ã€ŠLions and Ratsã€‹


 Chapter 1: Dark Tidings from Hailgrad

    ¡°Help! Edwin help us!¡± a woman¡¯s voice called out.

    Edwin opened his eyes to a scene of fire spreading all around him. The buildings of his home city crumbled as people ran frantically in the streets.

    ¡°Edwin!¡± the shrill voice repeated.

    ¡°Mom?¡± Edwin¡¯s heart raced as he ran down the city streets.

    People were all running in the opposite direction, but the young man pushed through them toward the voice. Suddenly, a building collapsed next to him and he was tossed down into the rubble.

    Edwin struggled to his feet as he shook off the debris. Everyone was gone and his mother''s voice did not call out anymore. He coughed as he cleared the dust from his eyes. Then he gasped at the sight.

    A large, imposing figure stood in the distance he bore a crown of antlers and he stared intently at Edwin. Then, the figure pointed at him, and thousands of crawling beasts came forward toward Edwin.

    ***

    ¡°No!¡± Edwin shot up in his bed in a cold sweat.

    The young man was all alone in his dower chambers. He laid plain bed with standard white sheets. The only other things in the small room was a stack of books on a worn wooden table.

    Edwin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he steading his breath. After be regained his bearings, he put on his tunic and boots and was out the door.

    The chill morning bit him as he stepped out of a hallway and into an open courtyard. There were a few people awake and walking about. He could smell the enticing scents coming from the bakehouse on the other side of the dirt yard.

    He moved, unnoticed through outer gates and walked alone for a while in a field of long grass tipped with the morning dew. He ran his hands over the green stems and took in the brisk and refreshing morning air. At last, he had made it to his destination right on time.

    The young man stood tall as he looked out over a sea of grass. His deep, brown hair swept up in the breeze, and blue eyes pierced the first rays of morning light. He breathed in the crisp air of an early day as a peaceful silence embraced him. It had become his morning ritual since arriving at Arnorad, the royal training academy of his kingdom, Hailgalad. The young man had spent most of his life in the fortress capital city of Hailgrad, but it was time for him to grow. One day, it would be time for him to lead the kingdom.

    The sudden sound of heavy footsteps broke his meditation. Edwin smiled as he immediately recognized them.

    ¡°Good morning, Charles,¡± he said without looking back to see his childhood friend.

    ¡°Morning, Ed,¡± Charles yawned. After he paused to take in the morning serenity, he continued, ¡°Hard to believe it has already been six months here. Only eighteen to go.¡±

    Edwin laughed as he turned away from the tranquil view to face his friend. Charles stood before him, shorter and more broad than Edwin. He had soft, brown eyes and golden, red hair that lay thickly on his head.

    ¡°I would have thought that access to Hailgalad¡¯s premier collection of books on history and politics would be enough to captivate you for a lifetime, let alone two years.¡±

    ¡°The books and lectures are one thing, it is all this business with battle and war that I find tiresome,¡± Charles countered as he stretched and rubbed his right arm.

    Edwin gave a smile as he remembered the archery training from the night before. Their friend, Johanna, showed them both up, and Charles struggled to hit the target even once. A deep, metallic clang from the academy bell tower shook him from the memory.

    ¡°Time to get going, I suppose,¡± Edwin said as he started for the weathered stone walls of Arnorad.

    As the two walked together in the field, Charles asked his friend, ¡°Why do you come here every morning? The meditation chambers of the academy would be far better suited for you to clear your mind.¡± Charles paused to shoo off a large fly that buzzed around his head. ¡°Regardless, you would be away from all of these pesky and annoying creatures.¡±

    ¡°Such as yourself?¡± Edwin said with a laugh.

    His smile quickly faded as he became more serious. ¡°Being in a family of the royal court, you understand a bit of what it is like to be revered wherever you go. Well, as the son of the king and queen, it is all the more overwhelming. I never felt it as a child, but when I came of age and was preparing to come here, it all piled onto me. I was no longer little Edwin who ran about the castle. I had become Edwin, the future twelfth monarch of Hailgalad. I needed to come here and master the great matters of war, culture, and lore. I needed to be the best of everyone because one day I would lead everyone.¡±

    Edwin explained as he felt the anxiety overwhelm him with every word he spoke. ¡°The more I am here, the more I realize that I am not exceptional at anything. I am completely and utterly average.¡±

    ¡°A good leader must be well-rounded to serve their people,¡± Charles countered.

    Edwin shrugged. He knew in his heart that Charles was not wrong and many good leaders in history were not masters of any particular skill, but the uncertainty remained like a weight around his neck.

    ¡°I come out here to have a few moments alone and to stare across the great, grassy plains of Aeros. They run east to the sea, west past the capital city to the borders of the kingdom, and south to the foothills of the Iron Mountain. Something about the vastness of this world brings me a bit of comfort. It is as if my problems were not so large and daunting,¡± Edwin said as he gave one final look at the landscape.

    After a short walk over the grassy hillside, Edwin and Charles arrived at the academy gates. The robust stone walls parted here to make way for two wooden doors that towered over the ground. They had the wear of many years, but they were cared for with vigilant hands.Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.

    "Morning, Edwin, Charles," said Galnar.

    The two young men looked over to the academy teacher, who taught all about plants and things that grew in the ground. Galnar was an old man. He was bald and had a long white beard with large, bushy eyebrows.

    "Good morning, Galnar," Edwin and Charles said in unison as they nodded in return.

    Normally, Edwin would be addressed as my lord, but all rank of those who came here to learn was stripped upon enrollment. With the stress that weighed on him to become king one day, it was something of which he took advantage while he still could.

    As the young prince and his friend moved through the wide courtyard, they could see a familiar face dancing back and forth as she struck a training dummy with various combinations from her training sword.

    ¡°I see Johanna is getting in another pre-class lesson,¡± Charles said as they saw their friend with Bjorn, the weapons master of the academy.

    ¡°Hey there, champions of archery,¡± she called over to her friends as they caught her eye. ¡°Care for a quick sparing lesson? Our future king needs to become a better swordsman if he is going to protect his lands.¡±

    Without hesitation, Edwin ran over as Charles shouted after him, ¡°You will be late!¡±

    ¡°Charles, you need to learn to relax and live in the moment,¡± Johanna said with a chuckle as she twirled her sword.

    Charles snorted and turned around towards the classrooms as Edwin approached Johanna and Bjorn.

    ¡°One round,¡± Edwin said with a smile as Bjorn handed him a training sword.

    Johanna playfully punched Edwin in the shoulder just as Bjorn stepped between them.

    ¡°Nothing like a morning session to get the mind moving,¡± the large man said in his deep, bellowing voice. ¡°Take your marks.¡±

    The two students stood ten paces from one another. Each gripped their swords tightly and ground their feet into the dirt. Bjorn held his fists high in the air as he gave them both a glance. Then, he dropped his hands to commence the round.

    Johanna came after Edwin with relentless ferocity. She tried landing a flurry of swift blows that Edwin narrowly blocked. He followed up with a shoulder to Johanna¡¯s chest that sent her back.

    ¡°Confident and fierce as ever,¡± Edwin said with a smile.

    ¡°Still reserved and cautious,¡± Johanna shot back with a laugh as she sent another combination of strikes.

    Within moments, they two were breathing heavily. Johanna tried her best to land a hit while Edwin focused on staying with each attack. Then, Johanna gave a high strike, followed by a spin to her knees. The move proved to be too quick, and Edwin was open for a shot to his back.

    ¡°Point!¡± Johanna shouted as she gave an exaggerated bow to her opponent.

    Edwin grunted. The blade was blunt, but the iron still gave a sting as it struck him.

    He shook his head with a smile as he said, ¡°If you spent half as much effort on your studies as you did on your swordsmanship, you could be a great master of lore one day.¡±

    ¡°Where is the fun in that?¡± she retorted. ¡°My future is on the field of battle. I will leave the studies to Charles.¡±

    ¡°For now, you both must be off to class,¡± Bjorn said as he took their weapons.

    With this, Edwin was off to his classroom, with Johanna reluctantly following to her own.

    ***

    The first class of the day for Edwin was on Kingdom Growth and Administration. When the young prince pushed open the worn doors to the classroom, Charles was already seated and busy with his head buried in the class text.

    ¡°Great of you to join us, Edwin,¡± Haelor''s tired, old voice called out. ¡°Please, take a seat.¡±

    Without a word, Edwin sat in the chair next to Charles. He leaned back and wiped the sweat from his brow as he scanned the room. This space was much like the rest of the academy; muted, dark wood colors enveloped the class in a comfortable atmosphere. Ancient maps and other relics of a time forgotten to most hung on the walls. As he steadied his breath, Edwin could hear a commotion in the courtyard. There was some shouting and clopping of hooves, then it ceased.

    Haelor coughed to clear his voice, ¡°To continue, the importance of education for a kingdom. Take this academy, for example. Our first king, Eardred I¡¯s, subjects, were largely farmers and herdsmen. When he formed a confederacy to challenge the high powers of the world, and we won our place in it, our king knew his people needed proper education and training if Hailgalad was to thrive and make its mark. He brought in many scholars who were experts in culture, warfare, and lore and began sending families favored by the crown here for education. In this way, he revolutionized the potential of our kingdom."

    Edwin thumbed through his book as the door to the classroom burst open. Edwin snapped his head back to find Galnar moving hastily towards him.

    It was clear that the teacher had some news that weighed heavily on his mind as he said, ¡°Edwin, please come with me.¡±

    He then turned to the front of the room. ¡°I am sorry, Haelor, I must borrow your pupil for urgent business.¡±

    ¡°Fine, fine,¡± the old man responded and continued droning on with his lecture.

    Edwin looked over to Charles, whose face was stricken with concern about what this could be about. Edwin gave him a nod of reassurance and followed Galnar out of the room.

    Once they were in the cramped hallway, Edwin realized that Galnar was shaking.

    ¡°What is wrong?¡± the prince asked.

    ¡°Three days ago, there was an outbreak of sickness in Hailgrad. It has spread with a speed that no healer has ever seen before. Many people have already fallen ill and passed on,¡± Galnar said with a frantic voice.

    Edwin¡¯s knees buckled, and he fell back into the wall. ¡°What about my parents? Are they still healthy?¡±

    The old man shook his head, ¡°They fell ill last night, and word was sent to the academy at once.¡±

    Edwin lost his breath, and his stomach tied up in knots as he thought about them. Fear circled in his mind as he said, ¡°The healers are working on them. The most skilled of their kind are in the capital. Surely they will be fine.¡±

    Galnar steadied himself and put his hand on Edwin¡¯s shoulder. ¡°The messenger told us that, in this short time, no one who has fallen ill has survived. It is still early, but this is why word was sent for you to return home. It also summoned a few teachers of the academy to help solve this disaster.¡±

    Anxiety washed over him as the prince became dizzy and staggered. Galnar caught Edwin as he tried to regain his bearings. The young man wanted so desperately to be home right now and be by their side. Then, he thought of his friends.

    ¡°What about the royal court? Johanna and Charles¡¯ families?¡±

    ¡°The report was brief, but they did say that Charles¡¯ family has died from the plague,¡± Galnar said with his head bowed. ¡°They did not have news for Johanna.¡±

    Edwin took deep breaths to center himself. A fire glowed within him. Whether it was anger, he did not know, but it pushed him to focus his mind.

    ¡°Have the stable ready our horses and gather Charles and Johanna. In a time such as this, I need them by my side,¡± Edwin ordered.

    Galnar gave a slight bow and was off. Edwin swayed once more, then drew himself up as he shook off the creeping thoughts. With a large breath in and out, he went off to his quarters to pack his belongings.

 Chapter 2: The Road to the Capital

    When Edwin returned to the courtyard, the horses were all saddled and supplied. Charles was rummaging through bags.

    Probably conducting a third check to make sure he had everything that we would ever need, Edwin thought with a slight smile.

    Edwin placed his hand on Charles¡¯ shoulder, and the young man broke down in tears. The two friends embraced tightly. For Edwin, he did not realize how much he needed this as some of the anxiety fell away from his mind.

    ¡°I am sorry,¡± Edwin said solemnly.

    Edwin wished to say more, but the words did not come. He could not imagine the pain that his friend was going through, and all he could do was be there for him in this moment.

    ¡°I am sorry to hear about your parents. I hope to Areandel for their speedy recovery,¡± Charles said with a wavering voice as he wiped his face.

    Johanna stood next to her horse, Galeor, with a forced smile for Edwin.

    ¡°Thank you for bringing us along,¡± she said in a quiet voice as they embraced.

    ¡°We have done everything together since we were children running about the palace grounds and fields of Aeros. Since we came here together, it is only fitting we ride home together,¡± Edwin said as he threw his pack on his horse. ¡°Besides, I can only imagine what darkness waits for us at Hailgrad. I am glad to have my two dearest friends with me.¡±

    ¡°Why do you always insist on wearing armor?¡± Charles asked Johanna, clearly trying to change the subject from the dark thoughts in his mind. ¡°You know there is no need for this type of protection on our road.¡±

    Johanna shrugged. She was dressed in her light, steel armor. It was covered by a short, red tunic that had the Hailgalad symbol of a white horse in the center of it.

    ¡°One should always be prepared when the time inevitably comes,¡± she responded.

    The courtyard was painted with an orange hue by the sun that was still rising in the sky as they packed the final necessities onto their horses. As the party exited the academy gates, Edwin took a moment to breathe in the sweet aroma coming in from the fields. He knew this might be the last moment of calm they would have for many days, and he wished to drag it out as long as possible. This serenity, however, could not last.

    At the gates, three prominent figures of the academy, Lars, Thinobrad, and Galnar, sat waiting for their pupils.

    ¡°Come on, you two,¡± Johanna yelled as she reared her horse. ¡°The morning is getting old, and we must be off. If we hurry, we may arrive at the palace before the day is through.¡±

    With this, the six companions began their ride to the capital city of Hailgrad.

    ***

    The road from the academy to the capital was well-maintained. By most accounts, the ride was a long day''s worth, allowing for a few breaks. It ran west, then north, along with the Frostfall River.

    This great river started far away in the high, northern reaches of the world, known as the White Mountains. Their jagged peaks pierced the Northern sky as they stood tall and resolute beyond the border of Hailgalad. The river then bubbled and foamed until it flowed out into the great Eastern Sea. On its journey, the river ran past the fortress town of Frostwatch through the capital and academy. Near the capital, the river fed the two large lakes that guarded the Northwest and southwest of Hailgrad¡¯s outer walls, known as the Noorden in the North and Zuiden in the South.

    Along the cobblestone road, many small farms and communities tended to horses and other livestock. This land around the Frostfall was rich due to the minerals carried down from the northern mountains. The great crop yield produced here provided quality substance for the animals.

    Edwin was always drawn to the quiet in the countryside of the kingdom. Time seemed to stand still, unmoved by the bustling capital that lay upriver less than a day''s ride from them. To him, they seemed free of all care, at least the struggles that plagued his mind.

    After some hours, Edwin could feel his horse, Aneorthor, begin to labor a great deal. Johanna had initially pushed the company out of the academy, but Edwin¡¯s fear for his parents drove him past her. His horse could feel the prince¡¯s anxiety radiate off of him, which coaxed the animal to its limit. At this rate, the others only hoped to stay close to his pace.

    As he rounded another bend, his horse slowed to a trot. Edwin took a moment to breathe deeply to try to quiet his mind as the midday sun bathed him in warm light.

    "Easy boy," the young man leaned over and patted his horse. "I am sorry for pushing you." Aneorthor snorted in response.

    As Edwin stopped, Johanna''s horse came stomping up to him. She shot him a look as the others lagged even further behind.

    ¡°If we all had horses of royal stock, we may be able to keep your speed. Besides, the professors are not young men, and it looks like it has been some time since they have ridden out from the academy walls,¡± Johanna shouted as she panted.

    Edwin looked down at Aneorthor, who stood proud and strong in the morning light. He was distinct from Johanna¡¯s steed, descending from a bloodline of Eardred, the first King of Hailgalad''s horse, Masufeld.

    These horses were meant for the royal family, generals, and the fortunate few others that the line was gifted. It was said that the people of Hailgalad had a special connection with their mounts that allowed the animals to grow to their fullest potential in intelligence, strength, and speed. It was these great horses that allowed Eardred to conquer and unite these lands under one banner. They had helped to keep Hailgalad''s lands safe for many years since.

    ¡°How far would you say we have ridden,¡± Edwin inquired, ignoring the look.

    ¡°We are approaching the halfway mark, Ed,¡± Johanna panted. ¡°There was a stone marker just back past the last bend.¡±

    ¡°I am sorry, we should have stopped sooner. My parents weigh heavily on my mind, and I wish so desperately to be there now.¡± Edwin said as his eyes were fixed on the road to Hailgrad. ¡°We will stop for a while with midday approaching.¡±

    Johanna looked at him thoughtfully. ¡°I understand. I am sure you heard, but no word has come from my family.¡±

    She paused, also looking down to the road, as she continued, ¡°After hearing the news from Lars, I fear the worst.¡±

    After they were all caught up, the group left the road to a grove of trees about a hundred feet away. Thinobrad began to make a fire, and Galnar prepared some meat to cook a small lunch for the company. Edwin found a large tree to lean back and think. Charles nibbled on some heinbrood, a hardy bread mainly used for long journeys on the road or in the wilderness.

    He was never far from a snack. It wouldn¡¯t be proper to go on starving if it could be avoided, he would always say. Edwin smiled and shook his head. In all this time, he still had his appetite. He offered some to Edwin, but the prince shook his head and put up a hand.

    ¡°Suit yourself, Ed. I could never get enough of this stuff. Especially the crunch Lotte from the academy bake house gets in it," said Charles gleefully.

    ¡°It¡¯s your move, Charles,¡± Johanna said impatiently.

    Charles shot a glance and continued to stare at the board. Johanna and Charles were across the way playing an involved game of chespel, a version of what is called chess in other kingdoms. Hailgalad had adopted the game and changed it to incorporate more cavalry pieces and a larger board for ¡®more strategic opportunities.¡¯ This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

    Johanna was a gifted tactician and excelled in the strategy classes at the academy. She hoped to one day be a great general leading the army into battle at the behest of Edwin as king. She was brilliant but often impatient with others who did not meet her match in competition.

    Charles stroked his face, which made a contorted look as if he was being tortured. The young man was being slowly constricted into a suffocating trap. Edwin could see it. Although he did not have a passion for battlefield tactics, he did have an eye for them. Johanna had a smug grin as she was tightening the noose.

    Edwin walked over and nudged Charles with his knee. ¡°You know, they do say it is important to make sure your cavalry are out in the field first, wouldn¡¯t you say, Charles?¡± Edwin said with a smile.

    ¡°Hmm,¡± murmured Charles.

    He was evidently too involved in trying to wiggle out of the trap that he did not get the hint. After a few more grunts, he made his move.

    Johanna rolled her eyes and smiled. She then delivered the final blow to finish the game. Charles let out a heavy sigh, and Johanna smiled as she crossed her arms.

    ¡°Better luck next time, Charles. Now, Galnar, if you would be so kind as to get me some of the delicious meal you have been cooking up. Winning is hungry work, after all.¡±

    Edwin and the others chuckled. It was customary to take a victory lap after a decisive win, and Charles did the same when he bested her in their classes on lore and culture.

