Lost Heir: Chapter One: South Dain

This story is about a defeated kingdom with a lost story starts off with Dace Marken as narrator.

The sector I was in entered the outer gates of South Dain. The screams were the first thing we heard. My body turned cold at the scenes of burnt homes, stores and slaughtered bodies burning in the streets. I could tell dread was filling the others as we made our way to the palace. The city had been invaded while our sector and four others went after The Prince of The Black Towers when he escaped. To our horror the city and everything in and around it had been attacked. We made it back to late.

We came upon the palace steps and there the ultimate defeat faced us. Our King hung from the highest steeple. I had spent my whole life here and ten of it serving Dart Kendall King of South Dain. Now my world had been snatched out from under me. On the steps lay the crown with it's gold lining and jeweled facets covered in dirt and blood. I turned from the scene before my stomach would over take me.

I looked at Sean Kel a man-at-arms in my sector. His face showed shock and his eyes were blank orbs.

"What now?" He asked aloud. He looked to Tren Melkin Commander-at-arms. "Tren, what are we going to do now? We've lost everything."

Tren stared at him blankly. "I... I don't know..." He replied.

"We've lost the King, the city and our lands are burned to the ground." Sean moaned. For some reason this whole conversation annoyed me to the core. Tren just looked at him. Sean moaned again and finally my annoyance turned to anger which in turn turned to rage. Sean just dropped to his knees moaning even more. I snapped right then and there.

I kicked Sean on his bald head to ground and slapped Tren hard across the face.

"Enough!" I yelled at them both. "You sit here like common peasants with no brains! Your trained soldiers you stupid buffons! And you Tren Melkin are Commander-at-arms! You should no better, you've been doing this for thirty years but instead you want to pull this stupid shit!" This was the first time I'd every lost my temper and for once I didn't really care about it either. I turned to all the soldiers watching.

"Have you ALL lost your damn minds?" I asked. "Have none of you noticed that someone is not here? Well have you? I didn't think so." My mind was racing now. " Everyone splint into groups of six and start searching the palace! If you can't find the Heir in there the beginning searching the city!" I shouted. They just stared at me stunned. "GET MOVING YOU FUCKING MORONS!" I turned back to Tren and Sean than.

"I think we have work to do 'Commander'." I said calmly and walked away with them both staring at my back. Sure I was a five foot four fiary red head gray eyed only female fighter in South Dain but when I finally have enough of stupidty then someone is going to listen one way or another.