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Chapter 1

Baeein ran through the forest.  He had heard a scream.  Someone was in trouble.  Low branches caught in his dark hair that stuck up and out in two different locks, seeming to try to slow him down.

A root almost seemed to lift up and catch his shoes, causing him to fall over behind a bush.  He cursed under his breath and started getting back up.

There was a sound of footsteps.  And not just a couple like one person walking nor a few like a few people walking.  It was synchronized steps in the hundreds heading his way.

Baeein looked through the bush.  Hundreds of soldiers marched over the body of a fallen member of another village.  The soldiers all had a glazed look in their eyes like they were mindless zombies controlled by an unseen force.  Instead of being limbless like nearly every creature on the planet, they had arms and legs.

Baeein stared in awe for a moment.  He had never seen a creature with limbs before unless one counted wings on a bird.  But he was snapped out of it when he noticed the limbless person on the ground that they had killed.  They were hostile and they were heading toward his village.

Baeein got up and ran in the opposite direction, back to his village.  He had to warn everyone and think of some way to conquer this enemy.

Baeein waited outside.  He had made it to the village an hour or so later and warned people and a counsel was being held inside a house.  He wasn’t part of the counsel so he wasn’t able to go in, but listening through a crack in the wall no one seemed to notice just yet was no problem.

The only thing they could decide on was the fact that they had to leave Gharmon.  A small journey away was the city of Jemner, well known for its defenses.  With the enemy so close they had to leave almost immediately.

But how to defeat an army so huge was another story.  Baeein thought the whole thing was pointless.  They would do just as well fighting the army in Jemner as anywhere else.  There wasn’t much sense in arguing about it.

Another voice rose over the counsel, quieting the others.  It was the only member with the gift of foresight.

“A man by the name of Dark controls the army.  He creates his soldiers day by day.  We cannot defeat this threat unless we defeat him.” She said.

“And how do we do that?” another member asked irritably.

“Dark seeks the Fire Blade.  It is a powerful weapon, capable of cutting almost anything.  It is because of this strong power that only few can use it.  Dark believes himself to be one of those few.  If we can beat him to the Fire Blade, we might just stand a chance.”

At the mention of the Fire Blade, Baeein felt a strange pulling sensation.  He looked south, where the pulling was coming from.  It was as if destiny itself were calling for him.  And he knew he had to get that blade.

“I will go.” Said a familiar voice.  Baeein sighed, for it was the voice of Erverar, the best fighter in Gharmon.  Of course everyone would send him.  “Where is it?”

“Go south to the Island of Caneas.  Venture into the serpent’s cave and you shall find what you seek and more.” The woman said.

“More?” Erverar asked.  “Do you mean there is treasure also?”

The woman answered, “Surprises down every path await you.  Any treasure you may find will be made of not jewels and gold, but a hero, pure of heart, who will save his race until his death.”

“I’ll go then” Erverar said, obviously thinking he was the hero.  “And I’ll defeat Dark and his army.”

A sudden sound of footsteps made Baeein jump to his feet.  The door opened and the counsel came out.  Erverar, who knew Baeein well, knew he had been listening.

“This is too dangerous for you, Baeein.” He said.  “Let me handle it.”

Anger burned inside Baeein when Erverar said that.  “I can handle anything.  Don’t act like I’m a kid just wanting to go along for an adventure.”

“I’m not treating you like a kid.  I’m just saying stay out of this one.”

Baeein smiled.  “A race then?” And took off running south towards the gate.

Erverar stood in surprise for a moment, but then took off after Baeein.  Between the two, Erverar was the fastest.  He came up along Baeein’s side.

“A race, huh?” he said.  “Last I checked, speed wasn’t your strongest point.”

Baeein looked at him for a second, then was about to say something when he looked ahead of him a cart was being pulled into the street.  It was full of the person’s possessions as if her were preparing to leave and being pulled by a limbless horse.

No problem.  Baeein thought as he jumped over the cart.  His foot got caught on a bag and he was flung into the cargo.  Erverar ran past him.

The horse reared back and cried out, then ran off into the street.  Baeein desperately held onto the bags, hoping they didn’t fall out and carry him with them.  He passed Erverar and rode out the gate and into the forest.  He had won this round.