    She then turned to Edwin, ¡°You should be ashamed at that lacking attempt to help him. I see what you were trying to do, but it would only have saved him for another two turns. My victory was inevitable, no need for desperate moves.¡±

    ¡°Desperate moves are necessary if they are the only moves on the board,¡± replied Edwin with a shrug. ¡°Come on, let us get some food.¡±

    The group sat and ate mostly in silence. With the game of chespel over, the group''s thoughts turned to the tragedy unfolding at the capital. Edwin started away, to the distance. Just outside the grove, there were small cottages with puffs of white smoke from their chimneys. The view from here seemed so quiet and peaceful.

    Then, Charles broke through the quiet air, ¡°I wonder if this terrible plague is just in the capital or if the sickness is in other towns of the kingdom. Are Mendale, Javailty, or the Iron Mountain suffering the same fate?¡±

    ¡°We are not sure,¡± broke in Lars.

    He was an older man with long, brown hair and a beard that was streaked with grey. He looked at his pupil with his soft, blue eyes. Lars was the chief among the heads of the academy. He had a vast knowledge of lore and history and was thus summoned by the king and queen for council.

    After a moment of thought, he continued, ¡°News does not travel quickly, and we have all heard the latest that could be told from the capital. Our academy is the settlement most near to the great city, and many come and go from each place for news and supplies. Since it has not spread from the capital to the academy, I doubt it would have reached the other cities.¡±

    ¡°Do we know how it started? From the water, perhaps? The river may have gone ill?¡± Charles inquired, leaning in closer as he peppered Lars with questions.

    ¡°You do not know your geography if you consider that, Charles,¡± Lars said with a smile. ¡°We drink from the Frostfall in the academy, the same as the capital, and the water takes less than a day to reach us from there. Surely, if the water was stained, we would have also fallen to the same fate. Nevertheless, there will be a great deal to sort out.¡±

    Lars paused and gave a deep sigh as he continued, ¡°It is incredible so many people have already been lost. Even if it were to be stopped today, the damage would leave permanent scars on our kingdom. I imagine King Edward and Queen Melanie have recalled Baldric and the royal army from the border dispute they were deployed for on the western part of the kingdom.¡±

    ¡°Those Vaelorans have been a real problem as of late, trying to snatch up their neighboring kingdom¡¯s lands when they are not aware. They have always been bitter ever since Hailgalad won its independence from their grasp. It is truly amazing that they have not started a multi-kingdom war at this point." Galnar''s voice grew hot.

    He paused and shook his head, "No matter, this plague has changed things. Baldric will be needed in the heart of the kingdom to ensure peace and order are maintained in and around the city. I am sure the people will be delighted to see you return, Edwin.¡±

    Galnar looked over to Edwin and smiled.

    Edwin forced a half-smile, but he said nothing and continued to gaze deeply at the fire. His eyes narrowed hard as he thought. There was too much unknown for questions and fretting. All he wanted was to be home with his parents to help them get better from this sickness. His family and friends were all that weighed on his mind.

    Let the others worry about these large concerns; I could not care less, he thought.

    ¡°It is the way of things,¡± Thinobrad closed the conversation. ¡°Those who have tasted power shall look to hold onto it as tightly as possible. Those who see it from afar are forever drawn to its lure.¡±

    ***

    After a short time had passed, the group had eaten and rested properly. More importantly, the horses had munched on the grassy fields and looked eager to carry their masters the rest of the way to Hailgrad.

    A fire to see his home and his parents began to burn brightly in Edwin. It was an urge that seemed to invigorate him and drive him forward with unceasing passion. They mounted their horses and rode on at an easier pace so as not to exhaust their steeds.

    As they clopped along, Galnar began to sing a common riding tune called Riders in the Fields of Grass.

    Riders in the Fields of Grass,

    Lend me here, your shining brass.

    As we ride in the shining light,

    With our armor glinting bright.

    Come ride with me to glory,

    Help me write our story.

    Onward for the king,

    His rule is fair as the angels sing.

    Onward for the Queen,

    Her rule shines with the greatest sheen.

    For Hailgalad, we ride for thee,

    May your reign forever be.

    Riders in the Fields of Grass,

    Come and form the joyful mass.

    Sing with me while the morning lasts,

    Trumpeters join in with merry blasts.

    Come ride with me to glory,

    Help me write our story.

    The group sang the many rounds of the song as the trail continued under the bright sun. Their spirits were lifted, and they smiled as the song and the morning sunshine melted their fears. Here, the river began to widen, and trees crowded the countryside in splendid numbers. These were signs that the great city was close.

    "Only a few turns left!" said Edwin excitedly.

    After a bend in the road, the group saw a cluster of five soldiers in bright, silver-plated armor atop horses. They wore deep-red tunics that symbolized they were members of the royal army. There were some hastily built wooden barricades on the road, and two white canvas tents were pitched on the right side of the path. As the company approached, the soldiers turned to confront them.

    ¡°Halt,¡± one said. ¡°By order of the king and queen, no one is allowed to enter the capital. From here to the gates, there are permitted areas where you can set your camp until it is safe to enter the city. When you come to the fields, stay away from the red tents against the city walls. These are places of healing where the recovering sick are housed. Now, let us see some papers for identification.¡±

    ¡°So there are some who have recovered from the illness?¡± Lars asked in a surprised and encouraged tone.

    The guard stepped his horse forward and scowled.

    Lars shook his head to refocus on the soldier''s question. ¡°My apologies, I am Lars, one of the chief teachers of the Arnorad Academy. With me are heirs of two royal court houses and Prince Edwin, son of the king and queen.¡±

    The guards looked amazed at the group. They quickly jumped from their horses and scrambled to declutter the road. They then stood at either side of the company with their heads bowed and right fists over their hearts.

    ¡°My apologies, my lord. Right this way,¡± said the guard. ¡°Although I must insist that only Prince Edwin be allowed to pass the gates by order of the king and queen.¡±

    ¡°Thank you for your concern,¡± said Edwin, ¡°but all those that accompany me shall pass through the walls if they wish to risk this illness.¡±

    ¡°Of course,¡± the guard conceded and stood in silence.

    With this, the group moved on past the guards and up the steep, wooded hill. Edwin knew this hill. It was the last hurdle before seeing the grand city of Hailgrad. Between them and the city would be beautiful farm fields filled with wheat and livestock. They were peppered with quaint homes that produced small puffs of smoke from their fireplaces. It was always a sharp contrast to the large, sprawling city of Hailgrad.

    "Ah Hailgrad," Edwin found himself moved to words, "the grand buildings of white stone and beautiful birch roofs. The banners were bright and soaring on thick stone walls a hundred feet from the ground. Sterling silver guards at attention, and thousands of happy people milling about on their daily work. It is a city worth the presence of Areandel if ever there was one."

 Chapter 3: The Fields of Aeros

    The fields before Hailgrad were strewn with a random assortment of tents and several hundred campfires. Red encampments clung to the city walls in the distance like the cobwebs of an old attic. Smoke processed in long columns above the city and surrounding fields. Edwin looked on in dismay at the scene.

    ¡°By Areandel,¡± Lars sighed in a faint voice. Thinobrad and Galnar muttered to one another, concern hanging heavily on their voices.

    ¡°It looks as though the city has endured a long siege,¡± Johanna gasped. ¡°How could this have happened in only three days?

    Edwin did not disagree. The thousands of refugees looked to be a vast army of besiegers that set fire to the surrounding lands. It was, however, no time to stand in wonder, and Edwin felt an ache to see his home and his parents.

    ¡°Let us go and see what we can,¡± he was finally able to get out.

    They rode off in a quick, tight column. Edwin felt a heavy dread on him as they pushed forward. It was a weighted feeling that seemed to drag him and his companions down. The air was dense and musty. It hung in the sky like a thick blanket. What was usually a quick gallop to the gates seemed like a march through thick swampland.

    Even the people looked foreign to the prince. He knew they were people of Hailgalad, but the strange air and mist seemed to mask their faces. Not six months ago, he rode openly under fresh, wholesome air with Johanna and Charles. It now looked to be the devastated fields of some forgotten land.

    After some time, Lars broke through the heavy air, "Edwin, the night is getting on, we should consider making camp for the evening."

    In a typical journey from Arnorad to Hailgrad, one could make the journey in one day. If they left at first light, then they would arrive at the royal palace gates just after nightfall. However, this journey seemed to take much longer.

    Edwin had wanted to push the company on even though they were weary from the nameless weight.

    "It is not much further," Edwin panted. "We can make it. In the end, we will all be happier if we push on."

    Lars continued to urge the prince to wait until morning. In his estimation, ¡°With the king and queen ill, they are most likely at rest, and you would not be able to sit with them until the morning.¡±

    Lars paused and looked around nervously, ¡°I have also felt a deep dread across these lands, and the people are restless. I imagine the journey is plenty safe, but I would feel best if his majesty took the road by day. With this atmosphere around us, I doubt we will make quick time anyway.¡±

    After a good deal of resistance from Edwin, the group made their camp at the banks of the Frostfall, a short way away from the nearby inn and local homes. They could see the establishment called the Riverbrook Inn, surrounded by small tents.

    "Remember our journey to the academy, Edwin, Johanna?" Charles asked, trying to forget the ominous feeling that seemed to pull at his heart. "There is the Riverbrook Inn, where we stayed for a pint. Not a care in the world, sipping on the best brews in or around Hailgrad."

    The three started at the inn longingly. The warm light was so inviting at the time, but now it was dark and shrouded with an ominous mist. The buildings were surrounded by restless, scared people who, Edwin guessed, wanted nothing more than to be in their homes.

    "These people had most likely been out of the city at the time of the outbreak and are now not allowed to re-enter the capital," said Thinobrad, staring at the refugees that clustered around the small group of buildings. "With this restlessness, it may be best to remain unseen until the morning. This dense fog rolling in will provide us with cover for tonight, and we can approach the gates in the morning. The morning light may reveal many anxieties to be nothing more than just false worries."

    Edwin sat, stewing in his mind, as anxious thoughts crept back in with a prying reach, ¡°Lars, did you say that you felt a sense of dread as we reached the fields?¡±

    ¡°Yes, you feel it as well, Edwin?¡± Lars asked as he wiped his brow, where a combination of sweat and water from the dense fog was clinging.

    Edwin paused as he gazed into the flames. ¡°I do. It''s a heaviness that makes me weary like I have never been before. We have never had a great sickness in my time, is this feeling common?¡±

    ¡°There is always great tension when death is involved. Areandel¡¯s light is obscured when great tragedy is caused, but I have not read any accounts of this happening before, no,¡± Lars trailed off as he, too, stared into the fire.

    ¡°Ed, I think I may have a theory,¡± Charles said in an unsure tone. ¡°In my time at the academy, I was very interested in our history. One part of history that struck me is magic. It is said that when a person uses magic for evil purposes, it gives off an unfriendly feeling to all those near it. Is it possible that someone has cast something terrible on our capital, possibly Vaelor or another rival kingdom?¡±

    ¡°Lars,¡± Edwin looked over to Lars inquisitively while Johanna scoffed.

    ¡°Well,¡± Lars started. ¡°This is not my area of expertise. I would have to pass that to Thinobrad, who is our chief authority on magic at the academy."

    Thinobrad sat for a while and stroked his long, brown beard.

    After a time, he spoke in his deep voice, "I will say it is not as far-fetched as your friend Johanna might think. As you know, we do have individuals that can conjure magic. There is the ancient order of the White Hand in Javailty, but their number has been dwindling over time. For the most part, people use these abilities to enhance their strength, much like Hailgalad¡¯s chief general Baldric, who has learned to channel sorcery to fortify his power in battle or those that can call upon magical powers to heal. Even Edwin¡¯s family is rumored to have magical ties. It is said that the king can draw upon magic to focus his mind when devising strategies. I know of this type because I, too, can use magic to fortify my mind. The real question is for someone to have the power to conjure this, it would take sorcery unknown to our world.¡±

    The older man took a moment to pause in thought before continuing, "In our history, we are unsure whether some of the acts are not embellished for the grandeur of our ancestors. The people of our time have also lost much of the magical abilities of the past, that is to be sure. Many known feats and landmarks were built by great wizards of the past. That power has not been seen in our kingdom for some lifetimes of our people. Why Areandel has taken these powers from us, I am not sure. Maybe it is that the people of this world are undeserving, but that is not for me to judge. Nevertheless, I do not think this could be so.¡±

    ¡°But, if we know it has happened in the past, why can it not be so now?¡± Charles postulated.

    ¡°Alright, let us break this down,¡± said Thinobrad as he shifted to face Charles. ¡°Say you are right, Charles, say Vaelor has these magicians at the ready. Why have they not used them in the long border war between them and Hailgalad over these years? Why reveal this power now? The logic does not make sense. The most likely answer to this riddle is that goods came from the East and the shipping docks in Mendale. They take in food and other supplies from over the sea and from many strange lands largely unknown to us. It may be the case there is a sickness there, but let us not think of the worst.¡±

    ¡°Come on now,¡± Johanna inserted sharply. ¡°Let us end this talk. There is enough of this heavy aura around us without your theories of magic and evil. We have to deal with what is in front of us in the real world and not your books.¡±

    At that moment, a twig broke. Johanna jumped to her feet, sword at the ready, as an arrow whistled into the camp. It glanced off her armor and was followed by a volley of arrows. Thinobrad leaped forward and shouted skeldio. A blue wall of light flashed in front of the group and blocked the incoming projectiles.

    Edwin kicked the fire over to smother it. They would be easy targets like flies around a torch with it ablaze. Charles, Edwin, and Johanna formed up tight, each with their sword and shield in hand. Charles and Edwin held their shields close to their bodies because, unlike Johanna, they were unarmored. Lars knelt close to the ground to tend to Galnar, who was struck by the volley. Thinobrad stood with his unarmed hands up, ready to cast another spell. Edwin felt a strange sense of strength that he somehow sensed was coming from Thinobrad. After the hail of arrows, silence gripped the dark, foggy night. Then came the onslaught.

    Ten people rushed out of the long grass and into the clearing. They yelled in deep, raspy tones. The three friends gathered in a short shield wall and lunged forward. The initial charge by the assailants came with terrifying strength. Edwin and Johanna, who were lighter in build, were thrown to the ground, but not before Johanna delivered a fatal wound to the man who faced her. Charles had managed to hold his ground and push two of the people back. Another came up to challenge Charles but was stabbed by Lars, who had come to his aide. Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.

    Johanna jumped quickly to her feet and dispatched two more attackers. Edwin regained his footing when he was immediately slammed to the ground. He was on his back with a man right on him, pressing his weight into Edwin¡¯s chest.

    Two large, strong hands grabbed Edwin''s neck and began to crush all the air from his body. Edwin tried to center himself and remain calm as he reached for a knife from his belt. He barely got a hold of it as he ran it through the man¡¯s side.

    In that instant, Johanna kicked the man over, who fell limp to the ground. Edwin rose to find their attackers were vanquished, and those that survived had run off. All was again silent, save for the crackling embers of the smothered fire. Just as quickly as it started, it was finished.

    As Edwin scanned the area, he saw Lars knelt by Thinobrad, who lay in silence. The prince went over to them to find that Thinobrad had been stabbed in his side and had died. Not far from him, Galnar lay, pierced with two arrows.

    ¡°He saved our lives,¡± Edwin said. ¡°That volley of arrows would certainly have been our end if he had not protected us.¡±

    Lars drew himself up. It was clear he was trying to hold back his emotions.

    ¡°They were good men, some of the best our kingdom has to offer.¡± After a moment of silence, he continued, ¡°These days exact a heavy toll.¡±

    The four companions sat there in silence for a time. For each, it was their first time in real life or death combat, and it was a horrifying experience. Edwin had always heard valiant stories of battles and great deeds, but this felt sickening and left him feeling hollow. He looked down at his blade and hands that were covered in blood and realized he was shaking. He looked around to see the others were also staring at their hands. Each went in silence to the river to wash quickly and gather themselves.

    When he returned to camp, the dying fire gave a red glow to the scene as Edwin surveyed the fallen. After some deep breaths, he was finally able to find his voice.

    ¡°These attackers, I have not seen people dressed like this in these lands. This garb seems primitive and ragged. Who could they be, and where did they come from?¡±

    Lars stood up from tending to his two friends and looked around.

    ¡°They appear to be dressed in the fashion of the northfolk tribes of the White Mountains, but how they got here, I could not guess. The border is many leagues from here, and they would have had to travel past Frostwatch and other small villages and forts to reach these fields.¡±

    ¡°With only ten, they would have moved with haste and kept out of the view of our people,¡± added Johanna. ¡°We did fare better than to be expected. They may have been exhausted by the long journey.¡±

    ¡°This cannot be a coincidence. I wonder if they were after Edwin.¡± Charles said, a bit shaken up. ¡°This could be connected to the illness. When else have there been raiders in this land?"

    "Preposterous," said Johanna. "How could anyone know he would be here at this time?"

    Edwin looked north in the black, haze-filled sky. He pictured the snow-covered foothills of their Northern border and wondered if this attack was connected to the illness.

    Could Charles be right? Could there be a plot to destroy his family¡¯s kingdom? He shook his head to smother the thoughts.

    ¡°There is no time for talk, this we can have later. We do not know where they came from. Whether they came on their own or were hired mercenaries sent to kill me or anyone else in these fields. What we must do at this moment is reach the palace. It is only a few hour''s ride through the fields and city, even with the heaviness of the land. Regardless, I fear the lands are not safe for sleep. Let us first say some words for Thinobrad and Galnar. We will send a party of soldiers to collect them for proper burial and gather the attackers so we may better understand this riddle.¡±

    ¡°Agreed, my prince,¡± Lars affirmed, and they were off in moments, disappearing into the deepening night.

    ***

    After two hours of uneasy riding, the party was in sight of the grand city gates. The ride had been difficult, but the company was left alone for the rest of the journey.

    As they approached the walls, fires burned brightly atop two massive turrets that anchored the sides of a heavy birch wood gate. Soldiers walked high on the walls, partially shielded by the parapet.

    The gate was fixed together with iron and was set with an iron-forged mural of a host of cavalry riding to battle. Some say the first king¡¯s general of the guard, Kaeofrond, set a magic seal of strengthening to the four outer gates of the city. All enemies to come before it are filled with a great unease, and all allies that are near are given courage as if they had a great host of ten thousand soldiers. Edwin drew in his breath and felt refreshed by the sight of them. They had finally arrived.

    As they closed in on the gates, the company passed the tents that clung to the city walls. They were red, indicating that they were for medical use.

    "I have seen these types of tents on the outskirts of battlefields when I accompanied my father to the aftermath of battles," Edwin said to the group. He felt that he almost had to yell to cut through the thick air. "But I have never seen them this close to Hailgrad."

    "There hasn''t been a battle before these gates for many long decades," Lars started. "Not since the Vaelorans pushed newly formed Hailgalad and our second monarch, Eardred II, to the brink."

    They could hear coughing and groans coming from the tents that stretched far into the dark distance. Faint glowing green lights of healers working away could also be seen in the tents.

    ¡°There must be hundreds or thousands of people sick,¡± gasped Charles.

    ¡°Hey, who goes there?¡± A sudden booming voice cut through the night. It came from atop the gate. ¡°Due to the sickness, no one is allowed in or out, save people with urgent business directed by the king and queen. Now, state your business.¡±

    ¡°This is Edwin, son of Edward and Melanie, here to see the king and queen. I am Lars, a chief teacher at Arnorad. We also bring two pupils and advisors of the prince. They are Johanna, daughter of Johnathan, and Charles, son of Klaas. Their families are members of the royal court."

