The Awakening of the Soul

Chapter 1 The Arrow and the Sword

I have decided to rewrite the first chapter!! Apologises for the sudden changes!

-Darel09

Also I will start on rewriting some chapters!!! Please check it out when they are done. Nothing is really different except there will be a little more details! Comment if you haven't. If you can't comment, write on my message board!!!!! Please!! Need to know what the reader thinks!

The roses blew in the wind. Their petals soft. Their thorns showed meaning of a more darker sides. In a room inside a keep, there stood a man. He was around the age of 33. He had dark hair. His eyes were brown. He also wore some body armor made by his father's old friend, Firearms. That day, he was expecting a few of his friends were set to arrive at the castle. A war had erupted a few weeks ago. Since then, many attacks on the villages and castles down south caused a large exodus. Thousands of men and women alike tried to escape the war. Most didn't make it. If there was ever time to start his plan, Darel chose that day to start it.

Darel's family was diminished. He was the only one left of his blood. In this land, there are only three others who ruled the land as kings and queens. There was Redrock whom was fair despite her age. Her husband, handsome and powerful in battle. Finally, there was Zardoc. He was a king of a castle north near the forest of Abrahm. Near, the Fardur Mountains. Zardoc was set to arrive at Darel's castle in due times.

The war that started weeks ago, was caused by an attack from a large empire that chose to attack Zardoc's castle ,Geroc. They won the battle by a mere few hundred men.

Darel himself was also a king too. A fairly young one compared to Redrock. Old if compared to Zardoc.

A knock came at the door. Two knocks was all Darel heard. "Come in."

The door opened slightly. A head stuck out. The face was of his commander ,Magnus. Magnus was the youngest of Darel's commanders, but ,in fact, the strongest. Despite his young age, Magnus was recruited by Darel's father when he was only the age of 13.

Magnus took a seat on a chair. A table was at the center of the room. Many chairs were set for the people who were to attend. Minutes past by. Neither Magnus nor Darel said anything. Magnus's need naught address Darel with respect despite Darel's royalty. Why? Because Darel told him not to.

Soon, a second commander came in. Then another. By the time they all arrived. Nine were already in the room. Redrock came in after the nine. She took a seat in a chair that was left for her.

"My husband will not be able to attend today. He apologizes for the urgent news," Redrock announced. Her gentle voice seemed to echo around the room.

"And why may I ask?" said Darel taking a seat at the head of the table. Servants came in and placed some food on the table.

"He has important matters to deal with at the moment," replied Redrock.

Darel nodded. The door opened again. This time, it was Zardoc who came in. "I apologize for being so late," Zardoc said as he came in.