Soul of Darkness Chapter 7

Cold Memories

Nothing seemed to change his situation to the Elf's mind. Though he longed for acceptance of his kind, Galatin took heed in Cornelius’s warning. He did not however, abandon his thoughts and feelings. Burying them away deep within his heart, Someday the time would come, he thought. Nothing would prevent him.

It seemed now as if time passed quickly for Galatin, one moment it seemed he was a child and in a blink of an eye his childhood had ended. Seasons had changed, as they did every year, the ground was now hard and frozen with light frost covering it causing the surrounding settings appear white with winter. The river had frozen over and the mist that usually lay across the land had grown into a deeper thick fog making it easier for Galatin to make his way around undetected.

                He had grown accustomed to moving cautiously through the woods; especially now that he knew he was being hunted ever so more it seemed each day by Natilius and his band.

 They were playing harder now. Sometimes they would unleash the hounds onto his trail while other times Galatin could have sworn they had found the upper had on him. Fortunately he was always able to slink away just in time to avoid a skirmish.

                Every now and then however when the opportunity was available he would pick off the distant patrols and tie them to a nearby tree in order to annoy his nemesis. Angry and with rage Natilius would return to the city empty handed. Their hunts and pursuits had gotten more elaborate over the years, advancing in strategy and preparation.

 Galatin too had grown in skill, sometimes it almost seemed too easy like a game playing back and forth between him and the young knights. No matter what any of them would do Galatin was always one step ahead of them. It also seemed the standard brute force Natilius would have to accompany him had gotten weaker (or perhaps had ceased to improve) yet Natilius was the real challenge, obsessed with his capture of the Dark One he had erased any reason in his life and had made Galatin his first and only priority.

With the season as it was now, the attacks and hunts became lesser and lesser as the winter took a heavier toll. Galatin could almost roam free among the forest without any worry and with the river frozen over gave him much more opportunity to crossing and making visits to Calina.

In fact he had made many trips since the first frost, the last time he did so he was almost seen by Calina’s chamber servant Martha who had entered the garden looking for her young charge, usually she wouldn’t do so but being as it was wickedly cold outside she had to insist for the girl’s health and well being.

As she turned the corner Galatin could sense something was not right, in a blink of an eye he leaped behind one of the white trees in the garden and attempted to stay discreet.

“Dear child! What in heaven’s name are you doing out here alone!?” Martha said in a very strict tone.

“Just attempting to keep you on your toes dear Martha,” Calina said sarcastically with a smile.

Martha was not impressed, “If only I could relax with you girl! I could have sworn I saw a man here!”

Calina shook her head, “Oh Martha, you’re eyesight must be weakening, I’ve been alone all day.”

“I know what I saw!” Martha glared into the tree, Galatin could have sworn she looked right at him. She wrinkled her nose and stared for a second into the branches. Finally she broke the focus and turned back Calina, “Perhaps you’re right, perhaps I am seeing things, either way you had better come inside before you catch your death.”

“I’ll be inside in a second Martha. Give me a little more time.”

Martha looked into Calina’s eyes. She could tell something was important to the girl and that no matter what she would say the maiden would be reluctant. “Alright, but only for a minute longer, afterward you are coming in for tea!”

Calina bowed her head softly, “Yes ma’am,” she said as Martha turned and returned to her duties within the palace.

After that incident they had made their meetings shorter and more discreet. They were never anything grand or important most of the time they would just talk for hours about life and their adventures. Sometimes they never met at all, however they always stayed in close connection.

Deep within his heart Galatin knew she was special to him; at times he would suffer in agony as he would ponder of how he could tell her his feelings. Other than his master, Calina was the only other soul he could trust. He wished he could tell her how he felt but he couldn’t seem to find the words neither describe what it was he felt for her. She was important to him and was a great friend, that she already knew, for some reason or another however Galatin knew she was a larger part in his life.

“What is it? Something’s bothering you I can tell,” Calina asked him on another previous meeting. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Galatin’s mind went blank; he thought for a moment and attempted to piece the words together in his head.  

“I can tell you’re thinking hard, what’s going on?” She said as she smiled kindly.

Galatin smiled back. “Just how the other day I saw the strangest sight,” He attempted to change the subject. “I could have sworn I saw a dragon, fly over my head in the woods.”

Laughing in disbelief Calina shook her head upon hearing a ridiculous tale, Galatin however remained serious. “Come now, a Dragon? Please, there hasn’t been a Dragon spotted anywhere in Rovania for the past hundred years.” Calina said as she laughed. Galatin didn’t change expression. Calina suddenly began to wonder if he was telling the truth.

“Well then that makes me famous then,” Galatin smiled. “I’m the first to see one in such a long time.”

“Are you certain you saw one? It very well could have been a large bird?”

“I could feel its hot breath,” he smiled sarcastically.

“Then it had to have been Martha,” the two laughed out loud and continued their conversation without other thought of the previous subject.

Life was difficult for the two of them; it seemed they were both outcasts in each other’s worlds. Calina had been an outcast by her political standing father who could not spare a moment for his daughter leaving her in the hands of servants. Galatin had been an outcast for the strange mark he bore. Sometimes it would be none other than a mark or designed scar on his forearm but lately it had began to glow its blue color brightly.

“What do you think it means?” Calina asked during one of their reunions looking at the glowing spectacle.

Lowering his head seemingly in shame Galatin stayed silent for a small moment, then looking out toward the eastern mountains he spoke plainly. “I don’t know, but I know it’s not what they say I am.”

Like echoes of the past, the conversations and experiences passed through Galatin’s memories. It was winter now, and years had gone by. They had grown close as close as friends do. It seemed either one could tell the other almost anything. Galatin thought deep within as he walked casually toward the bank of the river.

At the clearing he stopped and waited making sure everything was clear. Once he starts to cross the river he would be in the open, vulnerable for a few minutes. Though he knew the tower guards were weaker on this side of the wall he also knew he could not make mistakes.

After waiting a few minutes, Galatin slowly crept out of the cover of the trees and onto the icy surface. The fog was thick which though helped him with his cover it also made him nervous since he could easily be the target of another hunter in the thickness.

The ice was beginning to be unstable in some parts; lightly he crept across it swiftly toward the shadows of the white walls.

Suddenly the ice cracked and his foot went numb as it broke through a small fishing hole dug into the ice. The cold water stung and freezed his nerves as he quickly attempted to remove his foot from the small hole. Then he realized how much danger he really was in as he heard a small crack snap beneath his knee. He had to move carefully and slowly if he were to make it across the thin ice.

He was only a few meters away from the shore, just a few more stretches and he would be on dry, safe land.

