Warrior of Light: follow the sun

Chapter Two. VEDENTOR.

A few hundred kilometers from the castle; in the middle of green fields there was a city. From three sides it was surrounded with high green trees, and in the distance could be seen white cliffs. The bright Moon illuminated the dark walls of the city.

About thirty soldiers in silver armor stood near the gate. They were sleepy and tired - they were waiting for someone.

The city called Vedentor, it was fortified; it was surrounded by high and thick walls built from the durable trees. On the walls were soldiers who stood a few steps away from each other; they closely followed the horizon, and they were ready to bare their weapons at any moment.

There was no light, no voices; the city seemed dead, standing in the middle of the field. If it was necessary to communicate an important new, the soldiers spoke in whispers. In the city there lived people, at night nobody was visible, but when in the sky there was the sun-there was life.

In Vedentor had been housed several hundred people, strictly with the sunset they hid in the houses, extinguishing the light. At night-time only soldiers could stay in streets of city, which guarded it. In the streets there was no asphalt - there was only the ground under feet; because the ground did not produce any sounds from steps.

Small wooden houses were smeared by earth in order the houses were not noticeable at night. The streets were very narrow, and on each of them there had stood large wooden crates, inside which there were weapons. For several decades' the people live by such rules, it would seem that this city is invisible, and no one will ever find it.

Soon the people heard the rattle of horse hooves; the warriors began to open the wooden gate made from logs, which had been put vertically to each other - such construction was considered very durable.

The group of horsemen raced towards the gate; the first four of them were holding torches, in order to the others could see where to move. They immediately passed through the gates and moved somewhere deep into the city, in order to the rest of hundred riders had a space to enter inside. Soon the last four horsemen with torches had raced through the gate. The soldiers began to close the gate, hastening each other.

The horsemen drove their horses to the stable, which was located near.

At this moment the king did not sleep. A tall man of solid build stood in the middle of balcony and watched the arrivals. His house was larger than the others and had two floors. On the ground floor of a royal refuge there was a big hall; in the hall were many wooden tables and stools. Red curtains hung on the walls, the curtains were closing cracks - it gave the room the royal look. More than ten lusters hung on ceiling, which illuminated the room. On the second floor was the king's room, there he lived together with his wife and two adult daughters. This house was in center of the small city. On the ground floor there were conversations between the commanders and king. The king was very cowardly; it almost never left the house.

The wind was shaking his long gray hairs. He looked at the soldiers by sullen look; they ran from house to house to eat and to sleep. He was afraid of every sound; he kept looking around, trying to see an enemy in wavering from the wind branch.

Finally, unable to restrain himself, Dalis went to his room. He quietly walked past the bed where his wife slept, and at the exit of the huge room he took clothes. He walked past the bedrooms of daughters and headed to the first floor. The king approached the big table and began to dress; he awkwardly buttoned a black shirt, and had hardly donned a torn pants. He had straightened hair and the long gray beard, and then he went to exit.

Dalis was walking to the gate, hoping to find the commander of the newly arrived squad. He moved briskly through the dark street, stumbling almost on every stone and hillock. Every soldier greeted him, but the king pretended not to notice them.