THE BATTLE OF AOHORN

In the land of the Neverland above the Great fall lives the Great king Ashqtorak who has a brother Demion the voyager and a sister minea an acher both live in far distance lands. King Ashqtorak was the great king of the elves and he was a great swordsman, a great defendant of the Union of Magnrun. In this time Neverland has other land that are over it borders and that including the Rogmar mining land of the orcs. The maritinaland of the goblets , the land 'Amiziron of the dwalves and the Orchardland of the human. It has been know since time in memorial that there was a peace treaty be held each by district and landlock to keep them from wars and conflicts and make them work in unity and arms.

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It was a very sunny day in Daekdale castle. The king was in his court with his queen lady lyria seated by his side when one of the guards came to him.

'Your majesty a messenger has come from the otherland and wishes to see you sire' . The guard prostrated.

"Let him in" .said Ashqtorak.

'Yes my Lord'

In a few pass of time. Walking across the courtyard was an elf with a long cape and a straw hat,long ears with what seems like a big bag weighing much was strolling by the side of the guard.

"Do walk quickly we don't have much time, the king has some serious meetings to attend" the elven guard looked quiet unsettled with the slow pace of the messenger.

'Aye. You see I got something bigger on me like a sleigh on an horses back or a loads of baggies on a jackass' Orlmon the messenger was just a humorous and jestern as was his nature and /or maybe...name.

When approaching the king chambers both elves bowed.

'Rise both of yui" the king said. " Whats your name and your visit to my castle friend'

" My Lord and my lady, my name is Orlmon son of lerziddorn grandson of Orlax the first messenger of the elven Kingdom of Neverland and i bring good tidings and as same bad tidings, only if my Lord world spare to choose that which suits him first to unravel" . Both the king and queen looked at the confidence exhibited by a funny looking elven messenger who hasnt passed the blossom of youth.

'Well hhh Orlmon ' the king began' ' I think I would go first with the good tidings but before then let my ward bring you wine for I see you came from a distant land and must be tired and a little tasty. Metis'

' Yes my lord' , A young servant came from door behind the chambers and walked pass the guide and the Orlmon.

' Bring fine wine made of grape for this gente elf'

'Ok my lord' the servant left without hesitating.

Few seconds he came to the courtyard with a tray.

' Here is your pint sire' serving Orlmon the silver tray with cup and a silver jug gave Orlmon a little shiver in the spine though he doesn't know if he was really excited or maybe having come from a far journey with little or no water but, here he is been giving royal wine to quench his taste was something most messengers would wish for.

'Thank you' Orlmon poured,took a deep gulp and returned the cup. 'Thank you my lord'

' So what brings you here' king Ashqtorak queried.

'Firstly my Lord, there have been news reaching out to all Neverland that young elves have devoted themselves to learn the skills of archery, mswordsmanship and the rest for that all elves including young and old has sworn to give their quaterly - yearly earnings to the treasury of Neverland to help finance this ambition as required by the Royal council and its members."

Bravo! Bravo! .The king clapped his hands. " You did bring good tidings that Duke mejvir should have given this long awaited time"

'Yes it was him that actually told me to bring you this tidings on my way from the marinalands" Orlmon spoke soberly with sincerity in his eyes.

"Oh was he?". The king was unfazed. 'So what is the bad news?'

'He asked me to inform you that War is coming. That the Peace Treaty has been broken and evil magic is rising in the dark path the otherlands are preparing for war. Sire" Orlmon voice now was more terrified and shaky than his domino before.

"There is but, one thing that you my lad will do for me Orlmon." The king spoke after a thoughtfull silence passed for a while.

'Aye my Lord i am at your service sire'.responded Orlmon with a hand on his heart.

'Tell Mejvir that he should send message across all otherland rulers that we should meet at the field of Gothan at the last sound when the crow croaks before twilight. There we will discuss. And any ruler who is not present at the time or couldn't make should then send word by a representative or thereby face the penance of the Royal council."

The King's words was sounding thunderous than meets his countenance but, one thing was known for sure the assemble of all kings in the realms means definitely war is coming. There is a leader that was bound not attend the gatherings.

'Aye my Lord I will send out word to him as instructed". Orlmon saddled his bag as his back took a bow at the king and queen Lyria who was quiet and observant the whole time; though she was looking at Orlmon thoughfully.And off he went crossed the courtyard and down the hallway that leads outside the castle escorted by the elven guard.

'My lord' it was lady Lyria who first spoke after Orlmon departure. " WHAT do you think of all this '

"Which of them my love' Ashqtorak was having his own thoughtful moment too.

'Of Mejvir talking about war coming. A messenger coming to inform us. Something we haven't seen in ages..."