“So many years my friend, so many chases, yet so many escapes,” a devious voice suddenly cracked through the air as the ice at his feet. Galatin knew who it was and knowing his predicament felt as though the sword had already pierced his heart as Natilius appeared from behind the trees next to the wall, cloaked in his green cloak and armored with pride, Natilius stood with a large battle axe out and ready gripped in his hands. “Now I’ve got you!”

Smiling at the luck he had standing helplessly before him, Natilius stood with pride holding the weapon. Behind him was none other than his two finest who also sneered and smiled sarcastically toward the sight. They had him right where they wanted him and Galatin knew it.

Galatin’s eyes widened and his heart sank, he was defenseless. Staring into the eyes of his lifelong enemy he could see the hatred and pleasure of the young Elf. He looked down and saw the ice crack more his life was in the hands of his hunters.

“Hope you can swim, the water is quite refreshing I’m sure,” Cal bellowed with a chuckle.

Galatin wanted to turn and run but his thoughts were suddenly devastated when he saw he covered by six other recruits with crossbows lined with perfect shots.

 Natilius raised the axe above his head, “Now is the ending of darkness and shadow!” he yelled as  he struck the ice.

Before he knew what had happened Galatin’s feet lost its ground from beneath him and a cold chill rushed passed him as he fell through the ice.

Soul of Darkness Chapter 6

The Enemy Within

 Leaves slowly began to fall to the ground in the palace garden. The once green and luscious trees had turned to orange, yellow and red. The beautiful flowers had now wilted and the change of the seasons had made its toll to the grounds.

                Below the trees on the bench where she spent much of her time sat Calina, who over the years had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her beauty came more with her age with her hair still gold as it was the day Galatin met her and her eyes still sparkling of emerald green. Showing maturity in her face the years had introduced the woman from the girl.

                She was alone as she was most days, but unlike before she carried a smile of joy which was shown brighter each day for the past nine years. Ever since she met him their relationship with one another grew stronger every time they were together. Upon her lap she carefully handled the flower he had given her the first time they had met. It had withered but still kept its color since she had pressed it with in a book to preserve it.

                Time with her friend Galatin however had been lowered as the search for him became stronger. Sethal had raised the cities superstition and before anyone knew it, the search became a hunt. Still, Galatin always seemed to manage to get passed them and into the city to make a visit ever so often or at least leave a blue rose or letter.

                Today was like any other day for Calina, everyday she would await in the garden from where they had their first encounter and long for him to come. Holding the flower closely in her hands she would re-live their meetings a million times over wondering of how it would all end.

                For one reason or another she felt at times a sense of connection between the two of them, an understanding of their separate situations. The boy she grew to know over the years had become her closest friend. And yet at times she wondered if he was hiding something from her. Perhaps the mystery was what intrigued her or perhaps it was curiosity to see what would come in the end.

                Miles away and deep in the forest a young handsome and matured Galatin aimed for his target and fired. The arrow flew through the trees until finally it hit a moving swallow almost completely out of sight for the average marksman. He lowered his bow, Galatin had also changed with age, his ears had pointed out to maturity and his hair had grown long and wavy which he had fixed in a nice respectable ponytail. His face was chiseled and well built, he was now forty years old and looked of a strong lad of eighteen. He had passed sixteen years of training and was confident in his skills which showed much in his sparring and tasks.

                Walking back to the hut with his kill he couldn’t stop pondering about the fair maiden who he had met years before. He had never felt more for anything or anyone as he had felt for her, a feeling of comfort and trust, something that he only had experienced lightly with Cornelius. This however was different. He wondered if she felt the same for him at times and wished he could tell her how he felt for her but feared he would lose what trust he did have.

                Upon reaching the cabin he laid down the dead bird onto a rock next to the fire pit where he and Cornelius always prepared their food. Cornelius arriving from the opposite direction with an armful of wood approached the fire and threw them lightly to the side.

Sitting down and drawing his knife, Cornelius closely inspected Galatin’s kill. He looked up at his young charge with a smile and complimented on his accomplishment, “I will say this much, those Elf eyes of yours are something I envy, could use a pair myself.”

                “You know Cornelius, looks aren’t everything,” Galatin smiled a sarcastic smile as he hung his satchel and bow gently on a branch.

                 Cornelius chuckled slightly under his breath, “One thing you don’t lack my son is confidence.”

                “Comes with practice, perhaps I will teach you one day,” Galatin said with a smirk as he opened up another satchel and retrieved some salt.

                “The student becomes the teacher; I must warn you my young charge I am not an easy old goat to teach.” Cornelius slowly cut a slit down the middle of the fowl and carefully cut out the innards.

                Galatin laughed once more as he placed the small bag of salt next to the fir and sat down close. Carefully he began to clean and polish his sword as he discoursed with his mentor. The blade was already perfectly shined so that Galatin could see his own reflection on its blade; he would polish the sword everyday however regardless. For some reason it brought peace to mind within the young Elf. For one reason or another he had much on his mind.

He looked closely into the reflecting blade. Staring at his own face Galatin felt a feeling of incomplete within his heart. Though this was a usual emotion he had experienced today was different for some reason in Galatin’s mind. Other then feeling a sense of unwanted or banished Galatin felt a sense he had never felt prior, a sense of unsatisfied. Even if she did feel for him they could never have a future together. There seemed to be no answers. Was this to be his life? He thought.

Deep inside he knew be didn’t belong here and that perhaps somewhere out there was something greater waiting. Yet at the same time he yearned for a chance to live in peace, to have a normal life, a life full of freedom and tranquility.

For a moment he thought he could see how his life could have been as the forest disappeared around him in his imagination and transformed into the great courtyard of Havalon. White Flowers gradually fell from overhead while townsfolk passed by and continued their daily duties. Dressed as a noble he stood alone with no care in the world as he walked down the granite walkway and touched the walls as he passed by.

Slowly he turned toward the central garden and there sitting under a white tree was her, hair as gold as he remembered, skin as beautiful and fair as it was, and her emerald green eyes sparkling as she looked toward him.

“Daydreaming again are we?” Cornelius’s voice broke through the vision. Slowly the forest began to reappear and reality returned.

“Only a bit,” Galatin sat back and silently and kept his thoughts to himself. Looking up toward the cloudy sky he wondered if anyone else was in a similar situation. His heart sank deep within his chest. How could there be happiness when there is so much pain? He thought.

“You keep spending your days dreaming and the high priest will have you dead without a challenge.” Cornelius said as he arose and began dressing the meet carefully.

“When will it end?” Galatin asked, now in a more serious tone than before. “Will it ever end in joy or am I destined to face a dark conclusion?”

Cornelius paused and thought deeply as he listened. Softly he sighed and carefully set down the meet on a spit over the fire. He knew there had to be a chance for Galatin but at times he feared the worst would come.

