The Fall of The King

The Chosen Ones

         Chapter 3

Ilorten stared at me with a bewildered expression, as though he hadn't expected me to accept my fate. My true father has destroyed everything i held dear in my life and I wouldn't want it any other way. Ilorten simple walked to me and placed a hand to my shoulder while saying, "Its not that simple. You must assemble the entire country to battle this man, and last I checked the 10 kingdoms were all in chaos. I can't just point in a direction to tell you where to start, but I can give you a sense of where you must look for the best benefit. Would you let me show you a trick us high elves have?" "So long as it helps me do not hesitate to show me." "This is called mind sharing, and It allows us to delve into each others head to look to the past or future." he replied, mere seconds after finishing his sentence he placed his hands to my head. His index and middle fingers gently holding my temples on either side of my head. At first I felt nothing but a tingling sensation, then suddenly I felt a tug in my head as my vision faded black.

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At first I only saw black, but slowly light appeared and I saw a great battlefield before me. Soldiers fought scores of the undead in every direction. Though it was a fight, everybody seemed to be frozen in time. Every soldier stood unmoving, I looked around to see shining light falling upon three warriors on different parts of the battlefield. Each beacon of light gleamed a different color, and stood on different ends of the field. Looking at them I chose to walk to the dark green beacon. Nearing the light I saw hordes of undead riddled with green glowing arrows. These arrows seemed to pierce the undead and fly into the ones directly behind them. I soon caught sight of the warrior shooting these arrows. Atop a boulder stood a small women. She wore no armor, but she was fitted with what seemed to be tightly woven silk. The fabric looked rather strong and seemed to be immune to magical attacks. This woman held eyes a deep green, a rare color for humans, her hair a flowing mahagony. I approached her and reached out to touch her, my hand soon hit her arm and I felt time around me restart. She flew into action, her arms pistoning as they fired arrow after arrow. She had no quiver from which she drew arrows, they simply appeared in her hand as she pulled back on her bow that glowed the color of her beacon. An undead soldier soon came behind her and reached to grab her, but she sensed this and leaped into the air pointing her bow down and hitting the soldier in the head with a volley of arrows. Though he was dead, she was now approached on all sides and they closed in on her. I thought her to be dead, till I saw a green flash through every warrior and then shortly after they all fell apart. She stood up unscathed, in her hand she held her bow which had now become a double-edged sword. She slowly walked atop the rock, returning to the pose I found her in as time froze again. Then I heard her name spoken to me in a gently voice, "Amicia the quick witted, from Riverrook." Her beacon of light went out and she slowly faded from view. I turned to see the other two beacons of light still glowing.

Walking towards the second beacon that glowed a bright yellow, I saw scores of living soldiers standing behind a single man. He held a large shield that glowed the yellow of his beacon. This man stood strong as hordes of undead assaulted his barrier. He wore a gleaming bronze armor that shined in the sunlight. His blonde hair highlighting his bold features, his eyes shining a deep blue. I walked to him and placed my hand upon his shoulder, and he moved into action. Swatting the undead aside with his shield as though they were nothing, the men behind him staying close and killing all the undead he knocked through the air. They held a tight unit, until a large undead beast charged them. The beast trampled all the other men, but this man rolled just as the beast came. Suddenly his shield grew, the sides becoming sharp edges. It then split into two as he pulled it apart, each side holding sharp edges with a single spike coming from the middle where he pulled it apart. He rushed the beast, leaping at its face and stabbing the eyes. He then leaped at another one of the beasts as it charged its dying allies frame. The charging beast saw him leap and aimed to swat him, but this man thought fast and pierced the beasts hand. He then leaped up the arm, Slicing with his twin halves as he leaped up the beast. Once he reached the head, he pierced the throat of it and ripped with his weapon till the head was severed. He leaped from the body returning the shield to its original form and returning to his starting stance. His name echoing in my head in a powerful voice, "Artur the defender, from Elestia." His beacon fading as he did as well.

Walking to the last beacon I saw it was a flaring red color. Everywhere lay destroyed bodies of the undead, they all seemed to have been shredded with a single sweep of a blade. I walked to see a lone man standing amongst a horde of enemies. He held a large sword in his hand, the blade held at ready as his eyes looked skyward as though he prayed to the heavens. I approached him to see he wore little to no armor above his waist. His leggings a gleaming silver, the boots he wore a solid steel with a sharp point upon the heel and head of it. He looked as though he were an elf, but his skin was not a purple of low elves, nor the light green of high elves. It appeared to be human in complection. His eyes, however, were a dead giveaway that he was not human, they glowed a golden color and along the edges it changed to a shining green. Among the inside of the iris, within the gold, was flecks of silver. I walked into the middle of the horde of undead to where he stood and placed my hand upon his back. All around him the horde charged, but he remained still. It wasn't untill the soldiers were nearly upon him that he threw his blade into the air, leaping after it. With all the beasts piling atop eachother he grabbed his blade mid-jump, he next pulled his blade into two pieces as they grew in length to make up for their loss in width. Then I saw his eyes shift from gold to silver, as the flecks grew spreading across till the gold was merely flecks. He released a battle cry, as I saw his body stop mid-air and fall to the earth with more force than humanly possible. His blades sweeping the ground as parts flew in every direction. The soldiers were ripped apart so quickly that their bodies did not have time to fall untill his assault was over. He then placed the sword halves together again, piercing the tip into the ground and returning his gaze skyward. I heard a calm voice speak his name "Roan the unstoppable, from Amalain" He then faded to nothing, his beacon going out. I turned to see a new beacon shined in the sky, this one a sharp grey.

Approaching the final beacon I saw no warrior, not even a single undead soldier was nearby. In the middle of the beacon I saw a silvery spear protruding from the ground, I walked to it and pulled it from the ground. The spear was a thing of beauty, the tip an amazing design that would shred a being if they were pierced by the point. Holding the spear I felt an overwhelming sense of power, but it was soon ended as the world faded to black.

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I opened my eyes to see Ilorten looking at me, an expectant look on his face. "Did it reveal to you what you must do?" "No it only showed me visions of warriors fighting hordes of the undead." I replied, exhaling a heavy breath as I believed this to be a waste of time. His eyes then began to grow as he took in what I said, "That's wonderful! Now you know the faces of your most trusted allies, the ones who will lead you to your future." He replied, almost too excited for it to seem true. "Now tell me, did you hear their names or where they are from?" "Yes, I heard both." "Perfect, what were the names of where they hailed?" He asked as I began to wrack my brain to remember the names. "Amalain, Riverrook, and Elestia." I said quickly before I could forget the names. "Well not the first places I would hope to find great warriors, but it'll have to do. The nearest is castle Amalain, which is currently having a large event to find the greatest warriors to champion the castle. If you could become champion we could get an army easily." "To Amalain we go." I said, standing up to go. Ilorten stopped me and placed a small gray stone into my hand, then he looked into my eyes as the stone melted into my skin. "That is a soul stone, it is now yours to command." I felt power flow into my arm as the silver spear from my vision formed into my hand. I stood holding it, knowing I was ready to begin my journey.