Chapter One: The Fall of The King

"He is mad" several have claimed over the years. Mad to the point where your thoughts are not your own. Where your words, movements and fears are coming from somewhere that is severed from you, where the concept of the real you have ceased to exist. Of course, he had gone mad. King Falem...King, what a mighty king I am he thought to himself. What is a king without a Queen? He was nothing more than a hate mongrel now, only he was too far insane to see it. Pacing around the dark chamber room all he could hear was the sluggish footsteps that his own weight was bearing down on the floor. The thick heavy drapes were pulled together securely so no natural light could pierce into the room, although it was half passed eleven in the morning you would under no circumstances recognize it by the looks of that room, for it was cloaked with the look of the dead of night.
The king was not always like this, he was not always the man that drew his blade first, that possessed that look of hollowness and detest in his eye. There was a time when Emeron and all the realms in it meant something to him. For thirty-five years he served her, as if she was his own love. Truth be known the Realms have fallen second to the love of Lamora. The instant he saw her, he knew that he would be with her for the remainder of his existence and there would never be another women for him. As he staggered to the table that was positioned at the west side of the room he understood all to well that it was too early for a pint, but he stopped caring long ago.

Riding through the waning part of the Forest of Aurnan, Nikale could finally see the little houses that lazily sat high on the tree tops. It was a three days journey to the Fieral Glades from the Elefin Village. However she did not mind for she welcomed the solitude that the ride had given her and the peacefulness that it conveyed deep within her soul. The village was so complicated at times, that she could not wait to take these trips by herself to be alone with just her and her thoughts. Emeron used to be a different place, at least for a child the world seemed much safer than it did now. Upon turning eighteen everyone expected different things from her, different from she wanted in her heart.....

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