There hadn’t been open diversity amongst the races in centuries. Had he taken him to live in the human kingdoms he would have been shunned, viewed as a freak of nature and never find acceptance. There was only one way and this was it.

Reverently he walked to the youth and sat down beside him. “Nothing lasts forever Galatin, suffering and pain may endure throughout the night but the sun never ceases to rise.” Lightly he placed his hand upon Galatin’s shoulder. “No matter how dark it gets, there is always light. There is always forgiveness for ourselves and the ones who wrong us.”

“Forgiveness for what!?” Galatin jumped to his feet in a furious rage. “Why must I continue to suffer and wait for them to change!? My whole life I have waited here only to see the city so close and can only wonder what it would be like to live among them. If not there why stay here? There is a whole other world out there that I have never laid eyes upon.”

Cornelius sat quiet and pondered over the remarks, for the first time it seemed he had nothing to say. What he said was true, perhaps it would have been better had they left the realm. But had they had done so he would have never been able to return and would live his life alone. Perhaps either way he would be alone but a small chance was better than any.

“Sometimes in order to accept the future we must accept the past Galatin.” Cornelius spoke softly, “what has happened has happened, there is nothing we can do about it but move forward.”

“You speak of these things and yet you don’t know the pain I know!” Galatin said furiously.

Standing to his feet Cornelius looked into Galatin’s eyes with compassion, “I know Galatin; I too have been cast out. In the end of it all, after years of hatred and revenge to the ones responsible I learned who the greatest enemy really was.”

Humbly the monk walked away toward the fire to check on the meat. Silently he seasoned it and poured water lightly over the top.

Galatin shamefully approached his mentor, “Who was it? The real enemy you discovered.”

There was silence for a few seconds as Galatin intently listened. Finally Cornelius spoke in a manner Galatin had rarely if not never heard, a sad and painful tone was in his voice almost a sense of regret, the voice that mirrored the emotions and images that had now come to revisit the monk that very moment, thoughts of history long gone, “The enemy was within.”

Soul of Darkness Chapter 5

Ambush in the Forest

Closing the secret passage tightly and seeing that no one was around, Galatin stealthily moved back toward the river. The rain had ceased to fall left a muggy atmosphere with the ground wet and muddy. The water seemed to have risen since he had crossed it only hours before, he almost had to swim as the water was more than waist deep.

He had found the parchment and pen in the shed, thanks to Cornelius’s teachings he was able to write the note. Afterwards he climbed to her balcony and delivered it before she returned. The rose was a rare flower, one that could only be found on his side of the river deep in the forest. He had found it one day as he was foraging. Caring for it for years the plant eventually died every year and would be replaced with a bed of offspring. It always brought hope to Galatin for some reason. The thought that there was hope, even for the most unlikely.

Cornelius must be wondering where he had gone, perhaps even out looking for him. The thought of getting caught by his master brought a painful feeling deep into Galatin’s bones, not that he felt guilty nor discouraged at what he had done but more of the feeling of disappointment from his mentor. The very thought caused him to shiver.

                Finally he made it to the other side, he was safe now, no one from the city ever ventured across the river, except on very rare occasions. He looked one last time towards the city, the image of her face burned permanently in his mind. It was true what he had said, she was worth it and she would be worth it forever.

Breaking away from his daze he listened intently and scanned the area. Something was not right; it was too quiet, not even a sound of a bird was heard, let alone anything. It was the same feeling he felt every time him and Cornelius sparred, the feeling and silence when someone was close by.

Cautiously he drew his sword and his knife. Listening carefully to all his surroundings Galatin moved closer into the opening of the trees. If there was something or someone hunting him they would find him now that he was slightly in the open, which was what Galatin wanted. He was ready now, he had his guard, and he was ready strike.

                He walked for another foot then suddenly stopped. The sound was faint and almost nonexistent but he knew exactly what it was when he heard it, a crack of someone stepping on a twig behind him. Without hesitation he turned and threw the knife toward the figure who was attempting to sneak up on him. The knife flew through the air and stuck directly into a tree, only inches away from the attacker’s face. Abruptly stopping with surprise, the Elf looked directly at the knife with wide opened eyes.

It was a young squire of the knight’s academy and Galatin didn’t have to look at his face a second longer to know who it was; the long scar cut down across the lads face was enough to tell Galatin that he was in trouble once again. He himself had given him that scar only years before. It was Aremos, and where Aremos was Galatin was sure he would encounter at least the other two. Without thinking twice Galatin made a run from his attacker who gave chase with a high speed sprint.

                 It seemed as if he had run for only a few feet and already could feel the breath of his attacker from behind, he was on his heels. Galatin had to do something quick, think of something that could stop or at least slow down the chase. Even though he was very active, judging by the speed and acceleration of his opponent he was no match for him much longer.

He could feel Aremos’s hands begin to clasp onto his cloak, he had to do something fast before he was dragged down. He ran toward a tree then stopped. Turning, he swiftly slammed his opponents head into the trunk using his own speed to lunge him forward.

Aremos fell to the ground from the blow. His nose began to bleed down his mouth and chin as he rolled on the ground and wailed in pain. Galatin knew however it was far from over.

Instantly and without warning he was grabbed from behind by Cal. The large brute’s  arms like giant snakes squeezed across Gallatin’s chest and with much force found himself swooped off the ground and thrown ten feet from where he was standing into a tree.

“Take him down Cal!” Aremos said, now back on his feet drew his sword and holding his possibly broken nose charged toward Galatin. Rising quickly to his feet Galatin grabbed the wrist of his attacking foe and tossed him over his shoulder straight into the same tree Cal had thrown him into prior, knocking him out of the fight.

Cal drew his sword and furiously swung it toward Galatin who dodged away from his strikes, ducking from a swing for the head and somersaulting from one for his side. Frantically he searched for his own sword which had been lost from when he was thrown. It was about ten feet away with Cal directly in his path.

Cal raised his sword and swung downward. Grabbing his wrists as they came down on him, Galatin pulled Cal down and kneed him in the face making him stumble backward. With haste he ran to his sword and back into the trees away from his attackers.

Catching his balance, the young warrior shook off the shock and quickly pursued after Galatin. Thinking he would corner him in the thickness of the trees, he smiled deviously. He turned the corner to what he knew was a dead end; there was no escape this time Cal thought. He could almost taste the victory and honor of ridding the dark menace from existence. Quickly he turned to face his prey and swung blindly towards the direction, Galatin was gone.

“Show yourself you coward!” Cal yelled amongst the trees. The giant oaf scanned nervously completely around him. Sweat dripped from his damped dark hair and he breathed heavily. He knew exactly what was going on, the tables had turned, he was now the prey and Galatin was the predator.

