Four Rings

Four Rings Chapter one.

~::~Chapter one~::~

But that was years ago. Hundreds of years before, in a land no longer in existence. And now everything is in shambles. Have you noticed there aren't any powers anymore? Or Nymlers? You couldn't get a ring if you gave up every single thing you own. Not one of the Nymler's rings anyway. Not to long after the four got their rings the Nymlers went into hiding. And I will tell you why...

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Rathad awoke to the dawning sun shining in his window. He blinked it away just as he had done with the Nymlers' glow. The Nymlers... He vaguely remembered them. What was I doing with the Nymlers? He tried to remember why he had seen those praised things. But his mind was fogged up. He had just awoken and his thoughts were never the clearest till later. One time he had woken up and completely forgot his name. He gave up trying to think and stretched instead. Groaning when his leg muscles ached. Why was he so sore? He rolled over on to his stomach to block out the light. What did I do yesterday? He asked himself silently. It was an often-asked question. In fact, he asked it every morning. Rathad wasn't the smartest of people and was slightly gullible. He wasn't stupid, Oh no far from that. He was just...Really easy to trick and didn't know everything about everything. It was all the pride in his head that made him like this. Someone could tell him spaghetti was made with bird intestines, and he would closely examine every single noodle in his bowl. You could say he was a hot head and he would think he had a fever. Someone could say, "If you step on a crack you'll break your mothers back" and then he would be very wary of all the cricks and cracks in the street. You get the picture. So as he thought of this question he cracked his knuckles, he did this in the morning to get his fingers looser and easier to move, and felt a smooth, soft, stone on his ring finger. His eyes lit up like fireflies. For the first time ever he remembered what he did the day before! He had gotten up, eaten his morning meal, taken a walk, counted all the roses in his yard, ate lunch, started to read a book and finished it, put on his best clothes and headed out for dinner, ate some meatloaf seasoned with basil and exotic spices, came back, went to bed and woke up again to hear knocking on his door. It was about 11:00 pm, read a strange scroll, walked up some marble stairs in some hidden building, gotten a ring and went home exhausted. He giggled with delight at remembering what happened. He had never done that before. He jumped off of his bed to go and practice his new-possessed talent. But immediately regretted doing so. His legs were so sore from running up and down those stairs that he keeled over and toppled onto the floor.

"Oooohhh..." he groaned. Every ounce of his body was in pain. He rolled onto his back and stayed that way till the pain subsided. Then he slowly and very, very carefully got up and stood still. He exhaled loudly. And took one painful step after another towards the door. When he reached the doorframe he sighed. This was going to take a long time.

"Butler!" He shouted. His voice echoed throughout the fancy dark wooded corridors of his home. Rathad was wealthy. Very extremely rich. He was one of the many Daelgorens in this world. The Daelgorens were the heirs of "the gold" and "the gold" was really just the king's extra money that he decided he didn't need anymore. So Rathad Daelgoren had a lot of money and a lot of home to go with it. Footsteps could be heard running through some part of the huge house. And in a blink of an eye, the butler was standing before Rathad.

"How did you...?" Rathad almost asked. Until he remembered that his butler was...well...He was a ghost. And he could make foot stepping noises if he wished because he was a poltergeist. How he ended up in Rathad's home? That's unknown even to him. All he knows is one day, the day he had just became a butler for the Daelgoren family, he had felt a stabbing pain in his back. And then POOF! Just like that he was no longer really there. But stranger things have happened in this world.

"Do you think you could fetch me a wheeled chair for the day? My legs are awfully sore from-" Rathad stopped short. He didn't think that he should tell anyone, especially not a poltergeist, about the ring he had. Someone might try to take it from him.