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Chapter One
"Guards rid me of this man." Sarcson was sat on his throne in Nightenar. He ruled over this country but was power hungry. He had just returned from a council of the leaders of the Earth. He was absolutely furious because they would not let him take over some of the Enchanted Land, the land that nobody owned; this land had once been a civilised civilisation until Nightenar stepped in and murdered all but one of its people. This person happened to be a magician called Unkerdall. He had cast a strong spell so that nobody could ever rule or build on this land. It was Unkerdall that had denied Sarcson his request.
"Guards I said rid me of this man. What has a King got to do to get things done around here?!?"
Hastily the Guards pulled the chained man to his feet and marched out of the room at top speed. Sarcson did not look happy. You wouldn't want to come across him in this mood.
"Stupid St Unkerdall with all his saintly ways!" he mocked. "I'll pay you back don't you forget it!" He was now fuming.
Meanwhile at the council of the leaders of Earth Unkerdall was sat uncomfortably in his chair. Around him sat Dalterkerks, another powerful magician, Inkerball VI of Inderball forest and Metalore the leader of the Council and the biggest land owner.
Anyway, Unkerdall felt very uncomfortable. Since Sarcsons request, rejection and storm out ten minutes ago, no-one had spoken.
"This won't do!" Everyone jumped, all except Dalterkerks. "Who said that?" demanded Metalore. "Well me of course!" "Yes but who's me?" asked Unkerdall. "Who are you talking to?" inquired Dalterkerks. "The voice, can't you hear it?" Asked a surprised Inkerball.
Chapter One
"Guards rid me of this man." Sarcson was sat on his throne in Nightenar. He ruled over this country but was power hungry. He had just returned from a council of the leaders of the Earth. He was absolutely furious because they would not let him take over some of the Enchanted Land, the land that nobody owned; this land had once been a civilised civilisation until Nightenar stepped in and murdered all but one of its people. This person happened to be a magician called Unkerdall. He had cast a strong spell so that nobody could ever rule or build on this land. It was Unkerdall that had denied Sarcson his request.
"Guards I said rid me of this man. What has a King got to do to get things done around here?!?"
Hastily the Guards pulled the chained man to his feet and marched out of the room at top speed. Sarcson did not look happy. You wouldn't want to come across him in this mood.
"Stupid St Unkerdall with all his saintly ways!" he mocked. "I'll pay you back don't you forget it!" He was now fuming.
Meanwhile at the council of the leaders of Earth Unkerdall was sat uncomfortably in his chair. Around him sat Dalterkerks, another powerful magician, Inkerball VI of Inderball forest and Metalore the leader of the Council and the biggest land owner.
Anyway, Unkerdall felt very uncomfortable. Since Sarcsons request, rejection and storm out ten minutes ago, no-one had spoken.
"This won't do!" Everyone jumped, all except Dalterkerks. "Who said that?" demanded Metalore. "Well me of course!" "Yes but who's me?" asked Unkerdall. "Who are you talking to?" inquired Dalterkerks. "The voice, can't you hear it?" Asked a surprised Inkerball.