'Well if war was coming we are better off prepared and know the course to why. That's the reason the meeting must hold and failure to attend without good reason makes one both king or Duke or governor an enemy and treat to the peace Treaty"

The king stood from his seat and left the court.

"The whole world is divided into two parts........ DEJECTION and DARKNESS"- Leo Tolstoy.

Over the mountains far in the North was the district of the Mages. Wizards with long straw hats longer than usual and of great height though they won't be called giant but,yes they were tall. It was this place that's filled with magic and magnificiency. Here you would see the goblins,elves,trolls,unicorns,gnomes,centaurs and all you could mention except for orcs. This district was majorly co-habited my Mages and the rest being minority. The leader of the wizards Aomarion;also known as Leader Supreme.

His second Galz the soothsayer and Lystere likewise known as little-dimpy the young elven mage were all working in the great Magical Hall of Eystebith. The hall is large enough to house hundred of scores of medieval armies.Eystebith is made up of three major departments.The Library filled with all kinds of magical books,the laboratory where the alchemist and magicians make all sorts of portions,and the Academy filled with young promising Mages. Eystebith was built with ancient magic. The hall of Eystebith isnt just a hall but also an academy it also has all kinds of activities going on it. Young Mages learning the craft of alchemy and Magic. All types of people and magical creatures carrying out their daily duties and work in the laboratory. Students of Eystebith are of all kinds of humanoids both humans,elves,centaurs,leprechauns and fauns. Galz the soothsayer was head master of the Academy and all students was under his care and supervision.

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It was usually cold in this part of the earth and being at the peak of the mountains Eystebith was one of the coldest places. Snow falls in the early hours of the day with little and not much sunlight in the evening. Galz was in chambers studying when there was a tap on his door.

"Permit me.Should I come in sire" was the gentle and harmless voice of Lystere.

"Oh yes you can little-dimpy" the affirmative tone of the mage still was usually the same. This has always been the routine. Little-dimpy knocks on the door asking to come in and Galz as always granting him the permission to come on in and Lystere replies 'oh thanks dear sire". And the next day same thing

happens again with Galz usually granting his permission, and the following day and the......It was common bond between the two and all masters,teacher students and workers in Eystebith knows that both mages were tight fellows. Lystere looking up to Galz as his big mentor and a father figure and Galz cherished him in his heart ever since he was brought to Eystebith as an orphan. Galz chambers was well condusive with a window and the room exhibits the exuberance of magic and definitely books.On his table was all sorts of books, a square map,a magical globe,pens and writing materials of different shapes and sizes.And hanging on the wall was the rumored mirror that sees the future (Lystere has been hearing this from some of the other students that Galz possess a mirror that show one what will happen in time to come) but, he was sure if the mirror he was looking at just now would be able to show one's outer appearances let alone the future; it was a dark glass fixed on a spherical piece of metal or steel made of magic.

Galz was examining a piece of writing through a magnifying glass.....

"Little-dimpy do you know what this would have been" the older mage gave the younger one the paper.

"I don't know" A few close glance at the paper the younger mage was rather confused."maybe Amish".

"No its ancient magic" replied Galz," And it says Nori dtame gatz meaning darkness comes".

"Uhhuhhu". little-dimpy shivered not by the cold,"that sounds a little scary"

"Yes it is"

"And how did you get em"Lystere was staring blankly at the Galz.

"Alas from my dream last night i was at the mining grounds of Rogmar"

"The land of the orcs"

" Yes. In a somewhat cave and there I saw Heragon with two witches of which I have no idea who they were. They were practising dark magic trying to conjure a power I haven't seen in ages long before I was part of this academy"The wizard became silent for a moment,looking at him he was definitely in deep thoughts.

"Have master Aomarion known about this "

"No" Galz replied dully with a little groan in his voice.

"Then you should rather tell him,there should be a gathering of the Wizard council" Lystere was optimistic.

"Telling Aomarion and summoning the council of wizards means something more sinister would be unravelled ...dimpy",Galz gazed at the young mage while touching his long gray beards.

"Yes of course" Little-dimpy was not bothered about a dream so much that he already knows that Galz wasnt called the soothsayer for nothing,he was the eye of Eystebith to the otherlands." I mean you are one of the best seers here ,you know better sire, what do you think this dream means"

'For I can tell it might mean one thing 'War'" was the solemn reply from the older mage.

"Then if Heragon wants war we and the otherlands should prepare to stop him"

"I will call for a meeting of the Wizard council" Galz said.

"Yes.so?"

"Yes. Me and you dimpy are going to travel to the otherlands after then to inform them of an impending war" The older mage then looked out from the window into the horizon.