Gracefully and delicately a small leaf glided down directly above Cal whose eyes caught it as it descended past them. He looked up from where the leaf had come and for a split second he saw the dark shadow of Galatin crouching on a high branch. Leaping quickly from his point, Galatin pounced on him throwing a good blow to the head knocking Cal out cold.

A small quiet applause sounded from behind Galatin. Turning from his knocked out opponent he didn’t even have to guess who it was that had basked them with his presence with a small arrogant clap.

Mounted on his horse in a posture of arrogance, the young leader grinned mischievously towards his nemesis. It may have been years since Galatin had seen the face of Natilius but he recognized him just as well he had been recognized by them.

“Bravo, bravo Galatin. I’m impressed. You’ve single handedly defeated my best men,” Natilius continued to smile as he casually leaned forward on his saddle, “It’s also a surprise to see you’re still alive. “

“Sorry to disappoint you,” Galatin said as he glared at Natilius with eyes as piercing as swords and burning red with anger. “What do you want Natilius!”

“Simple dark one, I want you dead and I want to be the one to kill you.” his voice still calm as it was before.

 “I don’t want to kill anyone Natilius. I’ll go my way, and we’ll call it even, but if I have to fight you I can promise you that you’ll be no match alone against me.”

“On the contrary my friend you are clearly outnumbered,” Natilius said with a small smirk as six young horsemen appeared from the thickness of the trees behind him, armed with swords, bows and arrows. “I came prepared this time.”

Galatin’s eyes widened and his heart felt as if it had leaped into his throat. The Archers drew their arrows and aimed towards their target.

“I suggest you run,” Natilius smiled as he raised his hand to direct. “Archers! Release!” he shouted as he motioned the order just as Galatin dove into the trees.  

Arrows wisped passed his head, swiftly Galatin crawled more into the thickness of the forest. “Cavalry! Pursue!” Natilius ordered as he drew his sword and led the charge into the vegetation.

He had done it now. Galatin thought in his head as he ran slightly crouched so as not to be seen by his hunters who were swiftly getting closer, cutting their way through the trees. He could only out run them for so long, he knew he could use the vegetation to hide himself and to slow them down but he also knew this game of cat and mouse would only last for so long.

His options had grown thin, however he still carried his bow but only one arrow remained in his pouch. He had to think fast, what did he have for advantage that they would least expect? He thought, they would be expecting him to run and nothing more, the last thing they would expect him to do would turn and fight.

 So they wanted to play, or at least that’s what Galatin was thinking. If they had come all this way and gone through so much trouble to take him out he had better make it worthwhile for them.

Slowly he slid behind a tree knowing that the riders were right behind him, he wasn’t sure about his plan but he had to do something. He drew the arrow and held it tight in his hand. The gallops of one of the horses moved closer. His heart thundered loudly in his chest as the gallops came closer and louder in his ears. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily, imagining his plan over and over in his head, it was a giant risk but there was no turning back now. He had to succeed, he had to live, live to see her once again.

 The horse began to pass from around the corner, without hesitation Galatin drove the arrow into the side of the beast and using it as a handle held for his life as the horse surprised at the attack took off on a rampaging run. Without another moment to think, Galatin swung himself up to his enemy.

The young knight hardly had enough time to realize what had happened before he found himself thrown off onto the ground by the hijacker. The horse was lame now from the wound but it was better than what he had before.

Maneuvering passed the trees at high speed Galatin made his way toward the cabin. His hopes of being free quickly vanished when he looked behind him only to see himself being pursued by Natilius as well as the other five riders.

With his attackers gaining quickly Galatin changed course making his way into the thicker parts of the trees. He ducked out of the way of a lower limb barely making his way through and looking back just in time to see the rider to the right of Natilius thrown from his saddle and slam to the ground which threw off the rider closest to him out of control and head first off his mount so as not to trample his fellow soldier.

Natilius ducked from the limb and continued the pursuit with the other three. “Split up and take him by the sides!” Natilius shouted to his men who dispersed in opposite directions.

Galatin looked around him and saw exactly what was going on, he had chasers to his left and his right with Natilius behind. Looking forward he smiled competitively as he leaned to the side of the horse and reached to the ground and gracefully scooped up a rotting log from the ground.

The rider to his left came in by the side with his sword drawn and struck toward Galatin who blocked it barely with his wooden weapon. Galatin looked into the eyes of his attacker and smiled confidently as he pushed his sword back and struck downward on the horse’s shins causing him to buck forward. The rider had no chance, like a rag doll he was thrown forward into the branches violently.

Looking to his right now Galatin could see the other attacker engaging fast, keeping his distance the young knight drew his crossbow and aimed. Galatin’s eyes widened at the sight as the arrow cut through the air, he changed course just in time, causing the arrow to graze across his shoulder. The pain almost threw Galatin off balance as he steered the horse away. The young knight smiled at his accomplishment but carelessly focused too much toward his target only to turn back focus into a low limb to his face.

Natilius winded and maneuvered passed his fallen comrades, if he had to do this himself he would. It was now between the two of them, nothing to this point in his life was anything compared to the eager Natilius felt at this moment, he was going to catch up and he was going to fulfill his duty and cut the bastards throat.

Galatin had to think fast, he knew this forest probably better than anyone other than Cornelius. They had been moving west and Galatin knew that he was heading for a drop. About a half a mile more the terrain was altered to a steep hill, Galatin had to begin slowing down in order to make it; he hoped however that his opponent wouldn’t. Slowing down would be a challenge in itself; the other was avoiding the strikes from Natilius.

Drawing his sword, Natilius, determined and anxious engaged Galatin from behind and swung for the head. Ducking quickly Galatin avoided the decapitating blow, he had to focus on speed, he couldn’t slow down too much but couldn’t speed up either.

Furiously Natilius engaged again striking downward, Galatin grabbed his wrist in defense and pushed him away avoiding another fatal blow and causing Natilius to fall back a bit.

Galatin could now see the drop; he had to be quick and precise if he wanted to make it. The horse leaped downwards making its way down the hill. Galatin pulled back on the reigns hard and arched his back. Finally he slowed down to a stop just as Natilius whipped passed falling right into the trap.

The horse lost balance causing it to roll almost completely over and tumble down the hillside. Natilius after falling off his mount quickly threw himself out of the way of the beast tumbling down passed him making him fall uncontrollably into the trees brutally.

The body of Natilius flipped and twisted down the slope until finally it landed at the bottom. Not a muscle moved nor did it look as if he was breathing. With his face down in the dirt, Natilius moaned and finally moved. Galatin watched from up top as his nemesis painfully arose to his feet.

Bruised and scraped the angry Elf looked towards the top of the hill, Galatin had vanished from view.

