Chronicles of heroes; Defenders of the realm.

FIVE DAYS EARLIER.“Open the gates.” The elfish watchman shouted as he sighted a wounded rider approaching the castle. The gate was opened according to his command and two elfish guards ran out to help the rider after noticing it was the King’s brother, Calaudra Ethren. The manner of his return told that the rest of the elves who went out to war with him were dead. So he was rushed to the healer for immediate attention.Merethyl Ethren, the elvish princess, was the first to come see him after the healer was done attending to him. “Uncle,” She said as she came close to the bed Calaudra lay on. “Where is my father? Why didn’t he return with you?”“I’m sorry Merethyl, he didn’t make it.” Calaudra cried both for the loss of his brother and pain which his niece felt at the hearing of the news.“Father, I came as fast as I could.” Berilan barged into the room. Seeing the tears on Merethyl’s face, he knew what had happened and also felt sorry for her even though it was difficult for him to

Berilan looked at Marc, got back on his feet and walked away from all of them because he could tell that Marc didn't understand a thing about what he was saying."Was it what I said?" Marc asked Ruven because the way Berilan looked at him before leaving could tell it was."I'm sure it was," Ruven answered honestly since he knew Berilan better than Marc did. "You do know what the drows are right?""No,""Well, that explains a lot. For starters, they are dark elves, said to be defeated long ago, but it appears they were only hiding while they grow in strength and number, waiting for the right time to attack and reap the world of everything good." Ruven explained in the simplest term he could.But that wasn't going to stop Marc from achieving the main purpose why he chose to follow Berilan. "We still need to rescue them right?""I'll say you get some rest, you've journeyed a long distance." Ruven didn't know what else to say to Marc. "Let's clear the road." He commanded the rest of the e

Seven days later, Berilan, Marc, Merethyl and Unae arrived in the country of Glalissa, the kingdom of the dwarves. They had left Ruven and Ristel at the cave to protect Calaudra and Githa.Riding into the kingdom on horsebacks, they were amazed at what they saw, the place was already in ruins, implying that the enemy was there before them."We are late." Unae said after having some flashes of what had happened there through the help of her magic."It's not time to lose faith. There should be a survivor, someone that will lead us to the mountains." Merethyl gave them a reason to keep their faith up. It was good idea, so they alight their horses and began to look around, checking the destroyed buildings.As Berilan came close to an entrance of one of the houses, all of a sudden the door pushed him away to the ground, and that made the others come his way at once."Be careful," Berilan said to Unae who sensed magic there and drew close to the entrance which was now open because the door

After about an hour, Marc regained consciousness, as at this time, Berilan, Unae and Merethyl had gotten a grip of themselves and were beginning to think of their next action."What happened to me?" He asked as he didn't recall what happened.That question made Kilin's heart at ease. He was glad that Marc didn't remember how he punched him in the face."What did I miss?" Marc added another before noticing they were in the cave yet he couldn't find his sister. "Where is Githa?"Now Kilin's heart raced again as he knew Marc would surely remember what he did, so he took a bold step to apologize in advance. "I am sorry for punching you in the face.""Who cares? Where is my sister?" Marc repeated his questions.From the way he sounded, Kilin could tell that he remembered the punch but it wasn't bothering him at the moment."They were gone by the time we arrived, but don't worry, we'll find them." Berilan forced those words out."So what are we waiting for? Let's kill some drows and find ou