The day of the meeting of the Kings and Dukes of the four realms has finally arrived. Almost all the royalties were present except for Heragon. It was unusual. Heragon being an absentee now means something fishy is going on. And not just fishy but really bad.Well Ashqtorak haven't notice that one of the dukes of Orchardland was absent too. Was this a coincidence or.....

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The event of the meeting was center of all lands.four big chairs made of stone that would fit a king. each big stone seat :one was made just at the North point that leads the way to Neverland. The other was made at the East point that leads to Orchardland. Another was made at the west for

Maritinaland of the goblins,fauns and satyrs.but the south seat was empty,and for sure it belongs the Heragon, leader of the orcs.king of the south. Other dukes and governors were present for the event some were on their horses ;othere made a little tent were the royalties while being part of the event. They were all gathered round the four seats.Queens were nor baroness were not allowed to attend this events except their husbands in the case of no husband they would send a representative be it a Duke or governor of their district to represent them.(The reason hasnt been understood some said it was four kings that started the meetings of the kings and it would be the masculine gender that would have to continue to attend to their meeting but, you know rules can be amended maybe in the near future a queen or maybe a commoner would bend the rules...?) This event was known as the UNITY or Union of Magnrun.

It was king Roland of the the Orchardland that first spoke.

"Greetings my fellow kings and all dukes,earls and barons".Roland spoke with a loud voice. He was a man in his fifties,husky with dark beards. He has large shoulders and a bushy eyebrows and a little tan in his skin that wasnt noticed much. Roland was an observant personality. He has a son Roland the second, a young man about twenty-three years old with long hairs and swift with his legs. Roland chooses to speak when he wants to and listen when spoken to but, today he felt that the sudden call of a gathering like this that happens only after a decade was not only surprising but suspicious. Roland the second was surely seated in one of the tents made for the royalties.

" Today, I would love us to please address to the reason why we are being summoned for this gatherings. For I have know slightest idea of-"

" There was a funny looking elf.. a messenger i presume that was sent by Mejvir to attend this meetings ". The interruption was king Edgar of the maritinaland. He was the dwarve king of the goblins,leprechauns and fauns. He was always feeling in bothered to the realities of life. He has a large nose that one would think he was breathing for two people. And he was of the liquor and wine. That's why he was always intoxicated. Edgar was likewise good with swords.

" I did ". Finally king Ashqtorak spoke. " gave Mejvir the order to call for this gatherings. And please Gentlemen we have a problem. The land has gradually refused to yield its crops and the water from the sea of perchees through the Great fall has changed it taste".

"Whatever that means"snorted Edgar.

"It means War is coming".Ashqtorak voice was steady and sounded thunderous for a moment. " I have received word from the council of the Wizards that Heragon is planning great evil with dark magic-".

"Dark magic?". The voice was the Earl of Rotterdam who sitting under the tent. "Haven't heard of those for a long time".

"Yes. It is dark magic" Ashqtorak affirmed.

"How did you come to know about it" .King Roland queried.

" We all know Galz the soothsayer. He is an expert wizard and dreamer. He came to me three nights ago with a younger mage and informed me about a word he heard Heragon speak in his dream. Nori dtame gatz meaning darkness is coming'

"Darkness comes" All eyes was on Edgar who answered correctly. Scratching his rough looking hair." I mean not like am practicing dark magic but,I know a word or two. Remember am leprechaun by birthright you know".

"That gives the reason why Heragon isn't here "Roland was subtle. " just few days ago a storm rampaged the zerith Saling channels of my district. The other time it was the people of heathlow complaining of seeing creatures looking giant bats eating there crop's yield. I think all this is now adding up especially the absent Heragon-"

"We cant say for sure" Ashqtorak was giving the benefit of doubt." Maybe we are all mistaken.."

" of what". Edgar chuckled." We all know that Heragon is sinister one among us here. We have all one way or another had our share of conflict with him in on lesser thing that doesnt merit war".

" I agree. Let's send him word to reach out to him why he isnt present today". Ashqtorak " I have already sent my men to him to why he isn't here today."

" I would say if the council of wizards who are truest of wizardry and has been out guide for years are telling us to be prepared ahead of doom. I think we take heed to their words" Roland stood up from his seat and wavered his hands to the rest of the royalties.

"Yes this means War and I have refused to explain to what happened some nights ago in my castle there was a sighting of fire breathing creature and I believe it belongs to Heragon" Edgar said with determination in his eyes.

This means War!!! This means War !!!

All royals both dukes,earls and governorss and even the two kings except Ashqtorak were howling above their voices.

Ashqtorak was calm and sites on filled with the illusion of thoughts on his own.