“Bastard! You’ll never be rid of me!” Natilius yelled furiously, “This will not be our last meeting!” Angry and enraged he struck the ground violently, he had failed yet again. The rat had outsmarted him once again and made him look like a fool.

Limping in pain, the young knight walked toward his horse that had regained its strength behind him and returned to the city.

Galatin made his way calmly back through the woods, he was far enough now that no one would dare to continue chase. Dismounting the horse he carefully pulled the arrow from its side, and with a quick swat sent the hose on its way back toward the city. He had gotten away from them this day but he knew it was far from over.  

He wiped the head of the arrow off on his pants, he was lucky it hadn’t broken. Not an hour had passed when he found a small antelope and with his last shot took it out without trouble.

It was nearly dark when he returned home. Cornelius, worked away with his duties hardly noticing the bruises and cuts on Galatin’s face or his shoulder from the blows earlier. Perhaps he didn’t notice them or perhaps he just didn’t want to know.

“Took you long enough,” Cornelius said breaking the silence just as Galatin began to make his way into the hut. “Anything happen unusual?”

Galatin froze in his steps. He could tell Cornelius knew something had happened. Attempting to not look guilty Galatin shook his head casually then headed off to sleep.

 For the first time in his life Galatin laid wide awake the entire night. He could help but ponder of the events that had happed that day. Nothing of Natilius or the chase that had happened however, all he could think of and all he could see was her face. It almost seemed he was meant to meet her. He hoped he would see her again but couldn’t imagine how it would be possible. He had never felt this way before for someone else; a sense of connection and understanding. Perhaps the key to acceptance by his kind was through her, Calina.

Natilius limped down the dark corridor; he had spent the final hours of the day locating his wounded men from different areas of the forest. Slowly he walked until he eventually made his approach to two guards who halted him at the door.

“I have a meeting,” Natilius stated in a raspy voice, “I need to speak to him.”

“No one is to disturb him at this hour, especially not an apprentice!” The Guard stated with authority.

A cold voice was heard from behind the door, “Let him pass.”

The guard reluctantly moved from his post. Natilius limped his way passed him and entered the room.

 Standing in the center stood Sethal. Slinked over slightly and leaning on his cane, the foul snake looked up at the young soldier with a small wicked smile. “Cadet Natilius, the job is done then I presume.”

The young student lowered his head in shame then turned away from the old priest. After a few minutes Natilius broke the silence, “He outsmarted every single one of my men and slipped through their fingers.”

“He outsmarted you! If he continues to live the fate of this city will be on your head!” Sethal scolded the young apprentice. “I knew you could not carry out even the simplest task of killing one man! Now the city is one step closer to its doom because of you!”

“You won’t have to worry about that my lord, Galatin will die.” Natilius’s fists clenched, the anger and hatred was almost more than he could bear, “I will make sure of that!”

Soul of Darkness Chapter 4

For Everything

Galatin’s eyes remained fixed upon her. Though he could not quite understand the purpose of her estate, he felt the same deep down; a feeling of rejection, of unimportance, and a meaningless life. Feeling sympathy for her Galatin could not turn away his gaze and wept from within.

Calina, unknowing she was being watched, continued to stay in the downpour of rain that continued to fall. She was now completely soaked and didn’t show any care of her position. She loved her father and supported his career but at times wished deep within that she could have something simpler, nothing more than a normal life, with a normal family. Before her mother died she had but a glimpse of that lifestyle. Sadly that dream had vanished the day she left this world.

Her mother loved flowers. It seemed on days of solitude that the garden was the only place she could feel close to her mother’s spirit, the only place where she could feel free and loved. 

Arising from the bench Calina slowly moved towards the shed in which Galatin had been hiding. Galatin had to think quickly, she was at the door and there wasn’t enough time to reopen the passage. He looked at his options. The room was small and had little us but to store a few plows and hand tools. Why was she coming this way? He thought. Swiftly he ran behind the door as it slowly opened, he hoped she would not open it too far.

She entered the room. Somehow she knew that something was different within the shed. The silence and stillness of the room brought a shiver down Calina’s spine. Looking throughout the room she noticed nothing at first, nothing but an old shed. Then she looked down in front of her and noticed a fresh wet puddle. Someone was close.

Scanning throughout the shed Calina was able to see what was usually expected in nothing more than a normal tool shed. Still, she knew something wasn’t right.

 Galatin watched her closely from behind the door. He had never been this close to a woman before let alone one so fair and beautiful such as he had before him. He didn’t think of what he was doing that very moment, nor did it even occur to him that he could be in some danger. Just the fact that he was within the city walls could have the grievous of consequences. All those thoughts had left him. He could only think of one thing, and leaving wasn’t one of his options.

The young maiden had now found to her knowledge that she was alone, though the thought still lingered in her mind as she moved toward the far end of the shed. Kneeling down she slowly pulled out a small brick from the floor revealing a hidden space beneath it.

A small leather bound book lay within. It was old and tattered with nothing of value to the common eye. It was her mother’s diary, one of the few heirlooms she had of her. Carefully she opened the book and to Galatin’s surprise it bore no written words, the book contained simple yet beautiful flats of flowers within its pages.

Gracefully, Calina raised a small white pansy she had picked from the garden. The beauty was astounding and yet delicate to the touch. She examined it closely as tears developed in her eyes. Carefully she placed it onto a blank page of the leather bound book.

“I brought this to you mother, I thought you might like it,” She wept softly as she closed the book quiet enough that she hoped no one would see her. Perhaps it was the words written within it that made her feel so touched or that it was the last connection she felt she had. She knew that there was no way to bring her back. The book however in some ways brought her hope, hope that someday she would see her again.

Looking up from her focus, her sight suddenly caught a glimpse of a mirror reflection from the blade of the plow next to her. She saw her face and her tears as they streamed down her cheeks. But then noticed something else, there was someone behind her. Quickly she turned towards the door where Galatin had been watching, he was gone. Her heart pounded and her blood ran cold. Someone was watching her, she could feel it.

 “Alright, you can come out now, I won’t say anything,” she said as she arose and slowly walked toward the door. She looked closely from the door way, there was silence. Only the sound of the rain drops hitting heavily on the roof. Satisfied and a bit calmer she turned back toward the safe and faced a cold, damp young Elf in her path.

She attempted to scream but was grabbed and muffled quickly by Galatin who swiftly dragged her into the trees of the garden and disappeared into the bushes.

“Don’t scream! I’m not going to hurt you nor have I any intentions to do so,” Galatin said holding her tightly and muffling her mouth. “I am going to remove my hand now, are you going to scream?” She shook her head. Slowly Galatin removed his hand and his clutch.