    ¡°My prince! Open the gates! Soldiers, ready positions!¡± the guard shouted.

    With that command, the gates swung open with a heavy groan. Suddenly, Edwin heard the rush of feet behind them. Soldiers came shuffling past the rider, forming a shield wall.

    ¡°Come on, get inside!¡±

    Edwin, Charles, Johanna, and Lars hurried their horses in as the soldiers pushed a group of people back. As the four made it in, the soldiers gave ground and retreated behind the gates. With a booming thud, they were closed.

    ¡°What is going on here?¡± Edwin shouted angrily. ¡°Our fellow Hailgaladrians being treated like enemies to be repelled? We need to help them.¡±

    ¡°They are being helped, my prince.¡± A hoarse voice emerged from the door that led to the top of the gate. ¡°By order of the king and queen, all people outside the gate at the time of the illness are to be kept out, and all those in are to be kept in. They seek safety from this accursed sickness, but it has been more terrible within these walls.¡±

    A man emerged from the hazy darkness, dressed in the standard garb of a person of rank in the army. This included silver-plated armor with a black tunic covering the chest plate. The tunic carried the white horse emblem, which was the seal of the royal house.

    He gestured his hand to the left. ¡°We have created a pulley system on the Southern end of the wall to exchange supplies with the guards charged with patrolling the outer fields. They have been sending us food, and we have been sending them supplies to build temporary dwellings and stock medical tents.¡±

    ¡°What is your name, soldier?¡± questioned Edwin.

    ¡°I am Halgreth, captain of the outer gates of the city. This night marks the first full day of my charge. As the last remaining officer at the gate with real experience in war, I was given the title.¡±

    He paused thoughtfully with a sigh as he ran his hand through his shaggy black hair. He held a short pipe in his hand that smoldered with aromatic leaves.

    ¡°This tragedy has taken many lives,¡± he sighed.

    ¡°Do we know how it is spreading?¡± asked Charles. ¡°What has been most effective in staving off the sickness?¡±

    ¡°My business is walls and supplies; I do not begin to know the ways of medicine and healing. You may find better news at the palace. I will say we know many who have died even though they stayed away from others and in their homes. Some say it is the judgment of Areandel, so there is nothing that is to be done.¡±

    The people that were kept outside the gate had been banging on it and shouting. After a short time, they seemed to give up and disperse. The quiet dread still hung thickly in the air.

    ¡°We must be going, my prince,¡± Lars inserted.

    ¡°Let me spare four of my guards to escort you, my prince. These streets have been unpredictable as of late, especially after dark.¡±

    ¡°Very well,¡± Edwin agreed. ¡°I do have another task for you. We were ambushed by strange people about a league southeast of here, near Riverbrook Inn. There, two of our companions fell, and a few of the assailants lay dead. Bring the men, Thinobrad and Galnar, to the palace for proper burial. Bring the attackers, their supplies, and garb for inspection to the royal house as well. We need to know who they are and what steps we need to take. Be sure to spread this news to the guards in the fields. We need to keep our people safe.¡±

    ¡°Enemies in the fields of Hailgrad running free? I never thought I would see the day. It shall be done at once. I wish you well, and I hope my king and queen are still in good health,¡± Halgreth said with a bow and put his right fist over his heart.

    Edwin felt uneasy as he remembered his parents. It was evident the kingdom did not yet know they, too, had fallen ill.

    ¡°Thank you, Halgreth. Areandel give you strength.¡± Edwin bowed his head slightly and put his right fist over his heart.

    Then, the four, accompanied by four tower guards, turned towards the palace and started on the wide city path.

 Chapter 4: The City of Hailgrad

    The ominous, dark haze still hung heavily in the air, but even that could not mask the city''s beauty to Edwin. The road leading up through the city was wide enough for ten horses to walk abreast. It was paved with white bricks, and elaborate metal lamplights lined the path. Many of these had burned out, but there was still ample light to fill the road. On either side of the path, there were white buildings with birch wood roofs, much to the fashion of the palace. Some were family homes, and others were larger inns and workshops for smiths and tailors.

    Dispersed between the buildings, one could find a great many marketplaces and gathering areas around the capital. In the light of day, there was always a constant chatter of busy people going about their business and wagons moving every which way. Edwin thought of the bustling city and the white stone walls that would glisten in the morning light.

    Seeing the downtrodden group and feeling his anxieties bubbling up to his head, Charles started to talk, "Did you know the stone of this city had been cut from a large canyon system five leagues to the northeast of Hailgrad? For the wood, birch was deemed the wood of choice for aesthetic purposes, and it is thought to have divine qualities. It was also the most plentiful tree in the forests that lined the Frostfall in this part of the kingdom. There had been an expansive grove where Hailgrad now stands. This forest is survived by a number of trees sprouting from the white stone throughout the capital."

    "Yes, yes, Professor Charles, thank you for repeating what we learned at the academy," Johanna sighed.

    The young woman was not in the talking mood. It was clear the worry of her family dragged her down.

    "I am just saying, it is quite impressive if you think about it," Charles shrugged and trailed off.

    Edwin smiled with a shake of his head and remained staring at the city as they plotted on. Beautifully carved buildings stood resolute in the dead of night. Leafy vines crawled up the walls of many of the structures, giving a natural break in the great masonry works.

    The group continued down the main road. The only sound that could be heard was the clip-clop of their horses on the stone. Most of the city was quiet and shadowed with a strange haze. Only a few lit windows peppered the dark expanse of buildings.

    At the end of the main road, the company came to the inner wall, where they were given clearance by the guards. Large braziers high on the thick stone walls spilled light into the street before them to reveal the gate was already open. It was made much in the fashion of the outer gate to their south; only this one was much smaller. It was clear the chief worry of the city guards was the main outer gate, and those in the city could still move freely. Their numbers at the inner gate were sparse, and only seven soldiers manned this checkpoint. Upon the pronouncement that the prince had arrived home, the group immediately bowed and placed their right fists over their hearts. Edwin bowed in return and thanked them for protecting their city.

    ¡°The city has never been so quiet in all my visits,¡± said Lars as they continued onward. ¡°Even at this hour, there would be smithies at work and travelers coming from distant lands.¡± He paused for a moment and then said with a sigh, ¡°Areandel help us.¡±

    The rest of the company remained silent. The anxious atmosphere seemed to keep them from speaking openly too often. It was as if the dark houses held ominous beings with prying ears. Edwin shifted nervously in his saddle. What happened to his home that always felt so inviting and warm?

    After the inner gate was passed, the city turned into a larger workshop and specialized trades district. The buildings were considerably taller, some three or four stories high. Again, all was silent except for some dispersed lights amongst the buildings. It is here that the path narrowed and began to climb in a switchback formation, which ended at a plateau. At the top was the palace and final fortress gates.

    This hill was home to many of the extravagant villas owned by the royal court. These were the oldest homes that were some of the first to make this city, long before Hailgrad was the capital of a kingdom. They had been modified and expanded upon, much like the palace, as Hailgalad grew in influence and power. These places had always been kindly gathering places to many of the city, but now they stood silent as watchful sentinels atop a hill.

    Without a word, Johanna snapped the reigns of her horse and began to gallop up the road. She was quickly gone from sight, and only the clop of her horse''s hooves could be heard in the distance.

    ¡°Where is she off to?¡± asked Lars with a twinge of concern in his voice.

    ¡°We are approaching from the southeastern road. Johanna¡¯s family home is on this path.¡± Charles answered. ¡°She did not receive news about her family before we left the academy.¡±

    ¡°I hope she receives good news, but it seems to be in short supply today,¡± sighed Lars. ¡°Charles, I have not yet said, but I am sorry for your loss. Your parents were great people. As you know, me and your father grew up together. Klaas was a great man, and I will miss him dearly.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, Lars,¡± Charles said solemnly. He was clearly trying to hold himself together as they rode on.

    Edwin looked at Charles'' solemn face. ¡°If you need to go to your home, I can have two guards escort you to the western road.¡±

    ¡°There may be a time for that soon, but for now, you need me, Ed. Hopefully, the king and queen are recovering, and I can do my part for this city. Besides, I don''t have anything to go back to.¡± Charles hung his head as they carried on. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

    ¡°I believe before this ordeal is over, we will all have a part to play in this kingdom¡¯s future,¡± Lars said, deep in thought.

    ***

    The group came to Galeor, Johanna¡¯s horse, who was standing alone. In front of the horse was a large home of beautifully carved stone and vines falling from the roof. Two large trees stood on either side of the walkway to the front door. It was there that Johanna sat on her knees with her head down. She had a paper in her hand.

    Edwin and Charles got off their horses and walked over to her, taking a knee next to their friend. Edwin grabbed the paper, which read: Residents found deceased on the 15th day of September. Taken to palace grounds for cremation.

    ¡°I am sorry, Johanna.¡± Edwin put his hand on her shoulder.

    ¡°This is how we are told of the death of our loved ones!¡± Johanna shouted. ¡°Hastily written notes nailed to our doors. They are worth more than to be taken away and burned.¡±

    ¡°My lords,¡± a guard started reactively, then pulled back and fell silent.

    Edwin looked over to him and nodded for the guard to continue, ¡°If I may, the guards of the city have been tasked with going door to door to find lost people. Tending to the sick and helping to give the dead the dignity they deserve. With respect, it is dangerous, and many have caught the illness carrying these duties out. They have seen so much death these last days it has shaken them. Please do not take this note for disrespect and harshness.¡±

    Johanna and Charles did not respond to the guard. It was clear the true gravity of their losses was finally all too real. All around them, these homes were dark. Unlike the other sections of the city, there were no signs of life to be found here. No lights in any of these homes to signal even a solitary soul. The air was silent and still around the looming villas.

    Lars, who saw his companions were speechless with grief, turned to the guard, "This tragedy has taken its toll on us all. I commend your service and all those who have worked tirelessly in this time of tragedy. This night has been long, but it is nearly over. The sun will be rising soon, and we could use our rest and time to think." He turned to the three friends, who sat together on the steps of Johanna''s family home. "It is time we get moving. The palace is not far off. I think we could all do good from some rest."

    After some reluctance, the group was on the move once more. "On a night such as this, these villas would have dinner parties, and music would be streaming through the streets," said Edwin as he peered around. "Now I don''t see a soul. There is not even a light." They continued in silence.

    At last, the eight riders made it to the royal fortress gates. Two turrets shaped like horses bordered the great doors. They were far smaller than the outer gates, but what they lacked in size, they more than made up for in splendor. Great silver carvings made up a map of the kingdom of Hailgalad, and at its center, Hailgrad shone like a star in the night sky.

    A soldier was posted on either side of the gate. They were dressed in the typical armor of the royal fortress guard. These soldiers had silver helms that came to a point with silver-colored gauntlets and cuirasses. Their armor had pauldrons on each shoulder in the shape of a horse head. Their chest plates were covered in a bright red cloth with the white horse head. As for weapons, they bore a heavy spear and shield. They were the elite bodyguard of the royal house and would accompany the monarchs as they came to battle. Behind them, bright red standards hung on either side of the gate, gently swaying in the chill night breeze.

    Without introduction, they bowed, ¡°Prince Edwin, it is truly a great sight to see you well. Right this way.¡± They immediately turned and pulled the gate open. The large, heavy doors moaned as they unveiled the palace grounds.

    ***

    Edwin entered the gates first. They opened into a sprawling courtyard in which a large statue of the first monarch of Hailgalad, Eardred I, atop his horse Masufeld stood. The horse was on its hind legs, and Eardred was holding his sword high in the air and giving a shout. This represented the time he led the newly created Hailgalad against the Vaelorans to solidify the kingdom and its borders. Masufeld''s front hooves were both suspended in the air as a symbol of his master, who died in battle.

    Much like the outer fields, the courtyard was filled with tents. In the far left-hand corner of the yard, funeral pyres and religious leaders were praying over the dead. Johanna and Charles turned to Edwin. ¡°Please go and see if you can find your families. Lars and I will head to the palace. Join me when you are able.¡± Edwin began to walk away, then he turned and said, ¡°No matter what is to come, I am happy to have the two of you here with me.¡± The three dismounted and quickly embraced, and then they were off.

    After Edwin dismissed the guard escort to allow them to return to their posts, he and Lars continued for the palace. The morning sun was starting to show the slightest bit of light to the world, but the dark, hazy atmosphere endured. As Edwin approached the palace, he did not need to see his home to know the grandeur it displayed. It started with the great hall that towered above the ground. Then, many spiraling towers pierced the sky like pearl-white spears. It was home, and with every step forward, Edwin felt the fire renew inside him to see his parents.

    Edwin and Lars came to the great wooden palace doors. They were carved with a landscape of the city of Hailgrad in all its majesty. The guards at the door swung them open and bowed. Inside to greet him was Edwin¡¯s Aunt Elizabeth. She was the sister of the king and was one of the king and queen¡¯s most trusted advisors. She nervously paced in the foyer. When she saw Edwin, she forced a smile as she walked towards him.

    ¡°Aunt Elizabeth, it is so great to see you.¡± Edwin hugged his aunt tightly. It was only now that he was truly feeling how tired he was as he swayed from side to side.

    ¡°Ah, Edwin, I came as soon as I heard the news. I, in fact, only beat you by a few hours. We came up the southwestern road from Javailty.¡± Her voice was soft and trembled. ¡°Are you alright, Edwin? You look half-dead. What are those marks on your neck?¡±

    ¡°It is a long story. I will tell you all as soon as we are together around the fire. Then I will have a good sleep. Where are my mother and father? Are they asleep?¡±

    ¡°Edwin, come here and sit with me.¡±

    ¡°Where are they?¡±

    ¡°Edwin, please,¡± Elizabeth pleaded.

    ¡°Aunt Elizabeth, tell me now!¡± Edwin shouted, and it seemed to suck any energy he had left. He swayed once more and grabbed a nearby table to catch himself. Anxious thoughts filtered back into his mind and gripped his heart with icy fingers.

    ¡°They passed earlier in the night. It happened just after I arrived. I am so sorry.¡±

    Edwin began to stutter some inaudible words, and he became horribly dizzy. What was he to do now? The room began to spin and grow dark. Edwin¡¯s vision faded, and the fire that burned brightly inside him felt as if it was snuffed out. Edwin lost his legs and fell in a heap to the ground.

 Chapter 5: Tragedy and Loss

    Edwin awoke to find himself in his bedroom in the palace. His head pounded, and his back was sore from the long ride. He struggled to sit up as he tried to feel out his surroundings. Charles was in the chair next to him. ¡°What happened,¡± asked Edwin as he rubbed his eyes.

    ¡°I am not sure, Ed. We came to the palace, and people were rushing about in a panic. They said you had fallen and were unconscious. We feared that you might have fallen ill, but one of the healers told us you would have shown signs by now, so you are going to be alright.¡± Charles paused for a moment with his head bowed. ¡°I am sorry about your parents. They were great people. The best Hailgalad had to offer.¡±

    ¡°Then it wasn¡¯t a dream. They are really gone.¡± Edwin paused and hung his head. Tears came that he forced back. It felt as though he was falling into a pit and could not stop himself. Doubt and grief swirled in his head. Finally, he spoke to cut out the storm, ¡°What of your and Johanna¡¯s families? Her brothers, your grandparents?¡±

    Charles¡¯ lip quivered. ¡°They are all gone. Most of the royal court have passed. For some reason, they are saying the disease was worse the closer to the palace. It explains why the homes on the hill were so dark. Some of the top healers are trying to figure out what caused it and why it was worse here, but they have not gotten far.¡± Charles paused as he scanned Edwin¡¯s face. ¡°There is some good news coming to the palace, though.¡±

    ¡°Come on, out with it.¡±

    ¡°The palace has been receiving reports from healers around the capital. No new cases of the sickness have been reported, and no one has died of it since last night. It seems too early to tell, but we may be at the end of it,¡± said Charles. He looked hopeful, but there was uncertainty in his eyes.

    Edwin was in shock. ¡°How long have I been asleep? How could this have happened so quickly?¡±

    ¡°To answer your first question, it is only the late afternoon of the day we arrived on the palace grounds. It was about four o¡¯clock in the morning when we came to the courtyard, and it was a quarter past four in the afternoon now. The healers say that you were overcome with exhaustion and anxiety, which is what caused your sudden collapse, as for your second question. That is just it, how? Like I said, the healers have been unsuccessful in figuring out this riddle.¡±

    ¡°Your theory of magic is looking more believable by the minute,¡± Edwin said as he tried to sit up straighter in his bed. ¡°I fear there is something greater afoot as we speak. It feels as though some evil moves against us, but I haven''t a clue where the next strike will be."

    "There is something ominous in the air around the palace," Charles said as he bit his lip.

    ¡°That is quite enough postulating for the time being. Edwin has enough on his mind we mustn''t muddle it up with more nonsense.¡± Johanna stood leaning up against the doorway.

    Edwin looked down in thought. "It is possible it is just our minds running wild as something that is simply unexplainably terrible has happened to our people.¡±

    Johanna stared at her friend with searching eyes. ¡°Hey Edwin, it is good to see you are alright.¡±

    ¡°Thank you. I am sorry to hear about your families,¡± replied Edwin. ¡°If there is anything I can do for either of you, please let me know. We are in this together, to whatever lies further up the road.¡±

    ¡°I should say the same, I am sorry. I will miss them all dearly.¡± She paused, looking deep in thought, but shook herself out of it. ¡°Well, we cannot lose any more time today. You have a big evening ahead of you, Edwin.¡±

    ¡°Is that so? I was hoping for a quiet meal and some more rest."

    ¡°Well, unlucky for you, the new king has a rather large mess to clean up," Johanna said with a smirk.

    ¡°King!¡± Edwin exclaimed. He knew this would happen but had thought he could have a few days to discuss tactics and next steps with a group of advisors. ¡°Can it wait a moment while I get my bearings?"

    ¡°Ed, we need a leader. This is what you were born for,¡± inserted Charles.

    ¡°Edwin, do you know what is at stake? Do you remember those desperate people outside the walls? There is talk of a revolt if we do not retain order. Crime is rampant in the streets. That is just the beginning of it. Neighboring kingdoms, such as those Vaelorans, could see this as a moment to strike. They would like nothing more than to regain control of our resources. There are even strong people in this kingdom who may take this chance to usurp the throne. Sylvester, or even Helewise, just to name a few.¡±

    Edwin knew those two names all too well. Sylvester had always been around the palace, making uncomfortable, confrontational comments to his father and mother. He had at one time been the king¡¯s closest friend, but that time had long passed. Edwin always thought them to be flawed but loyal to Hailgalad. Would they try to make such a move?

    One day, early in King Edward and Queen Melanie''s rule, Sylvester was one of their chief generals and main advisors. There were reports of raids of Hailgalad town by a northfolk tribe. Sylvester was tasked with protecting the people and took a battalion of troops to a Northern village across the border. It was said that Sylvester ordered the complete destruction of the village. He later told the king and queen it was not a village but a military outpost. Edward always suspected Sylvester was using the army to increase his wealth, and this was another one of these ventures. Others, including their friends and the royal general Baldric, suspected that Sylvester would spark military disputes as an excuse to plunder villages for loot. The king and queen could never prove it, but when they confronted Sylvester, things got hot, and they unofficially banished him to the Iron Mountain, the southernmost city of the kingdom.

