Legends: The Knight of Helm (#1)

Chapter 11

The dark haired man had a slight limp as he walked across the hall way to Helm's throne. Volohs's legs had healed enough for him to walk. The long red carpet was covering the floor as eight Ommart guards took to the side of the giant hallway. Volohs took a step up each individual stare, until he placed his hand on the throne. He gently let his body sit there looking at his court wizard with the crown.

Most of Helm had been evacuated, but Volohs gave strict orders that only those who attacked his soldiers, Man or Ommart, would die. He knew that they didn't kill anyone unnecessarily; especially sense the Ommart were the most loyal to their kings throughout Lumesc. He glanced up at the sky as the wizard drew closer. He stood from the throne, and knelt before the robed man.

"May Claydrin guide you, my lord." The wizard said, placing the golden crown on Volohs's head.

Volohs stood back up, looking into the wizard's eyes with a stone cold face. He turned around, and he sat back down on his throne. No longer would his father rule, he didn't have the back bone to unite the three kingdoms. Volohs was disgusted with his father more than any other man. He would do as the prophecy said, he would unite the kingdoms.

"Long live the king!" the crowd shouted.

Volohs stood up, after the phrase had been shouted three to four times, stretching his arms out.

"Now we march to Dechoneus, to take back the gift we so humble gave them, their land!" Volohs shouted.

The crowd of soldiers shouted in vigor and glory, agreeing with their master's words. An Ommart general walked next to Volohs whispering in his ear. The King stood up smiling to his soldiers and people.

"Excuse me, for your king has much to do."

Volohs walked off finding his war room full of his generals. The man stepped up, limping in slight pain, the potions and medical care had made all the difference in his recovery. He placed both his arms on top the table as he looked down at the map. They had figures for their forces, and for their enemies.

"Do we know where the remainder of Helm went?" Volohs asked.

"We assume they went east, because we came from the east. Their strongest forts would be to the north, however, the south would be easier for living conditions." The Ommart general said.

"What's your name?" Volohs asked.

"Lennix" The Ommart replied, looking back with his red hair.

"So, Lennix, what do you suggest?" Volohs inquired.

"I suggest, we Ommart take the surrounding area, if Helm's knights are indeed your biggest threat, than we would be the best to take them. While we secure the rest of your land, you can take your armies and march towards Dechoneus, you have more than formidable forces, and your rival Helm's might."

"I like that plan, and as for the rest of my council," Volohs asked.

"Sir I highly recommend, we take things slow, taking one fort at a time, before we advance onward towards Dechoneus." A young captain spoke up.

"No need boy." Lennix replied, "Why waste the time, the sooner we find Helm's refugee the sooner we can wipe out those rats. Not to mention the more time we give them, the more likely they will have Inger by their side."

"Very well," Volohs said, "I have decided that we leave the north, root them out from the south. We take the east, conquering Dechoneus, than attack from all fronts towards the Inger. If any of the remainder of my father's force remain in the North they will receive no welcome from Inger, not at first, and if they are not, than we have three war fronts against one. They would be surrounded."

All the men nodded their heads in agreement as Lennix looked at his king. He didn't care much for the young boy, and knew his plan was better. However, he left it alone, as he knew not to press his luck with this man. Volohs, even while wounded, was the strongest man known to the Ommart.

"However, let us rest, celebrate and rebuild." Volohs smiled, "At least for now."