A/N: This image is my description of Drew Dalton just in case you are wondering. I will put a full image on the next chapter.
The next morning Drew woke up with the smell of alcohol in his mouth for the first time and it tasted horrible. His uncle had made him try it last night at the festival, turns out the riccon center were celebrating a festival to thank the gods for the gift of life. Lots of dances, drinks, and food for everyone.
His uncle never informed him that the place they were going to was actually a festival. He walked up to the window to look outside and found out there was no one, it was quiet and the bright light of the day filled the sky.This was strange. It is hardly not to see anyone in the break of dawn except there was a gathering or meeting or....
The announcement!!!
It hit him, Rigo told him the Queen of Deverous was arriving today in riccon that's where they all are. He left the window and rushed to wash his mouth without bathing changing into a new cloth rushing outside yelling his uncle's name, Rigo or his wife but didn't get a response.
Why would they leave without telling him?
He wondered as he ran to the stable but to his surprise there was no horse.
" Bloody hell!!" He yelled out his temper rising.
How is he suppose to get to the meeting now without a horse.
He ran back inside to grab his sword and sheathed it by his side before coming back outside left with no other choice, he began to run to the meeting center....
************The meeting center was crowded with people of riccon waiting the arrival of the Queen of the north.
Cyrus himself and his family were present as well, his wife at his side in the midst of the crowd Rigo at his back." You left Drew at home wasted after last night festival just to ensure he didn't make it to the announcement today" his wife Lora whispered to him.
" He is not meant to be here" he said without turning his attention to her
" It is his decision if he chooses to be here today or not" Lora replies.
" One way or another he is going to hate you for this you do realize that right father" Rigo cut in from behind him.
" I am not having this conversation both of you. He will hate me but this is for his own good" Cyrus stated changing his stance.
Rigo sighs.
" This is his destiny you can't deny him that"
It took Drew a long time to realize how important this tournament meant to him that's why Rigo told him about it in the first place. Rigo has never seen anyone fight the way he does apart from his father, he wished he had disobeyed his father and left Drew a horse but it was too late now.
The Queen's howdah was here.
The horse riders pulled up to a halt steps away from the dais made for the Queen to stand on. The riders dismounted and one went to open up the door of the howdah. The Queen of Deverous stepped out of the howdah in a blue strapless gown that covered her legs, a coat made out of wolf skin covered her neck down to her arms, medium length brown hair, blue eyes and a fair skin tone.
Everybody present at the meeting went down on their knees to welcome the Queen as she climbed on the dais.
" Rise people of Riccon!" Her voice smooth.
Her royal guard stood at her right hand side, the Queen's hand at her left. The people stood back up.
" People of Riccon. It is my pleasure to stand before your presence today. As you all know the tournament is approaching and just like any other kingdom , I am opportune to pick those who will represent Deverous as fighters of the north. Now I know we don't engage in anything concerned with fighting and warfare but, see this as a way of promoting our fighters both old and new to experience how other kingdoms fight and if by any chance one of our true son's win. Then it will be one of our greatest history in the making" She continued....
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Ancient times ( Book 1)- Blood Vengeance
Fantasía"He's coming" uncle Cyrus said. "And this time he bring's his army". "Who's coming?" Questioned the young boy. "It doesn't matter, what matters is you are the only one who can end him" Cyrus stated looking the boy straight in the eyes.... Centuries...