    Many said they should have done worse to Sylvester, but the king always had a soft spot for him since they were childhood friends. He was made governor of that province and was charged with overseeing the mining and production of iron materials. Sylvester never openly opposed the king again. However, seeds sewed may one day bear fruit, and many feared this leniency would lead to Sylvester¡¯s attempt to regain what power he could.

    As for Helewise, she certainly had the means to start her very own kingdom. The province and city of Mendale are overseen by her governorship. She was the wealthiest person in Hailgalad and possibly even the entire known world. Mendale had built its money from being the main hub of shipping ports for Hailgalad.

    Her family had owned a majority of the docks and ships since before Hailgalad was a kingdom. It was the idea of her family, as she put it, building a legacy to rival even the greatest families, a sense of superiority over even the monarchs of the world. Edwin¡¯s father and mother had always rolled their eyes at the hypocrisy of birthright versus inheritance and them being one in the same. Edwin knew that the king and queen were always careful to move tactfully around Helewise. She held grudges and was known to threaten to hold up shipments for the kingdom when she disagreed with the crown. The king and queen had always been able to use their power to bring her in check, but could Edwin? Would one of Hailgalad¡¯s own seriously consider an attempt at the throne?

    ¡°Surely level heads will prevail,¡± Edwin protested as he shook off the uncertainties. ¡°We must trust that Hailgalad¡¯s people are willing to fight and to sacrifice for a united kingdom. If they are not, then there is no kingdom worth fighting for.¡±

    ¡°Whatever the future is, we ought to get up and moving.¡± Johanna cut in. ¡°Your aunt Elizabeth is eager to discuss matters with you, and we have had a meal ready for when you wake.¡±

    "Alright, you two, give your friend some space," a tired voice rang from behind Johanna. It was Rowena, a royal healer. She was shorter in stature with calming eyes. She had long dark hair that was tied back by a tan handkerchief.

    "See you out there, Ed," Charles said as he closed his book, got up, and left the room, following Johanna down the corridor.

    "How are you doing today, Edwin?" Rowena asked.

    "My body is good. My mind will need some time with all that has happened,¡± Edwin said with a heavy sigh.

    "Good, good, yes, we healers can do quite a bit, but time will be needed to mend your mind. We will all need a good deal of time with the tragedy that has stuck us." Rowena looked down and paused a moment. Then she continued, "I was there when they passed. They went peacefully, and I tried my best to ease their pain. Your parents were amazing people, and I will miss them dearly. I am sorry for your loss."

    Edwin rubbed a tear from his face and forced a smile, "Thank you." Edwin paused a moment, then said, "I wish to see them."

    "I am not sure that is a good idea. They were sick and may still carry it on them," countered Rowena.

    "I am willing to risk it. I need to see them,¡± Edwin responded defiantly.

    Rowena scanned Edwin and saw he was not going to take no for an answer. "Very well. They are laid in caskets in their bedroom. We laid a spell on them to preserve their bodies until they could be buried properly. Is there anything else you need from me?"

    "Thank you, that will be all," Edwin said with a shaky voice.

    "Yes, my lord," Rowena said with a bow.

    ***

    After Rowena left, Edwin dressed himself and washed his face with the basin in his room. He took a moment to look around. His room was exactly how he left it. The warm feel of the birch wood walls and the stone fireplace that currently had a smoldering fire in it. A stack of papers on his desk that looked out of a large window. He had spent many hours sitting in that spot reading great tales and writing stories of his own. He remembered back to when he last left this room. Edwin had thought he would be returning a changed man who was ready to conquer the world. He did return changed, but it was an empty feeling.

    What was this palace without his parents in it? Yes, of course, he knew they¡¯d pass one day, but at that point, he would have built a life of his own. He would have had a wife and children. He would have probably taken over most of the kingly responsibilities from his father, and the people of Hailgalad would have had the opportunity to see Edwin¡¯s qualities. He thought he would have had more time with them.

    ¡°There is no time for what could have been, focus on what is happening now and what you can do about it,¡± he told himself out loud, rekindling that fire deep down. The young prince closed his eyes, took a deep inhale, and let it out as he stood tall.Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site.

    Edwin left his room and turned right down the hall until he reached a spiral staircase. At the top would be his parent''s room. He remembered running up the stairs on mornings of festivals as a child, so ready to start the day. His parents would still be getting prepared as he clamored on their door. Edwin now stood at the doorway. His hand over the handle, unable to move. It shook with anticipation. After a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped into the room.

    All was quiet, and the room was dimly lit by a few candles that burned low. Edwin saw two caskets in the middle of the darkness. He could make out the faces of his parents from a distance. His heart pounded, and his hands felt clammy as he approached. It was true; they were gone. There they lay in peaceful silence. His mother''s long dark hair draped past her shoulders. Her father''s short beard was finely groomed.

    Edwin fell to his knees, and tears streamed out uncontrollably. He would never hear their voices again or feel their touch. Now, when he needed them most, they were both gone. He sat there for a long while. A part of him thought they would awake with the arrival of their only child, but it was not to be.

    Finally, Edwin said aloud, "Mom, Dad, I know you are at peace with Areandel. May your spirits guide me. I will need any strength you can give me to weather this storm." He paused as tears streamed down his face. Edwin took deep, jaded breaths to calm himself. "I wish I could stay here with you, but our people need me. I love you both more than anything in this world."

    With this, the prince rose and staggered out of the room. He took one more glance behind himself to see their faces. It would be the last time Edwin looked upon them in this life.

    ***

    Edwin reluctantly left his parent''s room and continued down the hall. The right side had many grand windows in which the orange glow of a fading sun spilled through. Dispersed between the windows were paintings of great deeds and figures in Hailgalad¡¯s history. One was of Ontellion, the first warden of the North, and his stalwart defense of the Frostwatch against the northfolk. They stretched on and held stories upon great stories. They filled Edwin with such pride before, but now they just made him feel small.

    The corridor opened into the great hall. Far to the left, there was a grand fireplace that roared with vibrant snaps dancing light at all hours. Now, it laid dormant. Elizabeth, Johanna, Charles, Lars, and a few other nobles of the royal court were seated around a wooden table. The table was colored deep red and was made from King Eardred¡¯s family home. He had it built to be a reminder of the empire''s roots to all who visited the palace''s great hall. Unfortunately, the palace was not finished until two years before his passing, so he did not enjoy the spoils of his victory for very long.

    Lars spotted Edwin first, and immediately, everyone stood up, turned, and made a slight bow. ¡°Everyone, please sit,¡± said Edwin uncomfortably. Tension seemed to hang in the air like the thick haze in the fields. He sat down at the head of the table and scanned the faces of everyone present. ¡°Well, what are we talking about?¡±

    ¡°Potential pitches for you to run through on how to consolidate power and bring order, my lord,¡± said Elizabeth.

    ¡°My lord?¡± Edwin laughed. ¡°That is hardly necessary.¡±

    ¡°My lord, it is imperative that you take this seriously, if you will pardon my bluntness. Even though the official coronation has not yet taken place, it is important for you to be recognized as our king,¡± replied Elizabeth.

    ¡°Yes, if you may remember Vaeloran history,¡± Charles started. ¡°Ten generations of kings ago, Darmouth, son of Darmound, was made king after his father''s death. His mother had also passed some time before that, and he was quite young as well, so he was not ready for the kingship. He insisted the formalities be taken away. Some rivals saw this as a weakness, and a fifteen-year civil war broke out. After many lives were lost, Darmouth was slain and the kingdom started a new dynasty. While the formalities were not the sole reason for this downfall, it is just one example of why this is so important, my lord.¡± Charles gave a slight bow as he finished.

    ¡°Very well, in the meantime, we will stick to formalities and the status quo. I do plan to institute changes in the future, but I suppose the primary concern is the rebuilding of our capital. Now, what are these pitches for us to carry out over the next few days?¡± asked Edwin.

    ¡°First off, officially crowning you, king,¡± said Elizabeth. ¡°The reason for tonight is twofold; one is that the capital will soon learn of the passing of the king and queen. At that time, we need a new king, Edwin, to step up and take control of this kingdom before it falls apart. Secondly, we are expected to receive Baldric, Sylvester, Helewise, and other prominent people from across the kingdom tomorrow morning. We need to be stable for their arrival, or they may try to sink their teeth into the throne.¡±

    Lars cut in, ¡°Yes, Baldric was recalled two days ago, so the royal army shall return, which will reestablish order. For the other two, we may agree they cannot be trusted outright, but they are people of Hailgalad, and they love this kingdom. More importantly, we need them to be unified with the crown, or these lands could be divided up for our rivals.¡±

    ¡°Excellent,¡± Edwin looked down at the table. ¡°Gerrit, you were my father''s most trusted advisor. Have you any news from our borders? Was Baldric successful in the dispute with our neighbors to the West, and is there any news from the North?¡±

    ¡°Yes, my lord, Baldric was successful in his campaign against the Vaelorans. He routed their advance party and was able to establish a temporary truce. He is leaving a lieutenant and enough soldiers with horses to hold the line in case they try any tactics and break the treaty. The Kaboutians to our south have remained quiet, and trade continues to be strong with them. Upon hearing the news of Baldric, we sent emissaries to their capital of Kaboutia so they could assist us in brokering a treaty with Vaelora.¡±

    Kaboutia was a mountainous region that Edwin''s people had war with a generation after the formation of Hailgalad. The Kaboutian people were much shorter in stature than the men of Hailgalad or Vaelora. They were hardy mountain folk who were great craftsmen. Unlike the Vaelorans and, to some extent, the people of Hailgalad, they did not have much desire for ¡®regal¡¯ customs and the expansion of their kingdoms. They primarily kept to themselves as they mined the vast, rugged region of Kaboutia to create their great works of metal and built their formidable cities. Those who have visited them even say that some of their cities were underground and stretched vast into the depths of caves that were carved thousands of years ago by their deity, Kobold.

    The war between Hailgalad and the Kaboutians started over the Northern tip of the southern mountains. Hailgalad desired a stake in the iron deposits that lay there. It ended up being a long, drawn-out, twenty-year stalemate. Kaboutia could not contend with Hailgalad¡¯s cavalry in the open field, but Hailgalad could not match the stout Kaboutian''s heavy infantry in the mountainous terrain. The two sides then agreed to establish that Hailgalad could control the northernmost mountain, Finrathud, which was later named the Iron Mountain. Finrathud was a solitary peak that Kaboutia had lost early in their war, and it was hard for them to maintain their defenses there. In addition to their war with Hailgalad, the Kaboutians had to turn their attention to other foes, such as raiding parties of humans, goblins, and trolls who also called the vast mountains their homes. It was a constant struggle for resources in those harsh lands.

    ¡°And what of the Frostwatch and our Northern border?¡±

    ¡°My lord, as you know, our standard is to send royal messengers to exchange information every fourteen days. Those riders missed their required check-in day by one day. This is highly irregular, but we have dispatched another rider to gain any news that they can,¡± replied Gerrit in an uncertain tone.

    ¡°This reminds me that Halgreth arrived not long ago with the supplies of our attackers near Riverbrook.¡± Lars gestured to the far end of the table at a heap of clothing and weapons. ¡°Due to the sickness, they did not dare carry unknown bodies through the streets. Thinobrad and Galnar have also been recovered and are in the palace courtyard for burial.¡±

    Edwin nodded solemnly and got up to inspect the gear. The clothes were weather-stained and heavy for winter conditions, not the lighter fall clothes the people of Hailgalad currently wore. The weapons were bulky and crudely made into either jagged edges or blunt club-like shapes. ¡°This seems to confirm our suspicions that they were northfolk. Any clue of motive?¡±

    ¡°Well, my lord,¡± Lars started, ¡°the only logical conclusion was it was a chance encounter. These men ventured far south in search of ripe plunder and happened upon us. After their journey, they were exhausted and thought we would be easy prey, but their gamble failed. We considered they came as soon as they heard about the sickness to take advantage, but if they truly came from the North, then they would have had to begin their journey at least two days before the sickness first showed up. There is another, more outlandish theory Charles is stuck on¡­¡±

    ¡°Charles,¡± Edwin shot a glance to his friend.

    ¡°Well, do you remember our discussion of magic?¡± Charles started excitedly. It was clear he was trying to tamper his tone but could not help himself. ¡°My theory is that there could be a powerful conjurer that cast this plague on our capital to wipe out the crown and its people. At that same time, raiders were sent to pillage the lands, and they either purposely or by accident ran into us and tried to finish off those who looked to be of high rank based on our garb.¡±

    ¡°Gerrit, what say you?¡± Edwin asked.

    ¡°It is far-fetched, my lord. However, the circumstances of this illness are strange, to say the least. A group of attackers such as these have not been reported in these parts for many years. As for the sickness, we have tracked that, as of now, no other souls have died of the sickness since the passing of the king and queen. On top of that, we did pull records from our library that point to this type of magic being used a long while ago. It was an ancient time, so we cannot be sure of the accuracy or if that power still exists in this world.¡± He paused and looked down with uncertainty, ¡°I dare say as the time passes and new revelations such as this party of attackers come to light, I am being more persuaded,¡± Gerrit replied.

    ¡°This still goes back to our fundamental understanding of magic,¡± Lars cut in. ¡°As you have said, no one has been known to have that sort of power for generations.¡±

    "With the plague seeming to end after the death of our late king and queen, as well as the houses of the royal court being disproportionately decimated, I would say the circumstances are hard to ignore. These have to be more than coincidences," Gerrit protested. Everyone fell silent in thought.

    Edwin looked over to Elizabeth. She said, ¡°Time may reveal more news yet. For now, we have a tragedy to report to the people and a king to crown. Gerrit, send word for all who are able to convene in the courtyard and down the main southern road. With the sickness gone, we should be clear to do so. I know it may seem crazy, but I believe it is important for Edwin to be crowned before the people to increase their faith and to be open with them. Do not tell them the reason, Edwin shall do that himself. We shall be ready shortly." Elizabeth looked over to Edwin and smiled."My lord Edwin, come with me, and I will help pick out some suitable clothes for you.¡±

    ***

    The sun was half-set when the citizenry of the capital was convened. In Hailgalad, it is customary for new monarchs to be crowned at sunset as the mark of the sun setting on the previous ruler. The people would go back to their homes with the excitement of the new monarch and would wake up to the sunrise of a new regime.

    Edwin stood in front of his people. His palms were clammy, and he tried to steady his breathing. A stage was put up in front of the palace doors, and citizens filled the courtyard shoulder to shoulder. They streamed out of the gates and down the Southern hills toward the larger city centers.

    One of the royal orators stood beside Edwin. These orators were people who had learned the art of using magic to bolster their voices, and he was ready to repeat the future king''s words to the masses. ¡°Thank you all for being here.¡± Edwin started, and there was an echo of the orator''s booming voice. ¡°My heart is gladdened to see all your faces. I know many of you might be concerned about us bringing you all into this close area, but as you no doubt heard by all reports, the sickness has left our city. It is great news to us, but it also comes with great hurt. There is not a soul here that was not devastated by this terrible tragedy; myself included,¡± he paused and looked down to gather himself. The silence that lasted only a moment seemed to drag on for an eternity. ¡°King Edward and Queen Melanie, my parents, have passed.¡±

    Gasps and cries shot around the crowd after the orator announced this, and he was also shocked. ¡°They passed just last night before I arrived at the palace from the academy. They were truly great people, and we will miss them dearly.¡± Edwin paused again to center himself and to fight back tears. ¡°While the future always remains uncertain, I promise you here that I will fight to my last breath to protect this great kingdom and to protect you all! We will rebuild, and we will overcome because that is what we have done for time immemorial!"

    Cheers erupted as Lars approached Edwin. It was typical for a high-ranking member of the academy to crown the future monarch to symbolize them receiving knowledge for a just and wise reign. Lars picked up the iron crown that was fashioned for his ancestor, the first King, Eardred I, and he placed it on Edwin¡¯s head. The crown felt heavy, and he did not quite feel that it fit right, but Edwin raised his head and raised a hand to the exuberant crowd.

    ¡°May I present King Edwin,¡± Lars shouted, ¡°Long live the king!¡± As he said this, the sun faded in the West. Edwin suddenly noticed that as the day came to a close, the heavy dread and haze that weighed the capital down not a day before was lifting. People wept and cheered for their new king as food and drink were passed out from the castle stores to the citizens.

 Chapter 6: The Royal Council

    The rest of the evening was quiet. There was a brief surge of celebration in the palace and around the city, but it was short-lived. The excitement was palpable, and many of Hailgrad¡¯s citizenry milled about, but the pain of the last few days still hung heavy on the people¡¯s hearts.

    There was also still a great deal of anxiety surrounding the sickness. Many believed that it would return with greater force. Some thought it was a judgment on their people, and Areandel had been satisfied and recoiled her striking hand. Regardless, many did not risk lingering in the crowded forum areas of the city. Before long, the streets were again dead quiet except for the patrols of guards and the clop of their horse''s hooves.

    ***

    Morning came all too quickly for Edwin. He felt groggy after a few late-night ales with Charles and Johanna. They had long talks about what the next few days might bring their way.

    "Are you concerned about Elizabeth?" Johanna asked the new king as the three sat, nursing ale that was freshly brewed and shipped in from the Riverbrook Inn.

    "How do you mean?" Edwin counted in a puzzled tone.

    "She took control of the situation earlier today. I mean no disrespect, but I do not think that should happen tomorrow," she said hesitantly.

    Edwin took a moment to ponder his friend''s words, and then he said, "I think it was needed. This was my first day in this new world, after all."

    Johanna winced, and she and Charles shared a look. "What is it?" Edwin asked.

    "Image is everything in these high places," Charles started. "If she does that tomorrow in front of the larger council, it may undermine you. It was all our first day in this new reality, and the kingdom is unstable. You need to be the one to stabilize it."

    "I think you all worry too much about these things. We are all people of the same lands. I am confident everyone will act in the best interest of our people. They would not try to overthrow me." Edwin said this as if to convince himself of the situation.

    "We just worry about you, Ed. Your optimism can be used against you, though. I just want you to be careful. You are all we have now," Johanna said.

    Edwin smiled at his friends. "We are all we have now. Whatever comes our way, we will face it together," Edwin said defiantly.

    After a long silence, Charles stood up and said, ¡°We best be getting to sleep. The rats are coming in tomorrow, and you must be in top form, Ed.¡± He flushed. ¡°My lord,¡± he quickly corrected with a slight bow.

    Edwin laughed, and Johanna rolled her eyes with a smile. ¡°Charles, Johanna, please make a deal with me. You may use ¡®my lord¡¯ around others, but please call me Edwin or Ed when we speak privately. I do not think I can take another bow or ¡®my lord¡¯ today. It is truly infuriating sometimes.¡± They looked at each other and nodded with a smile. ¡°Good, now, if you will excuse me, your lord must now get some kingly rest.¡± Then Edwin strutted off to his bedroom in the most exaggerated way.

    ***

    After a solitary breakfast, Edwin came into the hall where people were gathering. The table they had all sat at was pulled up to the throne where Edwin would sit. It was a great, wooden-carved chair with many depictions of horses and trees. Edwin timidly walked to the throne that was his fathers and grandfathers before him. The thought of sitting on it in the past filled Edwin with the fire of ambition and excitement. Now, it felt that he was an imposter. A small boy that was playing ruler while his parents were away. Edwin scanned the room to see his mother''s throne, which was made in a similar fashion. It was tucked to the side, unused and seemingly forgotten.

