The Silver Shadow's Quest

Prologue

It all began in a beautiful kingdom in the snowy mountains and nearby the Great Plains which were lush green and filled with various plants and animals of many colors. Villages scattered here and there throughout the plains. The main city was in the snowy mountains. This city was full of various colors, unique items, and the beautiful tall buildings and in the center of all of it was the grand medieval place.

That day it was a sunny and warm day. The sun glows ever so brightly on top of the plains to make them look golden and bring the creatures of all sorts out of there hiding places. The adobe structures of all the villages gently glow more red then usual as the suns rises just above the foggy, snowy mountains.

In the forest nearby one of the village, there was a few story high cobblestone tower in which a great and powerful warlock stood looking out the tall glass paneled window.

"Hmmm it is time", he thought to himself.

As he looked through the window he spotted a storm approaching from behind the mountain range. He sighed as he looked around the cluttered room, that had a table filled with maps and compasses and several shelves containing potions and other bits and bobs. He walked over several broken glass pieces and papers containing notes to the tall wooden door that creaked from age as it opened. He exited the cluttered room and walked down cobblestone staircase that spiraled down to the ground floor. As he walked down there was a gentle faded sound of water dripping onto the dungeon's cobblestone ground.

As he arrives the ground floor, soldiers rush this way and that way preparing for war as other soldiers stand by guarding the hostages behind tall and black iron doors. The guards and rushed soldiers silver armor glinting underneath the fading sunlight. A few of them spot the warlock and bow respectfully. The warlock's black cloak shines gently underneath the oil lamps light as he strided through the rush of soldiers. He instructed several soldiers to prepare weapons or route, etc.

Meanwhile, the main city in the mountains started to awaken as the sunrises. The streets bustle with people going to work or children being taken to school in wagons pulled by horses, and many other various activities. The grand cobblestone palace was peaceful on the outside. Yet inside guards and servants rushed around all preparing for the war and some helped the king and queen in the secret layer with the one and only prince. In the layer, the one year old prince sat on a wooden chair beside his parents as his pure white gem in the middle of his chest glows softly.

"Our son has the white gem of Naborite. Many people are already seeking this extremely rare and powerful gem, and might come after our son." said the king looking worried and tired. "Therefore, we must send him to the nearest village that will keep him safe for his lifetime. Sweetie we have to do this before the war begins so not a single soul will find out and try to harm him in anyway." replied the queen with worry laced in her voice. They both look into each other's wary faces and nod knowing that they might never see their son again. On top of that, they also knew that this gem was going to be a huge responsibility for their son.

All of sudden from above there is loud Boom. The sound had come from a bomb that was fired by canon to break through the strong wooden drawbridge at the front entrance. To prevent the warlock's soldiers from entering many of the king's army surged forward ready to crush the other soldiers. A few of the servants took the secret route out the city and to the nearest village carrying the prince. The war had began.