Magath tried to start a fire. But the wind blew through the chimney and stifled the fire at once. Qildor and Magath wrapped themselves in thick blankets and sat down on the bed.
"What are you thinking?" Magath asked.
"The leader of the Khalindash is not a Khalindash man. He is a foreigner who rebuilt the ancient seaport. They probably import food and goods from the land where he came from," Qildor mused.
"He knows of the legend of Khaalindaan and he promised the Khalindash their old homeland
Heavy rain was falling and the sky was covered with dark gray clouds. The air was cold and chilly. Travelling was difficult since the roads had turned into mud. Only few travellers were on the road and most of them rode south to escape the severe northern winter. Qildor arrived in Tanmil on the fifth day of his journey. Like on his first journey, he arrived late in the afternoon. The inhabitants were already in for the evening. The street was empty and the village looked drab and deserted.
Qild
Qildor was on his way to the royal stables when suddenly a figure stepped in his way. Qildor recognized the wizard Neldor. The wizard looked at him suspiciously. Qildor gave him a quizzical look.
"I heard you are travelling north again," the wizard said.
"Rumours spread quickly," Qildor replied.
"Why are you so eager to go there again? Do you really want to fight the Khalindash or do you rather want to seek the secret place and retrieve Norlorn's sword yourself?" Neldor asked. "I warn you," h
Qildor was determined to travel north. He made up a plan.
He joined his comrades in the grand hall where they usually assembled for the meals. He spoke to them of the danger that threatened the realm of Aglanthol. He told them of the Khalindash and how they attacked the villages in the north of the kingdom. He hesitated, however, to mention the legend of Khaalindaan. Soon he had managed to fuel the rage of the men, all trained warriors who only rarely rode out to fight. Beer and wine fuelled t
Qildor found the wizard bowed over a map on his table. Qildor stood in the doorway. The wizard gave no sign that he had noticed Qildor come in. Qildor gazed at the wizard. The old man was dressed in a gray and rather dirty woollen robe. Long gray and oily hair framed a pale and haggard face. ‘Truly a wretch,’ Qildor thought. He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
Finally, the wizard looked up. He gazed at Qildor suspiciously.
“I need your advice,” Qildor said. “I heard of a sto
The day convinced Qildor that Magath was right. He had only found and spoken to peasants. The men were not qualified to guard the frontier.
‘We must send here trained warriors. Else the Khalindash will soon conquer the land,’ Qildor thought. He was scowling.
He rode back to Tanmil, absorbed in his thoughts. Dusk had come when he arrived. The street was empty and the village looked deserted. Qildor arrived at Magath’s house. He dismounted and led his horse into the stable. He hesitated for a
Magath showed Qildor to the stable. A skinny mare stood inside. Qildor removed the saddlebags, and then helped Magath attend to the horses. They didn’t exchange a word. Finally, Magath showed Qildor to his small house. He opened the door, made a gesture with his hand, and then entered the house. Qildor followed him. He looked around in the single room that was Magath’s living-room and equally his bedroom.
Magath moved to the fireplace and fanned the flames. Qildor put his saddlebags on the flo
Khaalindaan stood, his arms raised in the air. He knew that his time had come.
The mighty wizard was the last of his kind. Only a handful of the clan had survived, a few wounded soldiers and a few frightened women and children.
Khaalindaan stood, his arms raised in the air. He gazed at his enemies grimly. The Clan of Bre had lost the battle and the Clan of Aglanthol would now rise to greater power. But he, Khaalindaan, would not surrender without a fight. He would kill as many as possible be
The mighty wizards Khaalindaan and Norlorn fought the final battle. The Aglanthol wizard Norlorn won. Khaalindaan's spirit, however, is only banned for a thousand years. Once released, it will aim at Aglanthol's destruction. The time is over. The time for Khaalindaan's return has come. Only one man can stop him. The wizard Neldor, the royal soldier Qildor, his friend Magath, and the old woman Gwyn are getting involved in the fight.
Like others said, it was a unique twist on an outbreak story. The vaccine based on the enzyme was the cure. But what if some evil mind found a way to produce a poison based on the enzyme? A scaring prospect, I think.
Excellent story. Dark and touching on emotions.
"When you overcome your fear of the unknown, stop lying to yourself, and end any denial of your reality, then you have courage."
I can relate to this wholeheartedly.