    ¡°Come, your majesty.¡± Elizabeth gestured to the throne, which she sat to the right of. The seats to his left were empty. Next to Elizabeth were the eight surviving members of the royal court. Charles and Johanna were a part of this eight as new heads of their houses. At the end were Gerrit and Lars with some other scholars. These folk were often invited to join council meetings in case they needed to be called upon when historical context or strategic advice was required.

    Eight houses with an adult surviving them of the fifty appointed by the crown was staggering. Edwin had not realized the extent of the desolation of his people.

    ¡°How are we all today?¡± Edwin asked. He was greeted by weak smiles. ¡°I understand how hard this must be for all of you. Thank you for being here on this important day. Many things will be discussed for the sake of the future of our kingdom, and I am happy to have you all by my side.¡±

    "My lord, we have received word that Helewise, Sylvester, and Baldric have all arrived in the capital and should be joining us shortly," said Gerrit.

    ¡°Any news from Everand of Frostwatch?" asked Edwin.

    "No reports have come in yet. Our rider should have reached them by now, so news should be arriving anytime," Gerrit replied.

    "What of the sickness, are there any reports of additional cases in the city?"

    At that moment, an orator came into the hall. He was dressed in the castle red color with an emblem of a white horse pinned over his heart, as was the fashion of those who worked in the castle. ¡°May I present Helewise, governor of the Mendale province,¡± his powerful voice boomed off of the stone floors as Helewise entered the room. Edwin couldn''t help but smile at the impeccable timing she had. She was an older woman with long, thick brown hair with streaks of grey. Her grey eyes were warm and seemed to have a keen light behind them. She proudly carried herself and was dressed in a gold gown with ruby-red accents. A golden owl with red ruby eyes that glistened in the morning light was pinned to her chest. It was her family''s insignia that was scattered on nearly every shipping crate in the kingdom.

    ¡°Good morning to all of you,¡± Helewise said as she announced herself. She stopped and gave the slightest of smirks, the kind one unaware of the dynamic of the room would likely miss, and she bowed. ¡°My lord, it is good to see you. I wish it was under better circumstances. My deepest condolences to you and everyone in this room who has gone through this tragedy.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, Helewise. It is very good to see you. Please have a seat here.¡± Edwin said cordially as he gestured to the seat on his left.

    "Thank you, my lord," Helewise said as she bowed slightly and made her way to her seat by Edwin''s side. "From what I hear, the sickness has disappeared, is that true? I thought I would be stopped at the gate, but they told us we were free to enter. Strange circumstances indeed if it is gone after hitting the city so hard."

    Before Edwin was able to respond, the orator again entered. ¡°May I present Baldric, General of Hailgalad¡¯s Royal Armies.¡±

    In came Baldric. If one was his enemy, he would be a truly terrifying figure. He was tall and broad with a thick, but finely kept braided beard and long dark hair. He had thoughtful green eyes that were kind but fierce. He was the strong but just hand of the king and queen.

    The general was dressed in a simple green tunic and a silver belt with fine leather boots. On the field of battle, he would be garbed in his great iron armor that had a helmet fashioned into a bear head and gauntlets and boots with claws. He was known as the Bear of Hailgalad for his great size and the fact that he rode atop a large bear. His company of bodyguards were likewise dressed as him.

    Edwin smiled as he saw him. Baldric and his father, Edward, had been friends since they were children, and Baldric had been like an uncle to Edwin. Edwin¡¯s father had been known as the Great Lion of the East for his great prowess with a sword in battle and the expansion Edward brought to Hailgalad early in his rule with Queen Melanie. Baldric used to call Edwin little lion cub when he was younger, but that was many years ago.

    Baldric stopped, bowed low, and said in his powerful voice, ¡°My king, it is a joy to see you well.¡± He rose, and Edwin could see a tear in Baldric¡¯s eye. ¡°I am sorry I was not here for your family and Hailgrad.¡±

    ¡°Baldric, it is good to see you,¡± replied Edwin. ¡°You were doing your duty to see our lands safe, please do not blame yourself. This foe was not one you would face on the field of battle. It was an evil that cannot be seen and evidently could not be combatted,¡± Edwin paused a moment, then continued, ¡°Please, come and have a seat.¡±

    He bowed again and walked over to the table. Edwin shot a glance at Johanna, who was staring so intently at Baldric. Ever since Edwin knew Johanna, she had said she wished to be a great general like Baldric, and before that, she would want to serve by his side. Her family never understood her passion for combat and battle. For one, they were mainly artists, and secondly, it was not common for members of the royal court to crave battle. Typically, people joined the army to rise through the social ranks and gain status in society. Johanna was anything but typical. She did not care for extravagantly expensive things or dinner parties. She was fascinated by the strategy and determination it took to win a battle, and Baldric was the best Hailgalad had to offer.

    Edwin smiled, ¡°Baldric, I want you to meet my friend, Johanna. She has become quite the swordsman and aspires to be a great general one day.¡±

    Baldric gave a slight bow, ¡°A pleasure to meet you. Perhaps we will get a chance to spar after this is over.¡±

    ¡°The pleasure is all mine. Yes, I would like that very much,¡± she replied with a bow in return. Edwin could see Johanna giving him an annoyed look as Charles smiled.

    Edwin scanned the room as silence filled it. Helewise had brought a tenseness to the atmosphere, but Baldric seemed to smooth over the aurora. His many years of battle had made him a calm and grateful presence that filled any room that he was in.

    Edwin glanced over to see his aunt Elizabeth and Baldric share a glance that seemed to be more than just any simple look. After a moment, they broke off, and each smiled slightly and bent their heads. Elizabeth broke the silence, ¡°I suppose that Sylvester is on his way.¡±

    ¡°Yes, we both came in the middle of the night,¡± said Helewise. "Before approaching the gates, we were unsure of the sickness, so we had our people make camps on the outskirts of the city.¡±

    ¡°Well, let us have some light food and tea in the meantime. I am sure¡­¡±

    The palace door suddenly opened. It was Sylvester. The orator rushed in and started, ¡°May I present¡­¡±

    ¡°No need, my lad, I have been presented, and I am here,¡± Sylvester said to the orator as he stood in the doorway. He was a tall man of slender build with long, dark hair and grey eyes. He had a short, dark beard and was dressed in a black tunic that was trimmed with silver. If one saw Sylvester and did not know him, he would look and sound as fair as an emissary of Areandel, but if you were able to keep your wits about you, one would quickly find out he was always scheming for power and to gain the upper hand. He was a man of great skill in both politics and war, and he carried himself like a king of kings. He then turned to the table and quickly bowed, ¡°Good morning to you all. Hello there, Edwin, or should I say, King Edwin.¡±The author''s narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

    ¡°Sylvester, so nice of you to join us. Please, come and sit,¡± replied Edwin with a flat tone. The young king could see Baldric starting at Sylvester, which made the governor shift unconformably. Some have said Baldric could actually see one''s soul to determine whether they were pure of heart. He denied this, and whether it was true or not, many years of experience and hardships had given him a unique ability to read people.

    Charles stood up in a huff, his chair scrapping against the stone floor. ¡°That is no way to address your king, your lord, and your rightful ruler. How dare you come in here with such disrespect.¡±

    ¡°My apologies, my lord,¡± Sylvester said as he turned to Edwin. ¡°If you will forgive me, I am tired after a long journey, and the news of my friend''s passing has made me quite distraught. I meant no disrespect.¡±

    ¡°Let us forget it,¡± said Edwin, trying to push the discussion forward. ¡°There are more important things to discuss than petty informalities. Please, come and let us have a light meal and then some talk about our kingdom.¡±

    At that moment, the tea and light food had arrived for the meeting. Before they ate, Edwin motioned for Lars to say a few words for the fallen, for he was a devoutly religious person. Lars stood and cleared his throat to begin what seemed to be a rehearsed speech, "To our king and queen and to all those who have lost their lives in this terrible tragedy. May Areandel wrap them in her arms and take them into the lands beyond for eternal rest.¡±

    Relentless in life, never backing from strife,

    Our King and Queen, the fairest of all I should deem.

    Noble, selfless, and true every strife they saw us through.

    Our king and queen most fair, a loss we all must bear.

    Lars trailed off after finishing his speech. No one at the table was unmoved as they thought of the heavy toll their kingdom had taken.

    "Thank you, Lars," Edwin said with a smile. "Now, everyone, please refresh yourselves."

    ***

    After a short while, Edwin broke the silence. ¡°Thank you all for coming here today. The past few days have been a difficult time, and Hailgalad needs each and every one of you to help usher our people into a new era of peace and prosperity,¡± Edwin paused and scanned the room. All sat in silence with searching eyes, ¡°I will now turn it to Gerrit and Lars, who will give full accounts of the events that have taken place up until now. After, we shall discuss what ought to be done.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, my lord,¡± Gerrit started. ¡°As many of you know, I have advised the crown for nearly twenty years. In all my time, I have not experienced a greater catastrophe. It started five days ago. A few members of the royal court had fallen ill. The sickness began with a cough, and the people quickly became feverish. Within a day, they were bedridden and quickly passed on in feverish fits. At this, we were astonished. I immediately tasked some of the royal scribes to read into our historical accounts for any recordings of similar plagues, but they have come up empty to this moment. The spread was horribly quick, and many died. After witnessing the destruction, King Edward and Queen Melanie issued a royal decree to quarantine the sick and close off the capital to anyone outside the gates. We had feared that if the sickness could not be stopped, it must not reach the rest of the kingdom. Guards were tasked with keeping the peace and finding sick people for care. Healers put up tents inside and out of the capital walls and began to do what they could. It was at this time that all of you were summoned home to the capital to help give council and keep the peace.¡±

    Gerrit then motioned to a woman standing near the corner. ¡°Now, to further brief this council on the matters of the sickness, may I present our chief healer of the capital and personal attendant to the crown, Rowena.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, my lords,¡± Rowena said as she stepped forward. ¡°King Edward and Queen Melanie fell ill on the second day of the spread, and, as Gerrit said, messengers were dispatched to our chief settlements of the kingdom, Frostwatch, Javailty, Mendale, Arnorad, and the Iron Mountain, to summon you all here. At that time, no person who had been sick had lived, so the outlook was very bleak. The two monarchs were quickly bedridden and passed away a little more than a day ago. We tried many incantations on them, ranging from typical remedies to existing sicknesses to long-forgotten methods brought to us by the scribes. Nothing seemed to help them or any others that fell ill.¡± She paused to gather herself and continued, ¡°After the passing of the king and queen, something strange happened. The sickness seemed to disappear from the city. From all accounts, no one else has passed from the plague after that night, and those who were sick that night became better. These are the only cases of survivors of the sickness.¡±

    Gerrit then contributed, ¡°Elizabeth had only just arrived at the time of their deaths, and Edwin came shortly after. Late yesterday, Edwin was crowned king, and we have now convened this meeting.¡±

    ¡°Do we know how many people have passed on to Areandel?¡± asked Helewise.

    Rowena took in a breath, ¡°Before the sickness, our capital contained around one hundred thousand people. We cannot be certain for quite some time, but based on all the reports from our camps around the city, we lost roughly one-third of our people.¡±

    With this news, the hall sat silent. Edwin slumped into this chair, dumbfounded. No one had imagined this tragedy would have been this devastating. Entire lines washed out of the world. This was the largest loss of life in Hailgalad¡¯s history. No war could have been more cruel and indiscriminate to its victims. Men, women, and children alike were devoured by the unquenchable thirst of this disease. No reason, no answer yet came for the survivors of why they were spared. Only the pain of the tragedy scars their memories forever.

    ¡°Thank you, Gerrit and Rowena,¡± Edwin said softly. After another pause, Edwin said, ¡°I will now have Lars tell our accounts as they provide some useful information for this group to consider.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, my lord. My name is Lars, and I am a chief teacher at Arnorad. Over the past six months, King Edwin, Charles, and Johanna,¡± he gestured to Charles and Johanna, ¡°have been my pupils. Two days ago, a rider came to our academy carrying grim news of the plague. As the exhausted rider told us of tidings of the capital, myself and two of our other chief teachers, Thinobrad and Galnar, were in shock. We called for Charles and had to give him the news that his parents had passed on. After that, we told him about the king and queen, and Charles insisted on being the one to inform Edwin, so we sent him to it. We then looked to gather scrolls and books that might prove helpful in identifying an illness and cure. During this search, we found several sources, but none had proven to be what we were looking for. We thought to bring them to Hailgrad for the royal scribes nonetheless. Edwin, Charles, Johanna, Thinobrad, Galnar, and myself set off from the academy two days ago. Our journey was largely uneventful until we arrived at the fields of Aeros before Hailgrad.¡±

    Lars shot a quick glance over to King Edwin as if to confirm he could divulge the information. Edwin nodded, and Lars continued, ¡°When we arrived on the fields, there were a large number of displaced people due to the separation of those caught outside of the city during the outbreak. With that, and the fact that it was growing dark, we decided to make camp and approach the gates by day. We made camp and were shortly thereafter attacked by men carrying these weapons.¡± Lars held a crude dagger above his head. ¡°Two of our company died in that fight. After it was over, we knew we had to reach the palace, and the fields were no longer safe for a small party to make camp, so we pressed on.¡±

    ¡°Enemies running openly before our capital gates? What have you done since then to keep our people safe?¡± Sylvester interrupted.

    ¡°Let the man finish before we discuss what has and ought to be done.¡± Baldric cut in annoyedly.

    ¡°Thank you, Baldric, but I was just coming to the end. We arrived at the palace just before the break of day without further incident. That is the tale of our adventure here. I will leave the discussion of the policies and actions to be taken to others more qualified.¡± Lars leaned back into his chair.

    ¡°Excellent, because I would like to know these actions,¡± said Sylvester. ¡°This is an important time for us to consolidate and stabilize our power. I fear that if we do not, the vultures will pick this empire dry.¡±

    ¡°Yes, I agree,¡± Helewise chimed in. ¡°Our capital acts as the main center of our empire''s trade, as you all know well. The longer we remain inactive, the more business and the sharing of food and other necessities will halt.¡±

    Elizabeth looked over at Edwin. The young king looked out of his depth. The large throne seemed to engulf his slender figure, and it made him look all the more incapable and small in the great hall of his ancestors. It was fair; she thought that he was struggling, given the weight of the throne so soon after his parents passed. After other friends, family, and many role models were taken away from him in a matter of days. She could see him hold it together with Charles and Johanna, but this was different. He was not ready. Even in regular circumstances, he may not have been ready. He was not ready, but he had to be. He had to be for Hailgalad and for all the people who called it home.

    Especially in their years after having Edwin, his parents were loving monarchs who led the kingdom forward for the well-being of all. They had expanded their kingdom''s borders but had put aside the sword and replaced it with kindness and understanding. Sometimes, they were too kind and understanding in the case of Sylvester, but it was this kindness that kept the ship afloat amongst all the rats, Elizabeth thought as she stared at Sylvester. Edwin would have to be ready lest the rats devour the kingdom bit by bit. Until he was ready, she would have to be his crutch. Almost instinctively, Elizabeth interjected, ¡°Thank you for all your input thus far. My lord Edwin,¡± she said with a bow. ¡°Why don¡¯t you begin by telling us what you have done so far and what we can do in the short term for this crisis.¡±

    Edwin nodded and let out a breath. ¡°Thank you, Aunt Elizabeth,¡± he said as he turned to the group. ¡° When we were attacked, we held fast and drove them off, as Lars mentioned. When we arrived at the gates, I ordered Halgreth, captain of the walls, to go to the place where we were attacked to gather the evidence and find out who they were. As it turns out, they were armed and clothed in the fashion of the northfolk tribes of the White Mountains. Gerrit has informed us that it matches those of the Yeleai tribe. An ancient people who fought a war against my ancestor, King Eardred I, in the early days of the kingdom. They have occasionally sent raiding parties to our Northern lands to plunder supplies, so we guess that they were a group of raiders that wanted to try their hand at some more lucrative treasure closer to the capital. They were stretched thin and were exhausted when they found our camp. Since they outnumbered us, they tried their hand and lost.¡±

    ¡°My lord,¡± Baldric cut in, ¡°what of Frostwatch? It would be customary to have a member of their guard here, if not Everand herself as the fortress chief. Have we heard a word from them? They should have caught these raiders, or at least one of their lesser outposts stationed across the border should have spotted them.¡±

    ¡°Yes, Baldric, we have not heard from Frostwatch since I arrived at the palace. Our royal messengers have missed their standard reporting time by a day,¡± said Edwin.

    ¡°Well, this is concerning, to say the least. They could be overrun for all we know, and we are just sitting here? What of stories I have heard of a dark shroud that covered the capital during the days of the plague or the fact that it disappeared as soon as the king and queen passed on?¡± Sylvester countered hotly.¡±There is far too much unknown here to be idle.¡±

    ¡°Or the fact that my people have heard that people were rioting and charging the capital gates? Some people and guards died from what I hear.¡± Helewise chimed in.

    ¡°Your ears heard an awful lot, my lords,¡± Johanna fought back. ¡°In times of crisis, people can lose their heads, but from what we saw, the crown¡¯s policies were just and in the best interest of the people. As for the sickness, what are your implications, my lord Sylvester? Is it your assertion that the king and queen deserved this fate or that anyone who died deserved to return to Areandel in this way?¡±

    ¡°Who is this child to address me in this manner?¡± shot back Sylvester.

    ¡°This is Johanna, daughter of Johnathan and Eva, a member of the crown¡¯s royal court. She is a trusted counselor to the crown, and you will give her and all others at this table, including myself, the proper respect.¡± Edwin said sternly.

    ¡°My apologies, my king and my lord,¡± Sylvester begrudgingly muttered to Edwin and Johanna. ¡°As a council, we must be able to speak openly. The circumstances of this situation are strange, to say the least. Who is to say it is not Areandel¡¯s judgment that this happened? The skies darken, and thousands die in a matter of days. Then, suddenly, there is no more sickness. There is unrest in the streets. We need to take control of the situation.¡±

    ¡°This cannot be done in one instant, Sylvester,¡± Elizabeth shot back. ¡°We need time to set the capital right again.¡±

    ¡°Unfortunately, time is something we do not have,¡± Helewise chimed in. ¡°We have lost contact with the North, and warriors from north of our borders attack the now king within sight of our gates? Even without the strange circumstances surrounding the plague, this is troubling enough. Why has Baldric not sent an army at once to ensure our Northern borders are secure?¡±

    ¡°I appreciate your council and critiques, but Baldric has only just arrived the same as all of us. His army needs a few days of rest before they can be redeployed for further assignment. It is important we think before we act,¡± Edwin said. He thought of telling them of Charles¡¯ theory of a magical plot, but this was not the time. They would either use it as an excuse to push further on Edwin¡¯s incompetence, or they would see him as a raving lunatic believing in evil magical creatures and other nonsense.

