieve without the feats of magic on his side.

As Lord Le Fay approached his men, they cheered in welcome, his presence enough to increase their morale ten fold. "Ah, finally some people that greet someone as powerful as me properly" Lord Le Fay laughed out menacingly, " remember men, you are stronger, faster, and by far much stronger than those puny somersetians!!! We will crush them into the ground, WE WILL BATHE THEIR BELOVED LANDS IN THE BLOOD OF THEIR FALLEN, LET NOT ONE LIVE. THE RICHES AND TREASURES WE WILL FIND INSIDE THEIR WALLS THAT THEY COWER BEHIND WILL BE OURS, AND WE WILL LET NO ONE STAND IN YOUR WAY!! BURN THE PLACE TO THE GROUND IF WE HAVE TO!!!" Lord Le Fay shouted out encouragingly towards his men, which was sent back with a spontaneous loud booming and cheering and blood thirsty smiles and grins.

Lord Le Fay rallied his men and hailed them forward towards the castle, one-hundred of his men on foot to push the catapults forward towards the grand city of somerset.