It had been two hours since Michael started reading about the ancient enemies of Omnia, a book he had borrowed from the Haven athenaeum. The athenaeum of the North had all the books ever written by lords, elves, and wizards. This book he picked, the ancient enemy of Omnia, because Michael was always interested in the ancient war history of Omnia. The time way before the men of the long lands invaded Omnia, a time where wizards, elves, giants, and dwarves assembled together to fight their foe from the West shadowlands, they were known as the Zills. They dwelled on the shadowlands which was named as the moving continent, which moved itself to lands which had bloodshed, war, and magic, but the Zills were defeated by elves and wizards two thousand years ago, and they were never to come back because magic was no longer practiced by the elves and wizards in Omnia and neither did Omnia had any brutal war that could attract these shadow-landers.
Finally, when the book was at its last page, Michael was interrupted by a knock on the door. ''who is it?'' Michael asked. ''it is Ewon, my prince.'' ''Come in counsellor,'' replied Michael. Counsellor of the king, Ewon Magworth was a tall slim man, who had no sign of hair in his head, yet he had a bushy dark beard, he looked older than the king yet he was in his forties. ''My prince,'' he said bowing down courteously. ''His Majesty has asked your presence in the king's room; he says he has to discuss important matters with the lords.'' ''The lords?'' Michael said with confusion on which lords were attending the council. ''Lords of each kingdom would be present my prince,'' said Ewon. ''Even the southern kingdoms?'' Michael replied with a grin. Ewon smiled at that and said ''A day we would all love to see my lord prince,'' and by that, he left Michael's chambers.
My father has required my presence in the king's room, I need to look presentable for the lords, Michael thought. He grabbed his dark blue haven cloak with three mountains imprinted on it, this cloak was important for Michael to wear because it displayed the Barac-haven banners of his kingdom, and he was proud to wear it. He went to the mirror and brushed his long curly auburn hair. His eyes were green, yet they seemed red around the edges due to constant reading. His dark red shortened beard needed more shaving. He had broad shoulders and was tall for his age, as he was seventeen. I think I look presentable now, he thought as he left his chambers and walked towards the king's room.
The castle of Haven was large in width yet not as tall as the southern king's castle. As Michael walked through the dark grim hallways of the castle with a hint of sunlight, he could hear the noise of the common folk of haven; it had been a pleasant windy day with fathers going out to their duties and mothers going out with their children to buy food from the market. Children were playing beside the castle walls and Michael would seem to remember his own childhood with his cousin brothers, he smiled at that thought. The walls of the castle held tapestries that displayed the great civil war between North and South. The walls were painted black and the floors were white marble, it gave Michael a dull feeling. When he reached the king's, room gate he saw servant maids cleaning the marble floor when they saw the prince they bowed down courteously. ''Ava, how are you?'' Michael asked one of the servant maids who he used to play with, in his childhood. ''I'm doing well my prince'' she said blushingly. She is lying, he thought. Michael could read her beautiful eyes clearly; she has been crying again. She had a smile on her face, yet her eyes were filled with sorrow. Michael wanted to ask her about her sadness but not near other servant maids, instead he said ''well that is good, are the lords inside?''. ''Lord Dale and Lord Nye have been inside since an hour, my prince''. My father has invited me late to the party. ''An hour, well I am late to the council, I better hurry up. Stay safe Ava, Faenor'' he smiled at her and left.