    At that moment, an orator came through the door. ¡°All gates have been opened to allow people to move about the city and resume normal life as you have ordered, but food is short. Some businesses are driving up the prices of various goods, and it is causing a frenzy. There have been some squabbles between citizens and guards, and things are turning for the worst out there. Halgreth has requested your presence to help quiet the people.¡±

    Edwin sat there with a wrench in his gut. This is the exact thing he was worried about. There may be a larger plot against his kingdom, but if they could not stay united, Hailgalad would stand no chance against these external forces. He had to get control of his city. ¡°My apologies, my lords,¡± Edwin started. ¡°I must end our talks for at least the present and try to settle our people. Baldric and Lars, please come with me to meet the people and see what we can do.¡±

    With this, the council all stood up and watched the three men leave the great hall in a hurried walk.

 Chapter 7: Turmoil and Treason

    The crowd seemed inconsolable when King Edwin and his advisors arrived in the heart of the city. The heart was known as one of the main centers of trade by the citizenry of Hailgrad. They were marked as large courtyards near the main roads that held stalls for business. The courtyards were lined with more permanent shops, inns, and taverns. Edwin¡¯s mother and father had taken him to this particular courtyard a few times when he was younger, and it had always been filled with positive excitement. Locals and travelers from afar could be seen here swapping stories of news across the lands.

    This scene was unlike Edwin had ever laid eyes on. Guards with their broad silver shields pushed the citizens back to make way for Edwin, who was atop his horse, Aneorthor, along with Baldric, Lars, and a royal orator, who were also horsed. In a regular circumstance, Baldric may have ridden his great bear, however, due to the unrest, he thought that it would be best to keep the towering animal away from the angry crowds. People were yelling and chanting. Goods were being strewn about, and a few stalls were even crumbling in small blazes as guards threw water on them to put them out.

    Edwin and the others made their way further into the courtyard. The noise was dizzying, and clouds of kicked-up dust choked the air. Through the din and clouds of dirt, Edwin saw Halgreth, the captain of the gate, approaching them.

    ¡°Halgreth, what by Areandel is going on here? What has whipped these people into such a frenzy?¡± Edwin yelled over the din.

    ¡°Food and other supplies have run short,¡± he replied. ¡°We had a good system in place, but with all the sudden movement of people, it was difficult to assess our stores and allocate food.¡± Halgreth paused and looked over to a nearby tavern. ¡°My lords, if you will follow me, we could have a bit more quiet talk in here.¡±

    ¡°First, let me address the crowd,¡± Edwin said as he held up his hand. He turned to his orator and nodded his head. ¡°Hello, everyone, please settle down.¡±

    The boom of the orator cut through the mob, and as the people saw their king, they reluctantly began to quiet down. ¡°Thank you. I have tasked my royal guard to take food from the palace, and our great chief general Baldric is going to charge his soldiers with going to the fields and gathering what food we have can to pass out amongst you all. I know these times have been hard, but stay together and stay strong. We must remain united if we are going to make it through this.¡±

    Edwin¡¯s speech was met with a half-hearted applause as the group ducked into the tavern.

    The space they entered was tight but homey. Dark wood accented white walls, and there were a few people tucked in the corners nursing ale. Edwin was happy to be away from the crowd. There was something about the simple things and places in life that brought Edwin comfort. He felt more himself outside the looming shadow of the palace walls.

    Guards stood post outside the tavern to keep the masses from filling it up. ¡°Would you like for me to remove everyone?¡± Halgreth asked.

    Edwin shook his head and nodded to the people. ¡°They are fine, let us talk here.¡± They sat at a worn wooden table that had old but well-crafted chairs.

    ¡°Very well,¡± said Halgreth as the barkeep brought over some ale. The captain continued, ¡°Thank you for your speech to the people. With the illness, we had limited contact with those outside of the gates and thought they had larger food stores. It turns out that shipments from Mendale stalled.¡±

    ¡°Stalled,¡± cut in Baldric with his booming voice. ¡°What do you mean stalled? Are these orders from Mendale or individual merchants?¡±

    Edwin looked at Baldric uneasily. The thought of Helewise purposefully stopping food shipments to exacerbate the supply issue seemed too treasonous to seriously consider, especially at a time like this.

    Halgreth continued, ¡°Well, we do know some merchants simply turned around when they were stopped by guards on the road and heard of the tragedy taking place at the capital. On top of that, our farmers were either ill or tending to the sick, so they were not gathering their harvests or slaughtering livestock for meat.¡±

    Lars broke in, ¡°The good news sounds to be that there is enough food, but it is just a matter of gathering it.¡±

    ¡°Yes,¡± Halgreth replied. ¡°We do have far more important issues of safety. The real issue is getting enough people to carry out these duties.¡±

    ¡°What are these issues? Certainly, there must be enough people to task with these roles,¡± asked Baldric.

    ¡°First is the city. A few houses were burned down, and there has been looting throughout the area. Mostly, it''s people ransacking homes that are empty because their owners were locked out of the capital or have passed away. Policing the city has taken a lot of troops and time,¡± he paused and took a swig of ale. Edwin did the same. The bitter but rich flavor seemed to settle him as anxious thoughts of the city in turmoil crept up the back of his neck.

    Halgreth continued, ¡°For safety concerns outside of the walls, we have hunted down more of your raiders about in the fields. They carry the same crude weapons and are clothed in the same garb. Most of them travel in small companies of ten to twenty soldiers, and they are quickly broken when faced with stiff resistance. Nevertheless, they have been making a significant impact on those outside the walls. Many of our people out there are not well-armed and are not in large enough groups to protect themselves. They need our soldiers to escort them while they gather food and go about their regular activities.¡±

    ¡°And we cannot pull everyone inside the city because we need the food,¡± Edwin put in.

    ¡°Exactly,¡± replied Halgreth. ¡°All of these circumstances have culminated into a real problem for our city. Between these riots and the raiders, I do not have the soldiers to make sure all of these people are safe. There were two times when raiders caught groups of citizens unaware. Our people did not make it.¡±

    ¡°Halgreth, how many soldiers do you have inside the city,¡± asked Edwin.

    ¡°I have two thousand at my command,¡± replied Halgreth. As the captain of the outer gates, my charge is the area within bow-shot of these walls to the inner gates that lead into the workshop and specialized trades district. In times of peace, this position would primarily include policing the residential and smaller trades district and monitoring people arriving through the city gates. The crown usually kept a garrison of five thousand soldiers at the outer walls, but the plague took its toll.

    ¡°And Baldric, what of your army?¡± asked Edwin as he turned to Baldric.

    ¡°After our border campaign, I have some six thousand soldiers that returned with me. The rest remained in the borderlands,¡± he replied.

    ¡°Here is what we will do,¡± said Edwin after he took another long sip of his ale. Then, he continued, ¡°Put half that number into protecting the fields of Aeros outside the capital. Make sure they stay vigilant and keep active patrols. Since our army is primarily horsed, we will have the power of mobility on our side out there. Escort all Hailgalad citizens that can be found to make sure they are safe and protected. Then, with the other half, task them with gathering all stray food and supplies across the fields and taking these to the people. I will head back to the palace and task the royal guards at the inner and palace gates to also start gathering what supplies we have to distribute amongst the people.¡±

    Edwin paused and looked around defiantly at those gathered around the table and continued, ¡°This is a crucial point for all of us. If we mishandle these next few days, we may lose Hailgrad and even all of Hailgalad.¡±

    ¡°It will be done at once, my lord,¡± replied Baldric. With that, he rose, put his right fist over his chest, bowed slightly, and was off.

    Halgreth watched him walk away, ¡°By your leave, my king. I should return to my duties.¡±

    ¡°Yes, of course, thank you for your service, Halgreth,¡± Edwin said with a smile and a slight bow.

    As Baldric and Halgreth took their leave, Edwin sipped his ale thoughtfully and looked around. Lars was the first to speak. ¡°My king, this news is grave indeed. Raiders are truly roaming around our capital? If you do not mind me speaking freely, if Sylvester and Helewise are half as shrewd as people say, then they will surely look to capitalize on this.¡± He paused with a worried look on his face, ¡°I wonder what is going on in Frostwatch.¡±

    Edwin was worried, too. This was ill news. Beyond his current orders, he did not know what to do next. Every turn seemed to lead to another pitfall. His parents and others he had watched growing up seemed to have such clairvoyance when it came to these things, but the more he thought, the more lost he became.

    Finally, after another long sip of his ale, he turned to Lars. ¡°Courage and patience is what we need now.¡± Edwin forced a smile, ¡°Come on. Let¡¯s get back to the palace so we can see what the others have been up to. Many minds may be good to figure out the best way forward.¡±

    ***

    While Edwin went to deal with the issues in the capital, Sylvester and Helewise retired to their camps outside the city. It was clear they were looking for an opportunity to go and speak in private. Even in this short meeting, there was much that came to light that piqued their interest.

    Edwin had offered for them to stay on the palace grounds, but they refused. "We have a lot of gear and accompanying staff that would congest the operations of the palace," Helewise said to Edwin as Johanna scoffed. She, as well as everyone else, could see through their attempts to make every move more difficult.

    As the two were leaving, they stopped Gerrit and asked him to accompany them and discuss strategy. Gerrit was confused but obliged as Elizabeth nodded to him and followed them out. He thought it would be prudent to have a mind loyal to Edwin with them to ensure Sylvester and Helewise do not work each other up too much. One frantic soul alone may learn to quiet themselves, but two would almost assuredly lead the other to dark paths.

    The three rode in a procession of personal bodyguards who were specifically trained to accompany governors on journeys. Gerrit thought it was somewhat strange the large number of armed guards they both had, but he shrugged it off. As they departed the palace hill and made their way out of the city, the unrest was all too clear. Droves of people were walking about, yelling and stomping. In the distance, Gerrit could hear an orator trying to quiet a crowd. No doubt that was Edwin and the others in one of the hearts of the city.

    As they rode on, Gerrit was able to point out that each bodyguard had distinct differences. Helewise¡¯s troops had the typical horse-accented armor, but it was hued gold instead of the standard silver. This was no doubt to exemplify her immense wealth. As for Sylvester, his troops were in the standard silver color, but there were designs of wolves on the armor. This was to honor his family, whose crest was a wolf. It would typically be standard for governors to follow suit with the crown¡¯s army, but it was clear these two wanted to bring their flavor to their troops. Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.

    After some time, they passed out of the grand Southern gate and by the Southern Lake of Zuiden to their left. The wind in the fields was warm and refreshing in the sunshine, and all was quiet here. They soon arrived at Helewise¡¯s camp atop a hill. Among the many tents, hers was by far the most grand and stood in the center of the camp. A worker pulled back the opening to it and bowed. Helewise''s tent was gold-laced with deep red designs. Inside, there were many fine objects and decadent furniture. The canvas walls were thick and blocked all the natural light of the midday sun, save a yellow glow that peeked in through slits in the top of the tent. The area was instead lit by a large number of candles that flickered and danced across the figurines and other trinkets that filled it.

    ¡°I never go anywhere to be uncomfortable,¡± Helewise said. ¡°Come, let us have some wine and talk. There is much that has come to light that needs discussing.¡±

    Sylvester eagerly obliged, but Gerrit was hesitant. Helewise turned to him and beckoned with an open arm, ¡°Come here, Gerrit. Do not look at us as if we were traitors of Hailgalad. We only want what is best for the kingdom. Let us share our ideas and news so that we might best help our kingdom and new king.¡±

    Gerrit reluctantly sat down. The three sat on lavishly plush, gold-trimmed chairs around a sturdy dark wood table. Sylvester scanned Gerrit¡¯s face. ¡°What are your thoughts on the current state of this kingdom?¡±

    Gerrit pursed his lips and then responded, ¡°Very uncertain. We have not gone through something like this before. In fact, I believe no kingdom has in recorded history. We are a resilient people, though, and I believe we can recover."

    ¡°Indeed,¡± said Helewise. ¡°However, we need proper leadership to right this ship.¡±

    ¡°Excuse me,¡± chuckled Gerrit. ¡°Are you saying what I think you are saying?¡±

    Sylvester and Helewise smiled and looked at one another. A man appeared to bring the group some wine. ¡°Let me be honest with you, Gerrit.¡± Helewise started, ¡°King Edward and Queen Melanie were formidable people. In their early years, they increased our borders and profits that had not been seen in some time. But they grew complacent, and their ambition softened. It seemed to align with when they had their son.¡± Helewise paused and took a sip of her wine, ¡°I do not much care for monarchies. There are many throughout time that have failed. Empires were washed away by the waves of time because one unequipped soul that was born to the right family ran everything into the ground. Now, do not get me wrong, Edwin is not so wholly unequipped. In fact, I believe he has the potential to be a great leader one day, but today is not that day. There is no time for him to grow into this role. We need strong leadership now.¡±

    ¡°I cannot believe this type of treachery is being spoken so close to the capital, if at all. You could be put in prison just by uttering these words, and I will not have it,¡± Gerrit said with a dumbfounded look on his face. ¡°Besides, we are here to counsel him and help him grow. He is not alone. Do not be the ones to cut him down on every step. You can help the kingdom, but helping him learn.¡±

    Gerrit attempted to get up, but Sylvester rose and put his hand on the man¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Trust me, Gerrit. You and I grew up with Edward. I love his family, and I love this kingdom, but I will not simply stand by while an inexperienced boy runs it in quite possibly the most pivotable point since Hailgalad¡¯s inception. Help or no, a leader must lead.¡±

    Gerrit started to walk away. Sylvester said softly in a kind tone, yet carried some malice, ¡°Hear us out, I beg you. If you still wish after this, please return to the king and turn us in. We will not resist, we simply are looking out for the best interest of all of Hailgalad.¡±

    Sylvester would not take no for an answer, and Gerrit knew this all too well. Anyway, it would be foolish to walk away before gathering more information. His silent exchange with Elizabeth was an understanding to do just that. This way, he could go to King Edwin and get these rats snuffed out for good. ¡°Very well, go on.¡± Gerrit sat back down slowly. He would not touch his wine.

    ¡°That is a good man,¡± Sylvester said in a condescending tone. ¡°We do not wish to take the crown from Edwin by force. We would propose he instead gives up his throne. It seems clear to us that Edwin does not want it anyhow. As a boy, he was always rushing out of the palace, away from any opportunity to learn about the duties of the king. Did you see him at the council meeting? He could not leave quickly enough as soon as an excuse presented itself.¡±

    ¡°He was a young man what did you expect? Earlier today, he was trying to reassure and help his people. They needed him down there in the thick of it to settle the crowds,¡± Gerrit fired back.

    ¡°He should have sent someone else; I doubt his words can do much to calm those people,¡± Helewise said with elitist disdain in her voice. ¡°We have precious few days to rebuild our strength before outside forces pick us apart. He should be planning the large moves, not dealing with lowly peasant squabbles. He does not even know what is happening in the North. Frostwatch could be sacked for all we know. We have also heard that there were more raiding parties dressed as northfolk roaming about.¡±

    ¡°For the sake of this logic, let us follow it. Who would you wish Edwin to name as his successor? Is it you, Sylvester? We all know your unending quest for power and wealth.¡± Gerrit asked.

    ¡°No, I am afraid it could not be me. My history is, well, complicated,¡± said Sylvester with a sigh. ¡°This is where Helewise enters the fray. She is capable, dare I say, the most capable person in this kingdom. She built a large business empire and, perhaps most crucially, can lead people. Edwin would cede the throne to Helewise, and we could institute a system where the next leader is elected by the people.¡±

    Gerrit chuckled, ¡°Oh yes, that will work. What of the Pydalians, far to the West? We know they tried this. The people in power forged the elections and, after a while, reinstated a kingdom under the new rulers. This would be your chance to take the throne without bloodshed, without resistance. Do not think that we are all so naive?" Gerrit stayed fixed on Sylvester, ¡°What do you get out of all this anyway, Sylvester?¡±

    ¡°He will be my viceroy to all Hailgalad and will help me to rule,¡± Helewise interjected, ¡°you, of course, will remain a chief advisor. Edwin and Elizabeth would forfeit all royal privileges but would remain members of the royal court. Edwin would rather galavant with his friends anyway. He does not want this burden, but we would gladly take it for the good of the people.¡±

    ¡°Right, right for the good of the people,¡± Gerrit muttered as he looked at the floor. ¡°What happens if Edwin refuses? How are you going to propose this while keeping your heads?¡±

    ¡°As we said before, Edwin is not a ruthless person. If we meet him with a strong opposition and allow him a way out, he will not oppose us,¡± said Sylvester assuredly.

    ¡°By opposition, do you mean confrontation? Just the two of you going before him to speak? Surely, you do not mean military opposition.¡±

    ¡°Let me just say that we have been preparing for something of this sort of event at the Iron Mountain for some time. It was only after meeting Helewise and this awful tragedy that we found an opening, an opportunity to make this kingdom a better place,¡± said Sylvester with a snide smile on his face.

    ¡°Yes, the military resources from the Iron Mountain and the wealth I bring from Mendale make quite the combination. Just as Edwin¡¯s ancestor, Eardred I, took control of the situation for the betterment of his people, so will we if it comes to that. But I truly hope it does not.¡± Helewise added, ¡°We do not wish for any more death in this time of strife.¡± Gerrit could see that she seemed to be honest in that sentiment but was not thinking clearly in the slightest.

    Gerrit stood up at once. ¡°That is quite enough! Your delusions of power have gone too far, Helewise and Sylvester. I suppose this is what happens when the rats meet one another in the cellar.¡± He paused to scan the both of them. ¡°I had hoped the two of you would step up to be leaders to help the new king thrive, not plot his demise only one day after his crowning and three days after his parent''s death. I must be leaving now. There are going to be some people rather interested in this tale.¡±

    ¡°I am sorry, but do you think we would just allow you to leave?¡± Sylvester smiled. ¡°You are an important figure that we hoped to turn willingly, but in time, you will understand this is for the best for our kingdom. We cannot leave our livelihoods in the hands of a boy who is out of his depth. Do not worry; you will not have long to wait. My people are on their way as we speak.¡±

    With that, two large soldiers came into the tent. Their silver armor shone in the candlelight as they looked down menacingly at Gerrit. Before he could react, strong hands grabbed him and threw a hood over his head.

    ***

    Charles nervously paced the palace hall. Elizabeth sat staring at the wall, deep in thought. Johanna sat calmly in a chair at the corner of the room, sharpening her sword. It had been at least an hour since the other council members filed out, and Charles was beginning to get anxious.

    ¡°Must you do that now?¡± Charles asked in a huff as he looked over to Johanna.

    Johanna stopped and looked up. ¡°One must always be prepared. What is it to you? There is nothing we can do right now. We must wait for Edwin, I mean the king, to return. Then we can help him with what needs to be done.¡±

    ¡°Are you not concerned about the meeting we just had?¡± Charles looked from Johanna to Elizabeth. ¡°Helewise and Sylvester challenged Edwin at every turn. They appear to be working together, but to what end, I cannot say. Isn¡¯t it odd they took Gerrit with them?¡±

    Johanna paused thoughtfully from sharpening her blade. ¡°Gerrit is a good man, loyal to the crown. If there is any dissension, he will relay it to Edwin,¡± she said, ¡°as for Sylvester and Helewise, they are power-hungry, sure, but they would not try to take the crown from Edwin, right? Where would they get the forces for something like that?¡±

    Charles turned to Elizabeth, ¡°Elizabeth, what do you think about this?¡±

    Elizabeth remained silent, deep in thought.

