An echoing whisper shivered through the storm, leaving an unpleasant trace upon the white landscape. The snowflakes that before had fallen heavily from the veil of clouds now cut through the air, lead by the intensifying wind. The tall pines swayed and squeaked. The top of the mountain edging down to the forest could no longer be seen because of the thick clouds.
A golden haired woman stood on top of a cliff, she was bent over an anvil, grinding a rock over a long, shiny blade. Suddenly she stopped and threw the rock to the side, she picked up the thin sword with her left hand and lifted it up to her face, admiring her work. It was almost identical to her other weapon, except for a few changes which made it fit better to her left hand than to her right. The woman closed her eyes as she cut the air a few times, then she lifted the blade up towards the sun, whispering a spell to herself. A sunshine cut through the pale grey clouds and shone on the blade, which glistered, and, as if ignited, set on fire. The pale woman opened her eyes, focusing more on the ray of light that still bathed her weapon than on the blade itself.
The army of the Southern town Regh Arx, situated by a lush river in the desert Yur, was preparing for battle. Their commander had spent days meeting up with different magi and advisers, and now he was, for once, resting. Calmly leant back in his chair in a small room in the hold, he was enjoying a cup of cold milk. The room was cool as there were no windows and the commander was enjoying himself, almost serene if even just for a moment. He had been travelling too much, too far North to enjoy the hot land he had been born to serve. He had returned to do so, but his thoughts wandered when he was alone. It was so that he regretted his return. After their latest victory against a large and threatening clan of bandits, there had been a conical knocking on his door from rich merchants wanting to trade their daughters to him.
Even as he was sitting alone in the room a knock suddenly stirred him awake, but the visitor didn't wait for response and burst the door open the same moment. “Sir” It was his squire, his eyes were wide with shock, but before he could continue, he was gently pushed aside by a young man. His face was mostly covered by a grey hood but his eyes were shown. They were green and shone with a distant warmth. The commander jumped out of his chair with a laugh the moment he realized who the man standing in front of him was.
“I seek your aid, friend” Said the magician in his serious but always content tone.
The golden sun disc rose ever so slowly behind the mountain spires that made the horizon of a small Northern village. The snow on the colossal mountain domes slowly became more and more pink reflecting the sun's warm light. Though beautiful and appreciated it was nothing but another morning after a sleepless night. The young woman stared sorrowfully at the beloved and homely mountains in the East. She had found her quiet place on a forest log just outside of her town. People rarely noticed her here and her nights became calmer. At first she had just moved to a roof, enjoying the height, but slowly she had started spending her nights farther and farther away from her home. She had found that she rested better like that.
Tonight she looked towards the mountains with strange new thoughts. She looked back at her town where she could see her house. In one of the rooms a lantern had been lit and Maya could see the shadow of her mother.
Her pulse raised as she turned her head back towards the rising sun. It shouldn't be an escape. She leapt off the log and down the hill. The cold grass was deliciously crispy under her small feet as she ran.
It should be an adventure.
The magician, enveloped in thought, had spent several hours alone in his study. He was staring seemingly emptily into the flame of one of his lit candles when the pieces suddenly came together. He knew that Elders normally spoke to themselves while thinking, but he still felt he was only too young to act like a crazed old wizard. Now instead, he opened up one of his journals and started scribbling his thoughts onto the paper.
I won't call it dark times, but... revolutionary times are coming. I've sensed it. But I'm sure now as all evidence points towards it.
Could he do something about it? He slammed his flat hand against the table and pushed his chair out. “I'm an Elder now. It has to be me!” He exclaimed, determined, not even noticing how he was talking to no one in particular. He looked around the small study, quickly making a list in his head of the things he'd have to bring along. Then, without hesitation, he picked up his black cloak with it's dark silvery-blue pattern on it and left the room.
He had to find them.