The summer solstice is to celebrate the rebirth and flourishing life that the great sun goddess Lyyra bestowes upon the world of Avant to insure that her people survive the harsh winter season that her brother Lyyto the moon god visits on the realm. Spring and Summer are the seasons of Lyyra the people live for them; it is they're time of peace and recreation. But on this all revired of days only one sat staring out at the diamond encrusted sky with a bored expression, as the rowdy festival played out before him. High Prince Devlyn Aguria was slumped in his throne watching the stars glint and twinkle in the sky, he cast his smooth brown eyes to the scene around him. His father, King Laios had ordered for a solistice celebration of massive proportions this year thanking Lyyra for a most amazing harvest and prospertiy this summer. The castle servants had eracted a large square of the finest white linen tents with a big area in the middle for dancing and food, at the side of the square with Castle Aguria behind them they placed the thrones for the royal family to sit and observe they people or rest from dancing. There was 6 thrones; the largest and most grand where the King and Queens the other four was for Devlyn and his three sisters, one older...one youngest...and the one he was of course closest to his twin sister Aschlyn. At the moment he was the only one sitting, his family was all occupied with the music. He watched with a small smile as his mother and father moved swiftly around the dance floor along with his older sister and her fiance, his youngest sister Rhianon was possibly one of the most beautiful madiens around was dancing with one of the many suitors that had lined up to be honored with a turn around the floor. He for some reason could not find Aschlyn and was puzzled the girl was usually the one getting others off of they're chairs to dance, and just as he thought it she came sprinting up the steps to the throne platform with her emerald green and gold dress shimmering in the firelight. Her wild hair was a soft black and her eyes were like pools of amber, the girl simply raidated the aura of a untrained mare. She was always getting into trouble with they're mother for acting in a way unbefitting a young lady, she had on a smug look and spoke
"Devie...what in the name of Lyyra are you doing up here all alone." She hardly waited for the answer before saying "What troubles you brother, I've never seen you so bored at a festival" Devlyn quickly slapped on a smile and said
" Im fine Asch..just tired a suppose" Aschlyn snorted diversely and snatched his at his hand pulling him up out of the seat. As she dragged him to the grassy dance floor she said
" I'll let it be for tonight dear brother but tonight your dancing with me and tommorrow your telling me what is wrong." Devlyn smiled and let himself be dragged off, he knew there was no fighting her; and as the music washed over him like a warm wave he could feel his body begin to move with the rythmic beat of the drums.
On the other side of the castle where only the faint glow of the festival's firelight could be seen Rorek Firos wiped the sweat from his brow and pushed his the outcropping of dark brown hair from in front of his hazel eyes. His grandmother Euyridices sat on a small stump smoking a pipe barely concentrating on the sword she was levitating with her magic. Rorek swung his own sword and it collided with the personless one, which quickly countered and thrusted at him. He steped back and swated the jab away with a wide swing; he twisted his body and lashed out widly. There was a loud clang on shower of sparks and the oppsing sword spun like a boomerang and lodged into the dirt ground. Rorek sank his own blade into the dirt and dropped heavly down next to his grandmother and her cloud of color changing smoke. Her harsh voice rang out saying
"You did well tonight Rorek, if you continue training the MageKnights will accept you soon, Plus it doesnt hurt that im a retired capitan" She laughed quietly and elbowed him in the shoulder, he cracked a smile and shook his head at the crazed old woman. Rorek wanted to be a MageKnight since he could hold a sword and cast his first spell. The MageKnights were the imidate guard of the royal family, and almost all of his relatives either were or had been Knights...it was in his blood. And as of late he had his own more selfish reason to get accepted to the guard, the teen become infatuated with Prince Devlyn and since Devlyn's personal MageKnight Emmaline had retired the family was looking for someone new and young to fill the posistion. Rorek averted his gaze to the heavens thinking of Devlyn's handsome face and deep eyes, with a shiver snapping him back from realitly he rose from the ground looking down at his grandmother with a serene look saying
" Im going to take a bath, than see if i can sneak into the festival" The lines on her face doubled as she smiled fiendishly and said "Ok m'boy just dont go getting yourself into trouble racing after you know who. Keep you wits about you child" Rorek scorned the womans sharp mind and frowned in a loving way
" You need not worry Gran, Im only ever going to be able to look from afar...he doesn't think of me that way." He rubbed the back of his neck sighing in a deafeated kind of way and headed off to clean himself.
End Chapter 1