    Suddenly, Rowena appeared with a horrid look on her face. It was a face that had something to say, and if it was not said soon, it would burst. Charles was the first to see her. ¡°Rowena, is it? What is the matter?¡±

    ¡°I have something that needs to be said to our king,¡± she responded with her hands together and head down.

    Johanna looked up. ¡°Rowena, you can tell us. We are a part of his council. This way, we four can privately discuss and prepare what is to be said to the king. His time is valuable, after all.¡±

    ¡°I am not sure,¡± Rowena said as she began to back away.

    ¡°Rowena, please,¡± Charles begged with outstretched hands.

    ¡°Alright,¡± she replied and stepped forward. ¡°First, come with me to my room. I have papers there that you might have an interest in. I also do not trust the openness of this room. Too many potential prying eyes.¡±

    At this, even Elizabeth was intrigued. What was meant by the prying eyes, they could not tell, but it was clear Rowena was rattled. The three followed Rowena out of the hall and looked about uneasily as if they would see unfriendly faces peering in at them. The room was down the way to the right of the great hall. They went down a series of smoothly cut, white stone stairs and came to a hall of rooms that were filled with many books. ¡°This is where the scribes and healers have their quarters,¡± Rowena said. ¡°It is a quiet place that is good for thought.¡±

    They finally made it to a modest-sized room that belonged to Rowena. The room was cluttered with papers and books. It was clear she had spent many sleepless nights in here recently. Many herbs and other oddities were filling up the empty spots. One that caught Charles¡¯ eye was a black orb that seemed to give off a strange power that radiated throughout the room.

    ¡°I am sorry for the mess. It has been a trying few days,¡± Rowena said as she shut the door. Light and fresh air streamed in through the small balcony on the other side of the room.

    ¡°What is that black rock, Rowena?¡± asked Charles with his eyes fixed on the mysterious object.

    ¡°It is called a Maginite. It is a type of rock that is said to be able to amplify one''s magical abilities. There were once many of them, but in the early days of Hailgalad, people feared them and sorcerers. With this, many of the kingdoms of the world decided to have most of them destroyed. This one, in particular, was left by a previous councilor and great healer to King Edward and Queen Melanie. He left long ago, and I am not sure where he is now or if he is even alive.¡± Rowena said with her eyes also fixed on the orb.

    ¡°What is this all about? Why did you call us here?¡± inquired Elizabeth impatiently.

    Rowena snapped out of her stare, and her attention turned to the others. ¡°I believe that this plague was no judgment from Areandel, and it did not happen by chance.¡±

    The others stared at her blankly. ¡°What do you mean?¡± asked Charles.

    Rowena briefly hesitated but then said in a quick and anxious tone, ¡°I believe this tragedy was sent through magic by a sorcerer of great power. A sorcerer of great power that wishes to destroy Hailgalad and all those that call these lands home.¡±

 Chapter 8: Dark Theories

    Edwin returned to the palace shortly before sundown. He and Lars had hoped to reach the palace earlier, but Edwin found himself stopping to talk to many of the citizens to discuss their issues. One woman he met lost her husband and three children in the plague. Edwin found her cooking a large pot of stew and feeding various people and guards. Even after all the turmoil, the people of Hailgrad were laughing and hugging, and children were playing some made-up game with a ball in the nearby street. The atmosphere was warm and inviting under the low glow of the cooking fire.

    When Edwin had asked how she was able to keep going with such high spirits, she replied, ¡°There is nothing to be done for those that have gone to Areandel, but I can help these people here with me now.¡±

    This stuck with him as he passed through the palace doors. He would remember his parents and those fallen, but he had to find a way to help his people now. He had to be doing more for them to not only survive but to thrive.

    Lars and Edwin entered the great hall to find Elizabeth, Johanna, Charles, and Rowena seated around the long wooden table in the center of the room. The candles were burning low, and the room was dark. There was food on the table that was barely touched. The group seemed far too solemn for food, but they had partaken in some of the wine.

    ¡°You all look to be having the most dismal party ever,¡± Edwin said in a cheerful mood. After seeing Edwin and Lars approaching, they did not even try to smile. Edwin frowned, ¡°What is the matter, what has happened?¡±

    Elizabeth finally said after a prolonged silence, ¡°We have news for the king to hear.¡±

    Edwin was going to note she forgot my lord but could see something was truly troubling them. Lars took a seat at the far end of the table, and Edwin sat at the throne. ¡°What is this news that has everyone in this mood,¡± he asked.

    Rowena stood up with confidence. ¡°First, I must begin with a demonstration, my lord,¡± she said. ¡°Are you aware of the differences between good and bad magic?¡±

    ¡°There is a difference?¡± asked Edwin. ¡°I will admit I had thought it was just the way people used the magic. It was neither good nor evil.¡±

    ¡°This is true,¡± said Rowena as she began to walk around the table. Most magic is just that, magic. Take my abilities, for example.¡± She stopped and put her hands out with her palms facing one another. She took in a breath and closed her eyes. Rowena¡¯s hands started to glow with a pale green hue. ¡°Do you feel that? The bright glow in your heart?¡±

    Edwin felt a joy glow brightly deep inside himself. The room began to feel warm, as if it enveloped him in soft blankets. ¡°I do. I have felt this before when a healer is using their magic, but I have never thought of it before.¡±

    ¡°You see, when someone uses magic for good, it gives a radiance of positive energy. Many times in war or horrific tragedy, when people have lost their wits after just a few moments in the presence of a healer, can calm them down and put them in a meditative state.¡±

    ¡°I have been in the presence of orators and soldiers who called upon magic to imbue their bodies with strength, but I have not felt this before. Why is this so?¡± asked Edwin. This was intriguing, but Edwin did not see where this demonstration was going.

    ¡°Well, some magic is neutral. When it is used in a utilitarian manner, it is often unnoticed. Similar to when your father, King Edward, called upon magic to strengthen his mind. If you were in the room with him, you would often not be able to feel it. Another gift that is like this is the ability to connect with animals. This is very prevalent in our kingdom since our people are herdsmen and often ride horses. Baldric, we know, can ride atop his bear, Garnothred, but the ability to tame and befriend a predator is another he and a few of his bodyguards possess. However, all magic does vary based on the use, as I mentioned.¡±

    ¡°How is that?¡± Edwin asked.

    ¡°If Baldric were to use his strength to protect you, you would feel this positive aura. Conversely, if Baldric used his strength to take the life of another person, you would feel a deep dread in your heart. The same is true for orators skilled in speech that can use their voice to persuade others to do evil.¡± Rowena responded.

    Edwin was amazed. He had not yet shown any sort of large amount of skill in the use of magic, so this world was foreign to him. He did have a connection with his horse, Aneorthor, but that seemed to be instinctual and not by magic at all. Maybe that is what magic was, instinctual. These practices were never overly common or visible in his life, and since he did not show any strong signs up to this point, he was never interested in its interworking growing up. ¡°Are there other types of magic that we know of that can cause these effects?¡±

    ¡°I will admit this is out of my depth a bit, but your friend Charles has learned much in his short time at the academy,¡± Rowena said.

    Charles stood up and slightly bowed, ¡°Thank you, Rowena. My lord, we do know of some people who can create elements such as fire or ice, but powerful displays of this have largely died out. As you know, we have a small group of soldiers that can still achieve this, but it is only a handful. Years ago, people were known to be able to hurl fireballs from their fists, but now our people with the skill can mostly set their hands ablaze or freeze them for hand-to-hand combat.¡±

    Edwin remembered these people, a small force of operatives used for special missions or protecting the King and Queen. They were amazing hand-to-hand fighters, but due to their skills, many feared them, so they often stayed out of the limelight. ¡°Ah yes, I am aware of them,¡± he paused, ¡°sorry, I believe we are going down a line of thought that is getting to be unproductive. What was it that you said needed to be discussed? What does magic have to do with our current predicament? Was Charles correct in his theory?¡±This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

    ¡°Now we come to it, my lord,¡± said Rowena with a slightly more shaky voice. She took a sip of wine to clear her throat, ¡°I am convinced that this plague was conjured by dark magic. Some sorcerer has been able to create a devastating blow to our kingdom.¡±

    ¡°So, is Charles'' theory true? I will admit that I gave it some thought, but it seemed to be far too unrealistic. Is it possible someone has this sort of power?¡± asked Edwin. A pit in his stomach began to form, and creeping fingers seemed to try to needle into his heart.

    ¡°Well, it is possible, but the how is difficult to manage. I will say that the sorcerer would not have to be in or near the city. They would need to have a connection with someone or something near the epicenter of the spell¡¯s effect. Since the sickness was worst near the palace, we know that this epicenter should be near the palace grounds.¡± Rowena paused thoughtfully, ¡°As for the who, I believe my theory and Charles¡¯ align.¡± She looked over to Charles with a nod.

    Edwin looked at them and narrowed his gaze. ¡°You believe the Northern raiders were able to conjure this? We have not seen them be able to use any sort of magic on this magnitude before.¡±

    Charles cut in, ¡°It does not have to be them necessarily. Many neighboring peoples could be in league with them, using the northfolk as mercenaries to sow fear and doubt in the empire and to hide the true enemies behind this attack.¡± Charles paused and looked down, a bit unsure. After a moment, he continued, ¡°I do not wish to put this out there, but I must, for it is possible. This could have been done by a traitor to the crown.¡±

    Edwin¡¯s jaw nearly hit the ground at this thought. ¡°You mean someone in the palace?¡±

    ¡°Possibly from the palace, my lord,¡± said Rowena uneasily. ¡°It could even be someone such as Sylvester or Helewise. I do not mean to accuse, but after our talk, they seem to be likely suspects in that line of thought.¡±

    ¡°No one is more frustrated with them than I,¡± said Edwin, ¡°but I do not think they could be so treasonous. I know they love Hailgalad as much as the most fervent supporter.¡±

    ¡°You saw them at the council meeting, my lord,¡± Johanna said defiantly. ¡°They do not believe in you, and we know Helewise¡¯s dislike of the monarchy line. This would be their opportunity to take power. This is outlandish, I know, but it is just as possible as any other scenario.¡±

    ¡°Why are you suddenly supporting this theory with such passion, Rowena?¡± Lars cut in. He had been silent but was anxious to get to the point before the group spiraled into more accusations. ¡°What additional evidence do you have for us?¡±

    ¡°My suspicions happened the day before the plague started. I felt weak as if my soul was heavy. The clouds began to darken out of nowhere, and there was a great heaviness across the city. The king and queen even discussed this when everyone was gathered in the great hall for our monthly council meeting. Then, the sickness started. I had never dealt with anything that powerful before. No one was able to survive being infected, and any amount of healing was useless. I felt powerless. The heaviness and despair began to multiply amongst the people. This is not how a normal plague acts in the slightest. There is death and despair, of course, but not so unyielding."

    "What if it is only a new strain of virus that you have not learned how to deal with?" Lars countered. "This could be just a series of very unfortunate tragedies."

    Rowena furrowed her brow in thought, ¡°If you remember what I said about magic and the feeling it gives off, this has every sign of evil works by a cruel, twisted soul. An evil soul that wields much power and is connected in some way to the palace. Then, the king and queen died, and quite literally overnight, the illness was gone. From all reports, still, not a single person died of the illness after the king and queen. Then, during the council meeting, I heard about your ambush by the northfolk, who were so far from the border they would have no way to reach Hailgrad at that time once they heard the news. Finally, I heard about the news going dark from the North. These cannot all be coincidences. There is or was a greater plot to destroy our capital and all those who sit in power in it. I would be willing to stake my life on it.¡±

    Edwin slumped back into his chair. After a few moments, he spoke, ¡°Aunt Elizabeth, Johanna, you two were the most skeptical of this theory from the start. What say you about all of this?¡±

    Elizabeth was the first to begin. She looked greatly distressed, ¡°Well, I never thought I would see the day Hailgalad would meet such disaster. I cannot be sure of much anything at the moment.¡± She paused and looked down in thought, ¡°What we need is more news. We require information about the North, and it would be a great help to take one of those raiders alive.¡±

    ¡°Unfortunately, we have heard that they either fight to the death or escape through the nearby wooded areas,¡± Lars added.

    ¡°Johanna,¡± Edwin said, turning to her.

    Johanna sat back in her chair with her teeth clenched. Then, she took in a breath and said, ¡°I believe the evidence Rowena and Charles presented. There is too much smoke not to have a fire going somewhere. It is possible that all tragedies and dissension might not have been planned by the same group, but it is clear someone orchestrated the start of this mess. All the others not involved from that start may be taking this opportunity to scrounge up what morsels they can from the table. Regardless, we should be prepared for anything, and, like Elizabeth said, we need more information from the North and these northfolk.¡±

    Edwin sat back at the table and replayed the last few days in his head. Is it possible that his parents were murdered? The coincidences did seem to be too far-fetched not to be related, but were Sylvester and Helewise a part of this treachery? It was possible they simply saw an opportunity to grab power, but it is equally as possible, and most likely in Edwin¡¯s mind, that they were just condescending to a new king over twenty-five years younger than themselves. Nevertheless, it was quite odd they were missing from the palace immediately after he left for the square. Edwin had invited them to pack their things and stay on the grounds for the sake of safety and comfort, but they refused and brought Gerrit with them.

    ¡°I take it Gerrit is still with Sylvester and Helewise? It would be excellent to have his thoughts on this matter since he and Charles also discussed this theory at length,¡± Edwin said in a concerned tone.

    ¡°As far as we know, he is still with them, my lord,¡± Charles said, sharing in Edwin¡¯s concern.

    ¡°We need to get someone to find him and to get Helewise and Sylvester back here for more discussion,¡± said Edwin impatiently. ¡°Please also send word to Baldric. We discussed breaking up capital and royal army troops to help the people, but we need to dispatch him to Frostwatch. I know we sent a rider, but there is a sinking feeling in my heart that we should have sent more soldiers. The rider should be on their way back so the army would pass them on the road regardless.¡± Edwin stood up and clapped his hands together, ¡°Let''s move!¡±

    At that moment, an orator came into the hall. ¡°My king, you are needed at the city walls.¡±

    ¡°There is no time for this. Go get Baldric and bring him here. We have a task for his troops.¡± Edwin snapped back.

    ¡°That is just it, my lord,¡± said the orator uneasily. ¡°It is Baldric that is calling for your aide. There is an opposing force outside our gates.¡±

 Chapter 9: Treachery in the Fields

    Baldric rode atop Garnothred on the fields of Aeros. Typically, when he was around the capital, Baldric would keep the great bear in his specially built stables outside of the city walls because of the way it frightened people, but the fields were largely empty, so it was the perfect time to give him some exercise. Garnothred snorted happily as he picked up the pace over the grassy plain.

    Baldric and a few of his bodyguards were currently in hot pursuit of five northfolk who were attempting to make for the tree line. It had been a successful day of hunting these raiders all over the land. None had mounts or heavy armor and spears, so the mounted knights of Baldric''s royal army easily routed them. For the day as a whole, there had been some more citizens who were harassed by these invaders, but for the most part, all the people were now able to move freely.

    ¡°Make sure they do not make the tree line!¡± Baldric shouted. ¡°And remember, the goal is not to kill them. We need them alive.¡±

    A resounding Sir came from Baldric''s soldiers in unison.

    The party closed in on the fleeing raiders, who were keenly aware of their predicament. It seemed clear that the northfolk would not make it, so they turned about and charged the cavalry. Their surge forward was as resolute and determined as if they were certain they could overtake the larger mounted knights. Baldric¡¯s troops did not have time to react to the sudden change, and their enemies were trampled. The soldiers quickly dismounted and confirmed none survived.

    ¡°Damn!¡± yelled Hireta, one of Baldric¡¯s lieutenants.

    ¡°Why are they so devoted to avoiding capture? This is not the sign of simple raiders,¡± said one of the soldiers as they halted their horse. ¡°There have even been reports of the wounded finishing themselves to avoid being taken. What madness has befallen them?¡±

    He was right, Baldric thought, in all his years in the royal army, he had never seen such devotion and suicidal tendencies from his adversaries, especially people who seemed to be raiders looking for quick wealth. Even in his wars with Vaelora, there was a mutual understanding of treating each other¡¯s captives well, so if they were surrounded without hope of escape, they would lay down their arms. ¡°This is strange,¡± Baldric started. ¡°Hireta will remember our last major campaign against raiding northfolk almost two winters ago. They came with about one thousand troops and began burning the local farms and even sacked the small village of Haelos. King Edward personally led the army north. After a five-day march, we met them. These Northern people are hearty warriors, but they lack heavy armor to face our cavalry. Our armored mounted soldiers quickly broke their lines, and they fled back to the White Mountains. Those who could not escape dropped their weapons and surrendered themselves. The king granted them clemency and bid them never to cross back into our lands again.¡±

    Baldric briefly trailed off as he looked north, past the dense wood that lay before them. There was an ominous dread that seeped through the brush and brambles. Out of the darkness of the woods, a sinking feeling slowly made its way to Baldric¡¯s heart, and he shuddered. These days were growing more strange, and each stone turned over just brought more questions.

    Hireta cut into the brief silence, ¡°Do you think they are hiding anything? There may be something larger happening here?¡±

    ¡°It is possible,¡± Baldric trailed off again as he thought about the council meeting earlier that day. Was there a connection between these raiders and a possible coordinated attack against Edwin two days ago? No time to share this with others. More news would be needed before reasonable assumptions were made.

    The group remounted and continued for some time when they saw royal soldiers atop a hill. They were escorting two large wagons pulled by great horses. These large workhorses were unlike the breed that was used for war or racing. Those were bred down south of Javailty, in the fields between that city and the Iron Mountain. These fields ran far south until they were halted by the rugged and mountainous region of Kaboutia. These large horses were raised in the harsh Southern lands where they grew broad enough to handle the difficult and unyielding terrain of the foothills of the southern mountains. The wagons were heaping with food and many crates from Mendale as its ''M'' brand could be seen on the materials accompanied by an owl marking. This was the mark of Helewise''s house and signified that they came from her docks in that city.

    ¡°Are we on schedule, any issues?¡± Baldric asked one of the soldiers as his group approached the caravan.

    ¡°None, general,¡± said the soldier. ¡°We have this caravan of food and supplies from Mendale well on its way. It had turned around after a brief bout with some raiders, but we were able to catch up with it and escort them along.¡±

    ¡°The king will be happy to hear this news,¡± Baldric said as he slapped the soldier''s shoulder. Garnothred bumped into the soldier''s horse as they rode side by side, and the horse snorted with displeasure. Baldric patted the great bear and smiled, then turned back to the soldier ¡°Good work. The people inside Hailgrad¡¯s walls desperately need these supplies."

    As they reached the crest of another hill, Baldric slowed Garnothred and looked out over the field. The sun was beginning to set, and as they took in the scene. Red, orange, and yellow stripes cut through the sky with brilliant precision. By now, most of the people who had tents outside the capital had moved back into their homes, and the fields were slowly coming back to their former beauty.

    The quiet of the moment was quickly cut off by a deep, bellowing horn. ¡°That is not one of ours,¡± Baldric said in an uneasy tone. The sound was coming from south of the capital. Baldric and his soldiers were on the Northwest side of the capital, so they turned their mounts and began barreling down the road toward the sounds that continued in a steady tone.

    ***

    After some time riding through a sparsely wooded area, the group came back into the fields of Aeros. The wise expanse extended south, past several small farms, and climbed up to short hills covered with long grass that constantly swayed in the wind. Normally, these hills would have a few cattle or horses gnawing at the grass, but to Baldric¡¯s surprise, it was covered with an army.