Calina now free moved away from the stranger toward the wall still hidden amongst the branches. Her eyes fixed themselves on the wet mysterious stranger. She wanted to scream and run but something from within stopped her. There was something about him that she had never seen before and soon her fear suddenly changed to curiosity.

Galatin slowly approached her with his hands up in disarm, “I am sorry I startled you my lady, I was merely walking through the woods when I stumbled on a small…”

“Who are you?” Calina interrupted him as she caught her breath.

Galatin sighed; he knew this was going to end badly. Why did he get himself into this, he thought what was he thinking. “I am a shadow nothing more my lady.”

She backed up into the wall, holding her breath, “Where did you come from?” she asked now barely breathing once again.

“The woods, not far from here, I am not usually welcome in the city so I am inclined to keep to myself amongst other things, my lady.”

“Please sir, don’t call me your lady. I am but the governors daughter not a queen or a politician but if its money you want I promise you my father will see to it that you get it, just don’t hurt me.” she began to sink lower toward the ground from shock. She didn’t know what to do nor seemed to have any options.

“Forgive me once again,” Galatin was now ready to disappear or at least he hoped he could have as he looked upon the frighten maiden before him.

“Just tell me what you want.  My father will see to it that you will receive it,” she thought for a moment and the reality came to her. “At least he will, once he notices I am gone.” She lowered farther to the ground and began to weep.

Galatin stooped down toward her level and gently touched her hand. He had no idea what he could possibly say to help her. Struggling to find the words he finally spoke, “Please, don’t cry, I am sorry for the intrusion and for startling you it wasn’t my intention to do so. It’s just…when I saw you there was nothing more important for me in that very moment than to see you and to see your beautiful smile again.” He bowed his head in shame and embarrassment. The young maiden however had suddenly gone silent. He couldn’t believe he just said that. How foolish his wording was.

“I’ll take my leave then, forgive me once more.” He arose to his feet and began to walk toward the passage. The worst had happened, he knew it would end poorly and here he was experiencing it up front. Turning away felt as if he was tearing off his own flesh, the pain was unbearable almost as if he was meant to be there but had run into a dead end. His feelings couldn’t lie, she was perfect but it was impossible.

“Wait,” she turned quickly her eyes now red dry from her tears, she had wiped her face and was now attempting once again to go for the professional look. “What did you say to me?”

He turned back toward the maiden, “That I would like to see you smile once again.”

“No not that,” her eyes looked into his. “You said nothing else was important.”

He gazed back at her from the distance. Her green eyes glittering within the light passed the chapped tear dried skin. Galatin nodded, “Not as Important as you,” he turned once more and was about to disappear into the shed.

“Wait, what did you say your name was?” Calina now on her feet ran up to him and gently grabbed his arm, then noticing what she was doing quickly backed down and turned away.

“They call me a Dark One, born of Evil,” he lowered his head in shame as he spoke; it was aggravating for him to even mention his past especially to her. She was ever so beautiful and any moment now he knew she was going to run and it would all be over.

She stared at him with shocking eyes for what seemed like forever, then lightly touched his face and looked into his eyes. Galatin quivered with fear, it felt as if she was staring within his very soul.  

A kind smile appeared across her face, “I don’t see that in you.”

He stared back into her eyes, something was different about her, something that he couldn’t make out. She was sincere, there was nothing hidden. Her honesty and delicate voice sounded within his ear.

Blushing and timid Galatin finally broke the gaze. “I…must get going.” He stuttered as he then turned his back away from the girl.  

Walking back toward the tunnel entrance Galatin felt a power come over him he had not felt before. He felt warm and safe, a haven he never felt before at that moment. Stopping suddenly he sighed, “Its Galatin.”

“Galatin, the Dark One,” she pondered for a moment. Her fear that was once with her had now been transformed into not just curiosity but also a desire to continue what had been started. “Calina”

He turned back toward her, for the first time in his life he felt wanted and needed by someone of his own race. The force between them was more powerful than he had ever imagined. His heart now racing rapidly, beating heavily within his chest. He looked toward her and smiled, then disappeared into the shadows.

 Like before and always in her life Calina once again found herself utterly alone. All that she had were her memories which she visited quite often. She reviewed her recent experience again and again in her mind, what had just happened? Had their meeting been a blessing or a curse? By now it didn’t matter, the only question that could make sense at that time in Calina’s mind was if she was ever going to see him again.

“Goodness gracias child!” A high pitched yell billowed from the castle steps. Martha, one of the servants of the Palace walked swiftly toward Calina, “Dear heavens you’re soaked from head to toe! Come inside now and get changed before you catch your death!” The old Elf covered Calina with a blanket and walked her back into the palace.

Walking slowly the two of them made their way up the winding staircase and down the upper corridor until they arrived at Calina’s quarters. It was a large room completely decorated with personal items, on the far side of the room there was a balcony where Calina had spent many hours looking toward the woods wondering what could be so far out there. Martha scurried about the room and attempted to make the fire which was located on the opposite side grow stronger for warmth.

“Dear child! Wandering about in the cold rain waiting for her death to catch her why I should say! Are you mad?” Martha murmured to herself as she continued to gather warm clothes and prepare the bed for her mistress.

Calina paid little attention and moved toward the balcony, the view seemed even more beautiful than before. The rain had ceased and the sun was beginning to appear amongst the green treetops beyond. Birds chirped through the woods as if announcing the storm had passed and had brought a new beauty to the world.

Then suddenly she noticed something rather peculiar on the railing. It was a small blue rose freshly cut with a note. She picked it up, it was quite beautiful and wasn’t from any of the gardens amongst the palace nor had she seen anything like it before.

Carefully she read the note, she noticed the paper immediately as that from her book. Each word echoed in her head as if they were being spoken, “My lady Calina, it has been quite an adventure and we continue to look onward for what is to come. This adventure is not over for it has only begun, I feel we shall meet again one day and I hope that that day will be soon. Know also that no matter what happens between us meeting you was worth everything that I can lose.”

She folded the note and placed it out of sight from Martha; she wondered what she was to do now. She was now alone and yet she wasn’t sad nor felt any pain of the matter. His face was embodied in her mind. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t stop thinking about him nor did she want to.

Placing the simple flower against her heart, Calina looked out toward the woods from her window and smiled. She knew now that he would return and she would wait for him and hope everyday never ceasing to think of him, Galatin the Dark One.

Soul of Darkness Chapter 3

Beauty Amongst the Storm

Their swords clashed together with tremendous force. Both opponents were almost exhausted, now barely standing on their own feet and breathed heavily. Sweat ran down Galatin’s face, wiping it off his brow without breaking eye contact from Cornelius he continued his attacks, striking low toward the protected stomach of his opponent who leaped backward avoiding it. Galatin then blocked a high strike from his master’s downward blade.

