New Meetings: Book 1 (The Kingdoms of Vordir Series) [coming soon]

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Prologue

- Wesbran, Mycir -

A young man stood next to a window, gazing upon the hills and sand of the land of his kingdom. Although, it didn't look of a window; more like the ones you would see in the average homes, except, much bigger. This window wasn't apart of an average home, though. It was a mere decoration of a palace.

And the man, however, wasn't much of a so called "man". In this kingdom, his kind would call him a Sorcerer, a moody one at that. If you were to present yourself to him, he would make you feel like a minor, lower than his superiority. His own well-being can make you terrified to even speak to him. That was because this... Magician was no ordinary Sorcerer. He was the Sorcerer that was to marry the Princess. He was supposed to be, for you never would know what was going on inside his head.

A servant from the palace was rushing through the halls, not stopping until he got to the door that led to the room the Sorcerer was in. He stopped for a second, fearful of the news he had to report, fearful of the man himself he had to tell it to. It was the one man that the servant always dreaded to see. Never before had he been so scared of a guest at the royal palace. Then again, this wasn't a Prince, this was the Prince. The man gritted his teeth and started to walk again, wondering what in the world did the Princess see in this man.

"Prince Oliver!" The man shouted. The man named Oliver turned and visibly tightened his jaw. The man had the mark of warrior, with his dark green eyes that brightened as the color got closer to his pupils, high cheekbones, small mouth, and thin body, showing he was used to the outdoors and on rations for a diet. He muttered something to himself as he shook his short black-brown hair that covered a single scar that stretched from his forehead to his eye.

"Why do I have to correct everyone?! For the last time, I am not the Prince!" Oliver shouted, frustration clear in his tone. The smaller man, for Oliver was very tall, cringed and slightly back away.

"You are wanted at court." The small man stated. The taller man groaned, hating the idea of going there. Where all of the nobles in Mycir were, but mostly where his least favorite people were. The Princess and his father, the two people he wished were completely out of his life. The Princess for the reason that she was the most annoying girl he had ever met [which is saying something],and she was just so certain that they were meant to be when they were the farthest from it. His Father because they had never gotten along and Oliver was done being the perfect child.

The tall man stepped away from the window wishing he was anywhere but here, even Earth would be better than this! It just wasn't fair that he didn't own a single thing in his life! Everything either belonged to the kingdom of Mycir or to Father. In the other kingdoms he would own something, something that could be personal. But, they would find him and take him back.

'Besides,' he thought, 'I would forever be an outcast. They would find my mark eventually and then find out how to use it against me.' One of his hands went subconsciously to his neck, going over the mark that made him a wizard, that bound him to the land of Mycir. It was a simple mark, one that every Mycririan had, but they were never in the same place. For example Oliver's was on the back of his neck, while his father's was on the top left hand side of his forehead, and Luke, his friend -his only friend- had it on the space below his ear. The mark itself was rather simple, it was a triquetra . In Ethas, the Dwarven kingdom, was lines that crossed over each other intervening. In Viraunia it was a tree with it's roots showing. Even in the dark land, Narriatus the demon kingdom, had a mark; it was a serpent, making itself known and clearing the person's intentions for Demallons could change shape into anything they wanted too.

"No need to look so grumpy, Oliver." A voice said. Oliver turned to look beside him, seeing the one person that he could stand in this entire palace. The Wizard beside him had shaggy brown hair, which covered his light brown eyes that had a band of dark brown around them.