    ¡°Sound the horn, form up on me, on me!¡± shouted Baldric in amazement. Horns from the city walls boomed as they also spotted the unknown troops. He could not see the armor, but it had the look of the sleek, glinting design that reminded him of Vaeloran steel.

    ¡°Who are they?¡± Hireta shouted after barking orders to her captains.

    ¡°I am not sure,¡± Baldric shouted back over the din of soldiers rushing to and fro. His army was in disarray, but within a few minutes, two thousand of his six thousand soldiers were in a rough line that was typical for the Hailgaladian army. This organization was mostly made of cavalry. In a proportional sample of hundred soldiers, forty-five would be heavy cavalry, another twenty-five would be light cavalry with bows and javelins, and thirty would be infantry. Although there were typically soldiers on foot, it was a requirement for all to be able to ride to be in the royal army.

    In the short time it took Baldric¡¯s soldiers to get organized, he noticed a small party of cavalry making its way toward them. ¡°Hireta,¡± Baldric said, ¡°gather the other lieutenants and come with me to meet whoever these people are.¡± Then Baldric snapped his reigns, and Garnothred bellowed angrily as he set forward.

    As they approached the foreign group, Baldric realized they were not foreign at all. They were armored in wares akin to a wolf. This was the armor specific to Sylvester¡¯s bodyguard, but this force was much larger than any bodyguard. Typically, a Hailgalad leader or general maintained a bodyguard of one hundred soldiers. This bodyguard could dress to the liking of their leader, with a crest or other features, such as the wolf for Sylvester or bear for Baldric. However, all other soldiers in the army were mandated to be dressed in the standard Hailgalad armor that was silver with a red tunic. This way, the groups would be unified and maintain the understanding that they fought for the crown, not their specific general. Baldric saw the entire army in silver-grey armor with wolf aesthetics. Something was not right.

    The two groups came into contact with one another, with Sylvester and Helewise riding at the head of the opposing force. They were both dressed in very fine chain and plate armor that was slender and sleek to fit both of their builds. They strode at the army''s head not as two who were bringing aid but rather as two who wished to display power and a willingness to use that power.

    ¡°What is the meaning of this?¡± Baldric said hotly, and he came to an abrupt stop. ¡°How dare you drive a rival army to the gates of your King¡¯s home. Speak before I have your heads for this treachery.¡± Garnothred bellowed a great growl as he looked upon Sylvester.

    ¡°Baldric, Baldric,¡± Sylvester said as he shook his head. ¡°You misunderstand our intentions. We do not wish to try our hand at war with you. We come in peace.¡±

    ¡°Why do you come with an army clad in armor opposing your king? This hardly looks to be a group that means peace,¡± Hireta cut in. The disgust was hot on her tongue. As Baldric''s first lieutenant, loyalty was the utmost valued trait, and she had no leniency for traitors.

    Helewise ignored this comment, ¡°We come with a proposition for our king. He is not ready, nor does he want this burden of the throne. We are going to propose he makes me Queen, and we institute a system where we elect our future leaders. Edwin will fail, he is currently failing. Does he still not know what is happening to our north? Are the people still rioting? His people are not even safe within his walls.¡±

    ¡°By Areandel, you must give him more than a day to right this ship.¡± Baldric said angrily. ¡°We have reestablished the supply routes and have drawn off the raiders. He is new to this, but my king has done everything as well as he could up to this point in time. We must trust in his rule.¡± Baldric leaned to his right to look past Sylvester and Helewise at the army that stood still and silent as statues. ¡°As my lieutenant asked, if you come in peace, why do you bring such a large host dressed in armor differing from the crown¡¯s forces?¡±

    ¡°You have to understand this is a significant change we will be proposing to the king. Most likely, it will be seen as treason. We do not wish to use any force, but we will protect this kingdom and ourselves,¡± Helewise answered defiantly. ¡°Now, step aside and let us pass.¡±

    ¡°We will not,¡± responded Baldric.

    Garnothred took a wider stance as if he was ready to strike and snorted. The opposing horses shifted uneasily at this. Baldric turned to Sylvester and said, ¡°It is not too late. I know we have all had our differences, but we have known each other since we were children. Our friend Edward would roll in his grave if he saw what you are doing here today. I know you do love this kingdom, as do I. We all wish for Hailgalad to be strong and succeed. Stay this madness and help us figure out the best way forward in all this mess.¡±

    Baldric could see that Helewise was unsure of the military action as she looked down in thought, but Sylvester cut in, ¡°What¡¯s done is done, we have chosen our side of history. Our army will march down this path, and we will see the king. If you stand in our way, I cannot promise there will not be bloodshed.¡±

    "You may see the king if you tell this army to stand down, and you both go alone," Baldric countered.

    Helewise stared at Baldric, "You know we cannot do that."

    ¡°So be it,¡± said Baldric with a strong tone as he straightened himself up. ¡°As long as you know that it is the both of you, Helewise and Sylvester, that bring a host of soldiers to the gate of your king. It is you that will cause this bloodshed.¡± With that, he turned Garnothred about, and both groups departed.

    ***

    Baldric arrived back at his lines. Currently, they spanned from Lake Zuiden to the East and west to a tree line of birch wood. At this point, some three thousand of his soldiers had been gathered. He looked at the faces of confused and uneasy people, unsure of what was coming their way.

    Baldric rode out ahead of them and turned to face his host of soldiers. He looked down briefly as he weighed what he was going to tell them. ¡°Helewise and Sylvester have come before Hailgrad¡¯s walls with an army. They claim to come in peace, but they seek our King Edwin¡¯s crown.¡±

    Gasps and murmurs were sent throughout the soldiers. ¡°Let them hang for this!¡± one shouted.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.

    ¡°No mercy for traitors!¡± said another.

    Hireta raised her fist in the sky, and the soldiers went dead silent. Baldric continued, ¡°Yes, by showing up here in this manner, they have committed treason against our king. In front of Areandel herself, they have looked to sully these very grounds.¡± He paused again briefly. ¡°But I will not be the one to draw first blood. We have lost too many lives these past few days to cause more bloodshed. My faithful army of Hailgalad, those who oppose you are your brothers and sisters,¡± Baldric said as he pointed behind himself to the slowly advancing army. Their numbers seemed to be an endless stream coming down from the hill. ¡°We will hold our ground, but we will do so in peace. Do not be the first one to throw a blow that will cause a civil war. A war that this kingdom may not survive after all that has happened as of late. Hold this line, hold this line for your sons and daughters and their children. Hold the line to protect our future.¡±

    The royal army, shining silver armor glinting in the fading sunlight, responded with a resounding ¡°Ah!¡± and clanged their arms together in unison as was their custom. The boom of their arms felt like a thunder-shock that could be felt by the approaching line of spears.

    Baldric turned to one of the soldiers in the line, ¡°Go back to the walls and give the news to Halgreth, captain of the walls, and tell him of the situation. Then, go to the palace and inform the King.¡±

    In minutes that seemed to drag on for eons, the armies were finally face to face, only about ten paces or so separated them. All was dead quiet as they surveyed each other. Baldric could see that all the opposing soldier''s armor had been crafted in a much different fashion than the royal army. Their numbers also seemed to at least double the force that Baldric had in the field. It was clear that this was no whim. It would have taken a great deal of time to create all this armor and arms. They were also not formed in the typical fashion of a Hailgaladrian army. Most of the soldiers were dressed in heavy armor with broad spears and thick shields. Baldric remembered King Edward¡¯s repeated letters to Sylvester about the production of iron and tools for war and other everyday tasks. Sylvester was continuing to underperform, and this explained why. Baldric was now face to face with Sylvester as he said, ¡°So I see what you have been working on all this time.¡±

    ¡°Preparation for the unknown is a necessity, Baldric,¡± he said with a smile. ¡°Truthfully, I never thought this day specifically would come, but I knew a great reckoning was inevitable. The kingdom would need me, and here we are. Anyway, it may have been too long since you have been in the South. Kaboutia is not the only province down that way. There are many warring tribes and minor kingdoms that stir with great beasts of war. Long have I kept our Southern borders safe, but now it is time for us to give the proper rule to Hailgalad that it deserves.¡±

    Baldric turned to Helewise, ¡°Tell me you do not see he is hungry for power. You both are, but he has the army, and he will betray you. You cannot be wholly blind to this.¡±

    ¡°Who do you think financed that army, Baldric?¡± Helewise said with determination. ¡°I knew just as well as Sylvester did that there would come a time soon for our rise. The arcane way to royal lineages is over. I built my life from the ground to reach the heavens. I hold the true power of the kingdom: money. The kingdom already runs through me, you people at the capital just do not know it. We do not wish for war, only peace and well-being for our people. Do not stand in the way of change, Baldric. Join us and be a part of ushering Hailgalad into a new era of prosperity.¡±

    At this, many of the soldiers on opposing sides of the line started to jeer at one another. Baldric felt the tension grow heavy on the armies. He knew a clash was inevitable. Should they have fallen back to the city and barred the gates? And cede the fields to these traitors without contest, how preposterous.

    Amidst the roar, Baldric only stared at Helewise and Sylvester. He never trusted Sylvester after he raided the Northern lands, but he trusted the king¡¯s judgment on him, and he figured that Edward would always be there to keep their childhood friend in check. Helewise took Baldric completely by surprise. She had always only seemed to be interested in trade and other business ventures, but she was the means Sylvester needed to feed his power-hungry soul. Likewise, Sylvester filled the same role for Helewise. With time, one more skilled in deliberations and politics may be able to diffuse this situation and make the other realize this was an alliance that would not last. Queen Melanie had a true gift for unifying the kingdom in that manner. She was strong and tactful. It was a true loss for the world for Edward and Melanie to pass on from it. However, Baldric wagered not even Melanie could settle things here and now the way they were laid out on this field. One of these overzealous soldiers would make a mistake sooner or later.

    No sooner had Baldric thought that when there was a clang to his right. Baldric snapped his head to the right and saw one of his soldiers fall. He had been struck by a short javelin, and it took him out in an instant.

    ¡°No,¡± Baldric yelled and moved down the line at a great pace. ¡°Hold, hold, back up to the gates! Stay in formation. There will be no further bloodshed in this land!¡± It was against his nature to hold back, especially with one of his own killed, but he had to hold his soldiers the best he could. He would not be the cause of an all-out war.

    It was too late. There were screams between the lines, and some charged. At that point, both sides fell onto one another in a violent torrent. Baldric continued to barrel down the line atop Garnothred, flanking the sides of the opposing army while his great bear smashed the enemies over with his huge legs and paws.

    Baldric was suddenly thrown from Garnothred and fell to his right into his forces. The great bear turned to find him but was pierced with a spear. He reared and growled madly, breaking the spear and throwing a few of the attacking soldiers. Baldric waived Garnothred off with a deep booming command. The bear reluctantly fell back and circled the army.

    A few soldiers that were around Baldric and behind the front lines helped him up. ¡°Orders, general,¡± Hireta yelled over the din. She had followed Baldric down the line to quell the forces and went to his aide as he was thrown to the ground.

    ¡°Get to the flanks and lead the heavy cavalry. Use the fields to your advantage. They have little mounted soldiers, so you will be able to move freely. I will stay here and hold the center on foot. We will work back to the walls for Halgreth¡¯s support.¡±

    Hireta nodded defiantly and was about to move, but Baldric grabbed her shoulder and said, ¡°Remember, we must fight to survive, but take no unnecessary life. Our goal is to make it to the gates with as little death as possible on either side.¡±

    He had just finished barking his orders when the front line collapsed into him. Baldric raised his shield and joined the line to help it hold. He looked to his left to see Sylvester and Helewise, but they were gone. ¡°Damn rats,¡± Baldric growled.

    ***

    Hireta rode behind the front lines to the right flank. There were several riders gathered on either side of the infantry to keep clear of the large spears. ¡°Follow me,¡± she yelled and led a charge to the side of the enemy troops.

    The heavy cavalry swung around in the open field and charged the ranks with their lances thrust out. The charge was devastating to Helewise and Sylvester¡¯s soldiers, but they did not waver as Hireta hoped they would. If they had wavered and broke, the rest of the army could make their way back to the city. Hireta pulled back the cavalry to prepare for another charge.

    At that moment, they were met with a volley of arrows from enemy archers that were held in reserve. Hireta looked to her right and saw the archers on the hill, along with massive ballistae and catapults that lobbed large rocks and shot bolts at the exposed cavalry. Some of the riders around Hireta were dismayed at the losses they suffered, but she eyed that no one was sent back to protect the archers and machines of war. She could also see Helewise and Sylvester with a small group of soldiers. They could end this here and now.

    ¡°Riders, to me!¡± she shouted and raised her horn to let out a call for both sides of the formation to attack. The riders gave a shout, and Garnothred, who had joined them, let out an earth-shaking roar.

    As Baldric and the infantry made their way back to the walls, Hireta took the cavalry to silence the enemy back lines. They were closing fast on the defenseless archers who began to run in fear up the hills. As Hireta and her riders reached them, they were met with a charge of terrific power. Heavy cavalry that were held in reserve were released by Sylvester. They crashed into the unknowing royal cavalry, who took heavy losses. Hireta was thrown from her horse, and the world went black.

    In a world-bending haze, Hireta stood up shakily with the chaos of horses and riders dancing around the field in combat. She knew they had been outmatched and needed to fall back, so she took the white, silver-tipped horn at her belt and let out a high cry that pierced through the rabble. With this sound, the cavalry and Garnothred retreated to the city. The horn blast took her lungs all they had, and she fell to one knee and put her hand on the ground to brace herself. Hireta, without a horse, was left alone in the field with the victorious enemy cavalry and injured soldiers that lay in the field.

    ***

    Baldric heard the cry of Hireta''s horn and was dismayed. The ground forces were taking heavy losses, and that sound meant Hireta was pulling the cavalry back to circle inside the city through the western gates since the Southern was being blocked by the masses of infantry.

    Suddenly, Baldric heard the high trumpets of the city gates. His troops had been slowly giving ground, and it seemed that they were now in range of the city''s defenses. A volley of arrows and bolts whizzed down onto the invading forces, and the royal troops gave a sudden surge forward. After two more volleys, Helewise and Sylvester¡¯s forces broke and fled back to a safe distance from the city.

    ¡°To the gates, to the gates!¡± Baldric shouted.

    The army began to filter behind the gates. Baldric was the last soldier to finally reach the safety of Hailgrad¡¯s walls. After he passed through, the heavy birch doors thudded closed with a loud boom, and it felt as if the army had let out a collective sigh.

    ¡°By Areandel, what in the blazes happened out there,¡± Halgreth shouted as he ran down from the walls.

    ¡°Helewise and Sylvester brought a host before us.¡± Baldric began, out of breath. ¡°One of their troops threw a javelin at one of my soldiers, and everything broke down. I sent Hireta to attack the flanks, but I heard her horn and saw they were falling back. I could not get a view of what was happening. We had not time to properly organize, and they got the better of us.¡± He scanned the soldiers in the courtyard. Many were standing in shock, and others were on the ground being tended to by healers. ¡°I never thought I would see the day where we killed our brothers and sisters at this great city''s gates.¡±

    ¡°Our view from the city was grim,¡± Halgreth said sourly as he scanned the royal army. ¡°When the riders flanked out to either end, they were getting pummeled by the archers and weapons of war Sylvester and Helewise brought. Hireta must have seen an opening where these troops were unprotected, so she charged. We were only just assembling the stone and soldiers to fire our catapults when we saw the charge.¡± He paused and looked at the ground with disgust and continued, ¡°Helewise and Sylvester kept their cavalry behind the hills and out of sight until it was just the right moment. They met Hireta and the riders unaware and delivered heavy losses from our count. We heard her horn, and the riders fled to the Western gate since the Southern gate was blocked by the ground forces. We can only hope she made it out.¡±

    The two ran up to the top of the gate. The view was devastating. The ground was strewn with the dead. All people of Hailgalad. Only days after thousands died of a terrible disease, the unthinkable had happened. ¡°All we can do is wait for the rider¡¯s return and to tend to our dead and wounded. Hireta is one of the strongest people I know. If anyone made it, she did.¡±

    They looked on as they heard one final united yell in the distance. Baldric knew in his heart that Hireta was a part of it.

    ***

    Hireta stood her ground, sword in hand. Her horse had died in the assault, and her shield was flung into the piles of arms and wounded soldiers. She tried to remain steadfast while her right side ached from the fall. Her best guess was her ribs were broken. Through the surges of pain, her eyes remained fixed on Sylvester, who stood in front of her atop his horse.

    ¡°Hireta, is it?¡± he said with a comforting tone. ¡°You have to know this was not my intention. This is a true tragedy. One that both your army and mine are to blame for, but you must understand our position. We are the people that will right the ship. Join us, I beg you, and help usher in a peaceful transfer of power.¡± Sylvester had a careful and gentle tone as he extended his hand.

    Hireta stood quiet for a moment, then she spoke. ¡°Do you honestly expect me to believe you?¡± she said. ¡°You brought an army to our king''s doorstep. You picked war and are thus responsible for it. Do not take me for a fool. I know you purposefully kept your cavalry in reserve to bait us in. You wanted this. You wanted to draw our army into a conflict while we were in the field. I will not be a part of your power-hungry escapade.¡± She bent her knees and clutched her sword with both hands.

    ¡°Very well,¡± Sylvester said as he jumped from his horse. He seemed much more athletic than Hireta had originally guessed. A squire came and handed him a sword. Judging by the extravagant make, it was Sylvester¡¯s. ¡°Thousands have already died what is one more to add if it means our kingdom''s deliverance.¡±

    Helewise cut in, ¡°Sylvester, this is quite enough. Let us take her. I will not have another die. Keep her with Gerrit and the others until this is over. She could be useful to us.¡±

    Sylvester did not listen and approached Hireta. He was dressed in sleek armor that had wolf-head pauldrons and a black tunic laced with silver. Hireta¡¯s thick armor, in the fashion of Baldric¡¯s, shone in the dying light. A few of the survivors of Hireta¡¯s riders stood behind her with their swords drawn, but she waved them off. Sylvester smiled at this and waved his left hand out to his troops.

    Hireta charged with a yell. Baldric had taught her to channel magic to reinforce her strength, and it was evident as she threw Sylvester back to the ground. Sylvester jumped to his feet; his lip was bloody. He was the better swordsman, and it proved in his lightning-fast counter as his sword found a gap in Hireta¡¯s armor.

    The pain rushed to Hireta¡¯s head as she winced. She grunted and slapped his sword down with hers. Then, she gathered herself and battered him in the face with the hilt of her blade.

    After a few more exchanges back and forth, Hireta had the upper hand. Once she closed the distance between them, Hireta would not be denied. She had dropped her sword and opted to come to blows instead, which culminated in her throwing Sylvester to the ground.

    As Sylvester lay there bloodied, Hireta picked up her sword and started to him. It looked as if it was over, but at the last instant, Sylvester yelled to stop her, and one of his guards loosed a crossbow bolt. It struck its mark with deadly accuracy. That is where Hireta, first lieutenant of the royal armies of Hailgalad, fell.

    The other soldiers of the royal army were outraged. They yelled and charged, but it was too late. Another volley came onto them, and they, too, fell in the fields of Aeros. With this act, the battle of the fields was over.