Kings and Heirs

-Chapter I- -Fell of Erith-

      Once upon a time, there was a city called Erith. The city had beautiful architecture and views. It was a city with beautiful and quiet forests, open rivers, unstoppable trade, precious metals and, most importantly, the family of the king. The city streets were narrow and downhill. Their main street was surrounded by many shops. These streets, housed blacksmiths, libraries, inns, and many theatre stages. There was a footpath leading to the forest at the entrance gate of the city. Hunters often use this route. There were many historical monuments in the city. There was a fountain right in front of the King's Castle. According to legends, even before the city was built, this fountain was made for travelers. Travelers were drunk water from here and resolve their thirst.

The people of this city lived a very happy life. But it didn't take long. "The Dark Lord Zell", built an army for taking over this city. "The Great King Aien" never cared when he heard about it. Because wealth and laziness had blinded him. The army that Zell built, had stood by Erith's gates.

One man aligned the armies. He bravely waited of the enemies to come. As his black long hair revealed flung because of the wind it revealed his angry face. His deep hazel eyes shone brightly. That was the face of "Faelyn Eaglethorne", a true prince among the soldiers. The scar on his right arm was a reminder of the times of his training. His cape and the dark red gloves that he wore was well matched. His boots that were same colored as his gloves were stained with mud. As soon as the enemy soldiers stepped inside the gate of Erith, Faelyn shouted. "Forward!" Faelyn, running from the front and he was tossing his sword. He ignoring the superiority of the number of enemies. The arrows were flying in the air and the swords were clashing. The city of Erith had a strong military, but its numbers were very few. This city, which had two war commanders, was strategically useful. One of the captains was the King's own son, Faelyn. The other captain was the warrior "Oswell Raveneye", who came from a village near the city. Oswell had short, dark brown hair. He was Faelyn's best friend. During his teenage years as a gardener, he was devoted to city soldiers and had come to the city unaware of his family. He trained a lot to be a soldier. While in military service, he was ordained as a war captain because he was very successful in a task he went on. The king himself gave him the silver armor he wore. He removed his sword from his holster and flung it into the battlefield as he took his shield. No matter how close friends they were, Faelyn wasn't like him.

Faelyn had an interest in swords since childhood and he was trained by war captains in the past. In his free time, he loved hunting in the forests near the city. He mastered Two-Handed Swords. He had been a war captain even without a soldier. Even if he was seen as the king of the future, he himself wasn't want to be a king. His wish was to go from this city and live in a deserted place. He thought he can spend his life hunting.

These two captains were fighting shoulder to shoulder on the battlefield. One of them was stunning the enemy with his shield, and the other one was killing them with his sword. While this duo blocking the enemy to come, enemy captains destroyed the gates of Erith. A man appeared in the destroyed gates. The robe he was wearing didn't appear his face, but it was obvious he was their leader. He was slowly moving from the bodies on the ground to the castle where the King was. Three men emerged from behind this robed man. They were his war commanders. Because of the helmets, they were wearing, their faces were unclear. The first of these men were hitting his shield with his mace. And he provoked his opponents. The second person hit the ground with the battle-hammer he was holding and made a show of force. The last war captain was the calmest among them. He had stuck his sword in the ground and was just waiting. It was obvious through his cape that he was a warden. These five battle commanders marched toward each other. Oswell whispered to Faelyn. "I can handle the mace and the hammer. You take the Knight-looking man." Faelyn approved with his head. And so, the war of the war captains began.