Seven years of hard training and still Cornelius seemed to have the upper hand. Even the backbreaking morning exercises every day before dawn, and the painful scars and bruises across his body from accidents and mistakes seemed to have no effect on his skill. Still, Galatin had to admit he was improving little by little. Usually a session of sparring would last for merely two minutes, this fight however was now on minute ten and he was determined to make it last as long as he could in order to win.

Ducking fast from Cornelius’s blade, Galatin rolled to the other side of the small circle that had been drawn as boundary lines prior to the match; he had to keep his balance and wit on him. He thought he could just tire the old man out and allow him to fall from his own exhaustion. Years of experience had nothing on years of youth.

Galatin was now thirty one years old and looked equivalent to a sixteen year old human. The years of training had been good to him. Not only was he very much in shape, but he also had the confidence that he could take on whatever would come across him.

                Rain poured onto them like buckets and the ground was slick and wet. The sun that was barely peaking through the overcast clouds and was now setting making it seem as if Galatin was fighting a shadow. Galatin was sure however, that this would be his day.

                Cornelius swung a low strike toward the thigh. Galatin jumped and rolled avoiding the hit. Once the sword passed Galatin looked once again at his opponent and smiled confidently, he was doing well, better than he had thought and he could tell that the old human was tiring out.

                “You smile a lot for one who is about to be taught a lesson in humility,” Cornelius said taking a short breath.

                “Confidence is the key to everything, just thought I’d give you a lesson in that,” Galatin smiled deviously. “And I’m still waiting for the start of that lesson.”

                “You’re a quick thinker but let’s see if you can think your way passed this one,” Cornelius lunged toward Galatin who quickly dodged the attack; it was just what he expected. Now he had him exactly where he wanted him, or so he thought. Cornelius was now in a perfect vulnerable spot with his back turned.

                He turned toward his opponent and slashed his sword across where he had calculated his back would be. Without warning, Cornelius leaped and turned in the air. With much force he struck a powerful kick into Galatin’s chest. Before he knew what had happened, the young student had lost his balance and fell outside the circle flat on his back.

                “Still playing childish games are we? Really Galatin you’re thirty one years old, you should put away childish things and work on the present,” Cornelius said with a small smile and a twinkle in his eye. “You’re still not guarding your chest well enough, you give away chances and make it vulnerable and your right leg is still an open target”

                “I thought I had you that time.” Galatin moaned and began to rise slowly and painfully back on his feet.

                Cornelius offered his hand and began to help him up, “You still have much to learn son, and even once you do that you still won’t have the skill to defeat an old man like me,” he laughed, now more openly than before.

                “You think that now,” Galatin commented back, “But I’m willing to bet that this old man is going to crack pretty soon. I held out for about ten minutes, I must be doing something right.”

                “I wanted you to feel like you were doing well, confidence is everything right?” Cornelius smiled, then sheathing his weapon walked towards the cabin. “Tell you what, since I’m so old and tired maybe you can get dinner tonight, after all I don’t have long till I crack. Besides it would be good for you to practice your stealth and range.”

                Galatin smiled and shook his head from the irony. Cornelius was a master at fighting, and even better at stealth, but he lacked the far vision of the Elves as well as the strong hearing they had. Hunting for him was something that when possible he would get out of doing, especially when there was rain. It was no matter for Galatin however, he enjoyed a nice evening alone and found the chore rather enjoyable. On occasion he would spend as much time as possible in doing it before heading back to the hut.

                “Alright old man, but you owe me for this one,” Galatin said as he gathered his things.

                “Just bring back something good and has some meat on the bones,” Cornelius said as he continued to walk toward the cabin, “Those rabbits you brought back last time had nothing.”

                Galatin chuckled under his breath, “We’ll see what luck we have this time,” he said as he ran into the woods off toward the river.

Cornelius shook his head and smiled as he watched his young charge disappear into the trees. He may have had doubts before but could see now that Galatin had grown to an ambitious pupil and nothing would stop him in accomplishing his goals.

                Lightly Galatin jogged through the trees; he was completely drenched from head to toe with the cold rain still pouring down. In this weather it would be difficult to track any game with all the tracks now washing away in the mud. Still his best bet would be to start searching near the river where the animals would stop for water.

                The branches of the trees whipped passed his face and thunder began to sound amidst the rain. Upon reaching the river bank, Galatin stooped down and examined the ground. Barely showing in the mud laid a set of tracks of what appeared to be of a deer. It had to have been fresh, maybe only a few minutes, if it had been any longer it would have been washed away completely. It couldn’t have been far, he thought as he carefully followed them

                Moving quickly Galatin followed the tracks down the bank for about a mile when the tracks suddenly moved into the water. Stopping, he looked beyond and lowered his head disappointedly, the deer was on the other side of the river.

                He thought of what he could do, he couldn’t just cross the river. Galatin knew very well the dangers that were on the other side. Yet the chance of finding game in this storm was getting rare. He knew that if he would cross the river he could face a similar fate to that which happed the last time he had done so. They wanted him dead, for all Galatin knew they could be waiting on the other side.  And yet something inside of him jumped at the idea of crossing, perhaps it was his pride or overconfidence or maybe it was his free spirit begging to explore new ground and see something fresh.

                Either way it was too strong to ignore. He had to cross if nothing more to get his kill then return home. This time he was going to be prepared for whatever was to come.

He looked around and viewed his surroundings very carefully. Once finding that he was alone he placed his hood over his head and ripped a strip of cloth to wrap up his mark, covering it in order to hide his identity should he come in contact with anyone. Scanning the area once more he began his first step across the calm current.

His heart commenced to beat faster as each step brought him closer to the other side, visions of excitement and terror swept across his mind and grew ever powerful at each step he took. The slightest sound of trees rustling caused his spirits to jump with excitement. Anything could happen, anyone could be watching.

                Finally after what seemed like hours, Galatin reached the other side. He waited for a small moment. Seeing that nothing had happened he retraced the deer’s tracks and began again the hunt. He was close now; he could feel it in his bones. His heart rate continued to beat as he ran silently through the forest. He had gone for about another half a mile when he came to his target.

The deer had stopped. Turned toward its pursuer the deer stood, almost as if it was waiting for him to catch up. Galatin armed his bow and aimed his arrow toward the animal who stared with little concern towards the piercing weapon.

Galatin stared back into its black eyes, it couldn’t be this easy, he thought. He almost felt guilty for the killing of the creature. Curiously it almost looked to Galatin that the deer was telling him something.

Then he noticed where he was, there right behind the animal was a high granite wall, the wall that surrounded the city Havalon. Slowly he lowered his bow and walked towards the site losing total interest in the deer.

