PROLOGUE
The Unexpected Journey
Story One of Four in: The Dark Lords of Qendaya
The place was snowy, everything filled with watery snow and ice. The old man walked towards the pillars which lead into the gates of the castle of Duranin. It then began to snow heavily, the snow would mix up with rain for one moment. He approach the gate and reaches his hand to knock.
"State your business." a guard beyond the gate stated behind.
The man first mumbled his words into the thick air. "I have news from Qendaya." he responded and shivered.
The gate suddenly opened up, the city of outrageous cold and winter. It is said to be a curse from the old gods. Those whom had long disappeared from the beliefs of mankind. It was more likely that mankind was forced into having such beliefs as their misty and cold-ish religion, from the dark elves during their reign over these lands.
The man entered the city, looked around himself and continued to shiver.
Guards walked to the man, one of them places his hand on the man's shoulder.
"The Lords would want to discuss important matters, with you."
One other guard would lead the foreign man into the halls of the Lord of Duranin.
The hall was not quite as cold as the other ones. The lord raised an eyebrow and observed the man's very step carefully. When approaching the last two pillars the guard halted him. "Halt. You may now hear the Lord speak."
The man placed his hand over his beard and began thinking.
"You have news from the South?" The Lord questioned politely and passionately. The man stood still for one moment, saying nothing until he was ready for it. "There is not much time, until the south is taken aswell. From far east, the dark elves and their lord has taken advantage of the cities of Buraman, Halaren and also Ferragon." The man shivered once more as the lord sat himself tightly to listen to these news.
"Halaran fell decades ago, they never had such great governmental support, Buraman has nearly fallen into ruins, I am surprised they are still willing to inhabit such city. And Ferragon, my brother's estate..? Any news of that..?"
The lord asked him without pausing between the words.
The man walked closer to the lord, the guards did not hesitate to halt him, the lord allowed the man to pass the second pillars.
"Unfortunately, Lord. It was taken several moons ago. There has been no words from any survivors."
"So my brother's corpse, remains in the ruins of his own city.."
"Yes." The man answered once again and turned to the door.
"Your city is taken.. Where will you be headed, Ranger?" The lord gasped for one moment and questioned him.
The man unveiled his hood and his grey hair and beard was revealed to the hall. As he walked to the exit he would state so that the lord would hear him clearly.
"I am going to cut off the head of the snake."
To be the Continued..