Description
Chapter 1

Baeein ran through the forest.  He had heard a scream.  Someone was in trouble.  Low branches caught in his dark hair that stuck up and out in two different locks, seeming to try to slow him down.

A root almost seemed to lift up and catch his shoes, causing him to fall over behind a bush.  He cursed under his breath and started getting back up.

There was a sound of footsteps.  And not just a couple like one person walking nor a few like a few people walking.  It was synchronized steps in the hundreds heading his way.

Baeein looked through the bush.  Hundreds of soldiers marched over the body of a fallen member of another village.  The soldiers all had a glazed look in their eyes like they were mindless zombies controlled by an unseen force.  Instead of being limbless like nearly every creature on the planet, they had arms and legs.

Baeein stared in awe for a moment.  He had never seen a creature with limbs before unless one counted wings on a bird.  But he was snapped out of it when he noticed the limbless person on the ground that they had killed.  They were hostile and they were heading toward his village.

Baeein got up and ran in the opposite direction, back to his village.  He had to warn everyone and think of some way to conquer this enemy.

Baeein waited outside.  He had made it to the village an hour or so later and warned people and a counsel was being held inside a house.  He wasn’t part of the counsel so he wasn’t able to go in, but listening through a crack in the wall no one seemed to notice just yet was no problem.

The only thing they could decide on was the fact that they had to leave Gharmon.  A small journey away was the city of Jemner, well known for its defenses.  With the enemy so close they had to leave almost immediately.

But how to defeat an army so huge was another story.  Baeein thought the whole thing was pointless.  They would do just as well fighting the army in Jemner as anywhere else.  There wasn’t much sense in arguing about it.

Another voice rose over the counsel, quieting the others.  It was the only member with the gift of foresight.

“A man by the name of Dark controls the army.  He creates his soldiers day by day.  We cannot defeat this threat unless we defeat him.” She said.

“And how do we do that?” another member asked irritably.

“Dark seeks the Fire Blade.  It is a powerful weapon, capable of cutting almost anything.  It is because of this strong power that only few can use it.  Dark believes himself to be one of those few.  If we can beat him to the Fire Blade, we might just stand a chance.”

At the mention of the Fire Blade, Baeein felt a strange pulling sensation.  He looked south, where the pulling was coming from.  It was as if destiny itself were calling for him.  And he knew he had to get that blade.

“I will go.” Said a familiar voice.  Baeein sighed, for it was the voice of Erverar, the best fighter in Gharmon.  Of course everyone would send him.  “Where is it?”

“Go south to the Island of Caneas.  Venture into the serpent’s cave and you shall find what you seek and more.” The woman said.

“More?” Erverar asked.  “Do you mean there is treasure also?”

The woman answered, “Surprises down every path await you.  Any treasure you may find will be made of not jewels and gold, but a hero, pure of heart, who will save his race until his death.”

“I’ll go then” Erverar said, obviously thinking he was the hero.  “And I’ll defeat Dark and his army.”

A sudden sound of footsteps made Baeein jump to his feet.  The door opened and the counsel came out.  Erverar, who knew Baeein well, knew he had been listening.

“This is too dangerous for you, Baeein.” He said.  “Let me handle it.”

Anger burned inside Baeein when Erverar said that.  “I can handle anything.  Don’t act like I’m a kid just wanting to go along for an adventure.”

“I’m not treating you like a kid.  I’m just saying stay out of this one.”

Baeein smiled.  “A race then?” And took off running south towards the gate.

Erverar stood in surprise for a moment, but then took off after Baeein.  Between the two, Erverar was the fastest.  He came up along Baeein’s side.

“A race, huh?” he said.  “Last I checked, speed wasn’t your strongest point.”

Baeein looked at him for a second, then was about to say something when he looked ahead of him a cart was being pulled into the street.  It was full of the person’s possessions as if her were preparing to leave and being pulled by a limbless horse.

No problem.  Baeein thought as he jumped over the cart.  His foot got caught on a bag and he was flung into the cargo.  Erverar ran past him.

The horse reared back and cried out, then ran off into the street.  Baeein desperately held onto the bags, hoping they didn’t fall out and carry him with them.  He passed Erverar and rode out the gate and into the forest.  He had won this round.