 The wall had to have been thirty feet high. Though old, the stone structure still held its beauty almost perfectly through the ages. Vines had grown throughout it, infesting it from top to bottom giving it an aged white and green look.

As he gazed across the exquisiteness of the architecture he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like living on the other side. If only he could spend one hour within its walls, he would cherish every moment. Still looking very carefully his eyes fell upon a sight rather peculiar. About twenty feet from where he stood was a strange brick that was shaded darker barely showing behind a cover of vines and seemed to stick out more slightly than the rest of the brick formation.

Curious over this finding Galatin approached the brick and closely examined it. There was no doubt it was by mere chance that he even found it. It would have been impossible had he not have been in the right position and the sun hitting it just right. He looked at it closely and wondered why with such great design that this wall had that this imperfection being as small as it was could have existed.

Slowly he pressed his hand across the brick and the last thing on Galatin’s mind became real. A small door appeared on the left of the brick and opened, revealing a secret entrance to the city.

 The door was narrow and led into a small hallway heading downward. This passage was placed here for a reason. It had to have been of some importance and yet it hadn’t been used in some time judging by the growth of vegetation surrounding the door and brick. His mind began to battle within his head; there was much risk in entering. Perhaps it was all a trap, and yet he couldn’t help but wonder where the passage led to. The more he thought the more he craved to enter and risk it if he had to.

Cornelius’s warnings echoed through his head causing him to hesitate for only a slight moment. But the thought soon faded as Galatin made his way through the doorway, down the steps, and through the dark hallway.

Not a single glimmer of light was seen, in fact Galatin couldn’t even see his own hand if he placed it in front of his face it was so dark. Reaching out to his sides he could feel the cold touch of stone. Dragging his hand softly across the stone walls he was able to guide himself foreword.

Suddenly he found himself heading upward once again as Galatin stumbled upon some steps, now he would find out what was on the other side of this tunnel. The suspense was killing him, his heart beat faster than ever before. The stillness of the passageway made his breathing seem loud as trumpets.

Finally he came to the end. Finding himself in front of a brick wall, dead end. It couldn’t be, there had to be a way out. What would be the purpose of building such a tunnel with only one end? He searched frantically for a loose brick or lever, there appeared to be nothing on the wall in front of him. Then the thought came to him, look up.

He felt around the ceiling. Hidden nicely in the right corner was a small lever. He pulled it and instantly a crack of light broke through the darkness. Galatin pulled slowly and opened the heavy door that led him into a small room full of tools and supplies. Carefully he entered and wondered where he could be. He scanned carefully the entire room before he completely exited the tunnel, not a person in sight.

A window was set on the other side of the room; slowly and with caution Galatin walked over to it in order to view the outside.

There were trees of green and red roses on the right corner with white flowers to the left swaying softly amongst the wind as the rain slowly trickled upon them making them sparkle with dew. He looked at the architecture of the building on the other side of the garden. It was of granite as used for the wall, the building towered over him with elaborate corridors and towers. He recognized it almost instantly from what he had seen from a distance. He was in a tool shed In the middle of the palace garden.

Now he had done it he thought to himself, he wanted to turn around and go back from where he came. He would have had he not heard something he had never heard before, a beautiful voice coming closer.

“Yes they’re quite lovely, thank you.” A young Elf of fair beauty entered the courtyard. She was walking alongside of a much older well dressed Elf and had a posture of importance. “I simply love what they have done with this garden. It’s exactly how I would imagine it.”

“The least I could do as a father, Calina,” The older elf smiled a soft smile and gently put his arm on the maidens shoulder as they continued to walk through the path of the garden.

The young maiden caught Galatin’s eye; he had never seen another ever so fair in his life. Her hair was long and fine, golden as the autumn leaves and her skin was of a fair pale complexion. But what attracted his attention the most had to have been her eyes; they were green and to Galatin shined as emeralds. She wore a fine dress of blue and silver and her hair was pulled back with a modest tiara that was likewise silver.

She lightly touched the flowers and smiled toward her father who smiled back with joy to see his daughter happy. They did not know at that moment they were being watched. The young Galatin was mesmerized by the sight. Nothing had ever caught his attention with such splendor.

“My lord Devin, sire,” a sinister looking Elf slinked into the courtyard. “If I may sire with all respect I wish for a meeting with you immediately.”

The older Elf sighed at the sound of the snake of a creature. He hardly had time for his daughter and found his patience with the serpent of a priest dwindling “It can wait Sethal. I have more important things to do now.” The Devin said impatiently.

“Of course you are quite busy and I understand the responsibility you have however I wish an audience to discuss something of great importance that cannot wait.” Sethal’s eyes widened beginning to be quite impatient as if life and death was in the balance.

Lowering his head with irritation and frowning Devin turned and faced the fowl creature, “Very well, I will meet you in the east corridor shortly.” Sethal then bowed a fake elegant bow like he always did and wisped away into the palace.

Now turning back toward his daughter Devin smiled a fake smile attempting to better the situation. “I suppose we’ll have to call this outing short my dear.”

The young maiden approached her father and softly straightened his cloak. “Go, you have much to attend to and duty comes first as always,” Calina said with a smile. Gently she ran her hand through his hair. Devin smiled back and gave her a small kiss on her cheek, then with haste followed the priest inside.

Once out of ear shot of Calina, Devin approached Sethal, “I hope you have a good explanation Sethal!” Devin said irritated by the sudden call.

“He’s alive Devin! He has grown to be powerful and must be stopped or it will happen!” Sethal dramatically yet majestically urged his Governor.

“Who? What are you talking about?” Devin was now growing intolerant of the superstition.

“Galatin is growing strong and he is near the city, before you’ll know it he’ll be upon us!” Sethal said theatrically.

Devin enraged with the pointless urgency of the old fool violently grabbed the frog by the throat and shoved him to the wall, “Now you listen to me and you listen good I will have no more of this nonsense! Do what you must but you will keep me out of it! Do you understand?”

Sethal smiled a devious smile. “Of course sire, as you wish.” And with that Devin released him and left him alone in the corridor. Sethal now alone laughed under his breath, it had begun and now no one would be in his way.

Calina strolled for a moment or two through the garden then softly sat down on a small bench that overlooked the fountain. Sadness fell into her spirit. She was exactly the way she had always been in her life, alone.

She wouldn’t consider her father’s relationship with her the best but he was the only family she had now that her mother had died ever so long before. She had always viewed the palace more as a prison then a comfort. Not only was she alone at most times but she also rarely ever went out of the palace grounds.

Her heart fell as she thought more and more about her situation. Feeling she was not only ignored but also unneeded and at times unimportant to anyone. Tears fell from her eyes and she soon found that the rain once again began to fall.