The Ancients: An Untold Story

Chapter 3

Fyrus had a really rough life growing up he knew special powers...magic. Fyrus' father thought that magic was a sign of evil so Fyrus had to keep his powers a secret. Fyrus' father was king of the Franks where he knew the consequences of being known as a warlock, the consequences of being a warlock is getting banished to a wretchedness place away from any communication of man if they're lucky. Fyrus only practiced magic in the woods where he knew no one ever went to. Except that one day he told his friend of his powers, Fyrus trusted his friend more than anyone. Sadly his friend couldn't handle the pressure, so Fyrus' friend told his father. Fyrus' father loved his son dearly but he couldn't have a warlock on his land, so his father let Fyrus escape instead of having his son hanged. Fyrus lived in the mountains for the rest of his life with no contact of man.

Fyrus was banished into the mountains when he was in his early twenties and it's been ten years since he returned to the Franks. Fyrus thought that he could change his name and say that he was poor since his clothes were torn. Fyrus hasn't seen the advancements man has made in his ten years absence of the Franks and he surprisingly didn't know about the ancient beings. The ancient beings didn't even dare to go into the eerie fatal mountains because they had no need for a desolated wasteland. When Fyrus returned to the Franks he came to a well-organized army defending the city. Fyrus watched the creatures and the Franks fighting and didn't know what to think of the Franks fighting odd looking creatures that were over seven feet tall and what he thought was the armor of the creatures (ancient beings) being gold a pitch black of the depths of the ocean with a tint of blue. Fyrus was stunned when he saw the fighting he never knew that the Franks would ever be in so much combat. He saw Franks and the creatures fighting on their last breath and killing each other, Fyrus had no idea what to do so he tried to get to the castle where he thought to find his father Charlemagne ruling the kingdom.

Fyrus ran to the gates and told the guards to let him in and that it was urgent news for King Charlemagne about life and death. The guards said the king Charlemagne was out in the battle not far out of the city. Fyrus ran as fast as a cheetah and swift like a fox out of the city dodging people in a rush. When Fyrus made it to the battlefield he tried to find his father like his life depended on it, and that one glance he found his father on the best stallion of the country fighting off two creatures. He noticed that he didn't have any of his men to back him up so he joined the mighty battle to help his father Charlemagne.

"Need some help my sire?" Fyrus asked his father.

"What are you going to do; you don't even have a sword?!" Charlemagne replied in an unflustered voice.

"Oh father you have become such a good king!"

Charlemagne looked at Fyrus in a wicked look when suddenly one of the creatures bashed Charlemagne and his hoarse on the ground.

"No!" Fyrus screamed in a vicious but wretchedness tone. Fyrus eyes started to glow bright blue in a fiery fierce color. Impulsively clouds the color black as a volcano came rolling over the battlefield and two strikes of lightning struck the two creatures that bashed his father to the ground. "Are you alright father?" Fyrus asked his father worried.

"Just a little injured." Charlemagne answered. "Bring me to the infirmary."

"Alright, then can we talk?"

"Yes but we must keep your identity a secret."