THE BATTLE OF AOHORN

CHAPTER FOUR:HERE COMES A QUEST

After the meeting with council of wizards and having told Aomarion his dreams. Galz and Lystere were sent to the Otherlands to be specific they were sent to Neverland to inform king Ashqtorak of the coming doom. Ashqtorak was the leader of the four realms. And with wisdom of elves, he was able to create balance between the humans and the non-humans, the natural and the mystical. Ashqtorak had let Galz know that he would assemble the other kings and prepare them for the coming War.

Galz initial plan was to go back Eystebith and inform the Wizard Supreme of his progress but, an uncanny and unusual idea prompt on his mind. He decided to hunt for capable warriors who he would rise to fight against Heragon; people or mystical beings with unique skills or talent. This idea hasnt been shared yet with little-dimpy. They were on their way to a little town called caldburn on the plains just before the territory of maritinaland.

It was sunny on this part of the earth. The sky was clear. The sun was in it most beam. And their were seagulls flying above them which means there might be sea or river close around.

" I think we are close to the town". Lystere and Galz both on top of their horses have already rode a long way, they had ridden passed the gulf of Aseralt ( known as the gulf of the elves) and are heading towards the marinalands. The border separating the Neverland and Marinalands was the plains. While in the North-East the border separating the elves and Orchardland was a river; Known as Tremea.

"Yes I can see it ahead". Galz replied shedding his eyes from the sun while navigating with his left hand.

"Do you?" . Lystere tone was more gentle as it could be.

"Yes dimpy". Galz gave him a little stare. " In no time we shall be in one the inns and drinking wine and eating to our satisfaction".

"Uh-huh". The younger mage was already feeling famished and weak having be on what seems like an unending long journey with no water and some fruits they had that finished two days ago.

It wasnt long when they arrived the plains and Caldburn was already in sight.

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Caldburn was a small town with friendly fellows both humans and mystical creature there were a few orcs here but, they only came to trade gold and krysterium. The town wasnt more than a quartre in length as the outskirt of the city of Megma the capital of Neverland.

Having found an inn. Both mages settled in. They were served soups spiced with chillies, some kind of berries, plants harvested in the Orchardland. Wine was brought and the both had a fill to their satisfaction.

They would sleep in their room at the inn, and would leave the following day because it was already evening and late to continue their journey.

In all this Galz haven't told Lystere where they were going, he mentioned about a young warlock but, has never said where the young warlock lives and why they are visiting him, instead of going back to Eystebith.

Both mages shared the same room. It was a very large bed,cozy and warm, a lamp placed on the table that was a bit dusty. The walls were firm. And there was a chimney in betwixt.

Lystere took off his boots and hats and laid on the bed. While Galz found himself sit on a rookie chair beside the table, dipped his hand on the left pocket on his long robe and brought out a little book that looks like a journal placed it on the table, dipped his hands again and brought out a magnifying glass.

"You never know what's in the pocket of wizard, it's as deep as the trenches of the sea". Lystere said looking steadfastly at Galz.

"Ah" the old man was busy trying to examine the little book with the magnifying glass.

For a moment there was silence.

'Can I ask you a little question?"

"Yes. You can Dimpy" . Galz answered without looking at Lystere.

" where are we going and why are we going there ?" Little-dimpy said looking up the ceiling.

"Well. We are going to see an old friend of mine who is young not very much young as you,- a little bit older" came the answer.

"What about the second question?"

"What about it". Galz didn't changed his focus on the book in his hand,a little perspiration forming on his forehead.

"You haven't answered it" Lystere was demanding and Galz knows that he wasn't backing down.

"Well. I am trying to bring together three talents that can help us fight Heragon and win the orcs once and for all". Galz dropped the book and placed his forefinger on his fore head.

"What is the name of this young fellow of yours?".

"Lerrick" Galz stood up. "Give yourself the priviledge of a little sleep Dimpy, you got all your answers tomorrow."

Galz opened the door and left the room.

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It was midnight. Caldburn was as quiet as the flowing waters of Sanigarians (the peace keeping people of the marinalands). A shadow was lurking in the corner just between the inn the Mages lodged in and a building that was made for storage or maybe hayhouse.

" "Alas tis two folks have found themselves doing something that would hurt" then came a little laughter from the shadow," unbeknownst to them they bring harm to other as well so...I will follow them tomorrow and know where there are heading then break the new to Heragon".

Then a followed a wicked laughter that pierced the peace of the night.

Galz woke up with a jolt. He was laying his head on the table and didn't know when he slept of. He had one of usual dreams but, this time he felt they were been followed by an orc sent by Heragon. He stood up went to the window and looked down the silent and melancholy street of caldburn. When he couldn't find anything of interest to him; it was obvious every one must have gone to sleep while others travelled back theit destination after the trade. He assured himself there was nothing to worry about. Even if there was a spy, he was sure getting him caught tomorrow but, for now he needs a sleep for the following.

"A'mora". He cast a protection spell on the window and went to the bed looked at the peaceful face of Lystere, placed a blanket on him went back on his chair,sat down closed his eyes and fell asleep.