Questions-Ben

We were marched over to the top of a mountain, and then rounded a corner. As if my life couldn't be any stranger, a massive construct stood before me. Four towers stood above the castle, one in each corner. They were almost six-hundred feet high, and sixty feet wide. A drawbridge big enough for an army to cross covered only a fraction of the wall. When we walked through, I noted that the walls were almost forty feet thick, it would be almost impossible to attack.

In the center, a keep rose as high as the towers, but much broader and thicker in the walls. We were marched through a stone side door and thrown into a small room with no windows. The door slammed shut, and we heard people walking away.

The second there was silence I rounded on Ricky and said "What did you do in there?" I asked, referring to the arena we were just in. "You looked like you knew just what to do."

"I don't know," he replied, "I don't remember much, but you looked plenty capable when you threw that spear." He was right, but I still didn't know how. Actually, that's just about all I wanted to know.

"How do you think this is possible?" I asked. "I mean, it's not like this whole thing could fit inside a mountain, could it? There's some serious things going around, and we don't understand any of them."

There's a brief moment of silence while we think about what we've seen. Giants, mysterious worlds that are too big to hide, how does this happen.

"Magic, a voice seems to whisper in my head, "You were only living in a piece of the world, there is much more to discover, if you are strong enough." I jump up and walk to the other side of the cell to sit next to Ricky.

"Why do you think we have to wait? I mean, these people just carry around weapons like it's completely natural." He says. "It's like…these people are scared of you" the strange voice in my head says, "You can do what no one here could do, you are unique."

"Do you hear anything?" I burst out, though I'm not sure to whom I'm talking too. "I could swear something's talking to me. It's like I'm trying to listen to two conversations at once."

"Really? I've had that same feeling, it's almost like… you can talk to us, and we can talk to you. That alone makes you special. However, you are destined for much more. You will unite the worlds to make a perfect place to live eventually." Then Ricky and I fall unconscious, as if struck in the head from behind.

We wake up in a small dark cave, nothing like the room we were just in. Another troop of soldiers dressed in vermillion armor surrounded the camp, and were also going in and out of the camp. Ricky's just waking up when I look out the small window and watch one person, taller and more elegantly dressed than the others jumped down.

The cell door is slammed open and we are blindfolded and pushed down the steps to a kneeling position. The second I hit the ground, I feel the ropes binding my hands burn, and an unusual amount of strength course through me. I turn around to see three people in the cell, where before there had just been one.

The two spirits flanked Ricky as he leapt down the flight of steps, wind gusting from his body to slow his fall. The staff I saw the spirit holding was in Rick's hands. The moment I had stood up, alarms had sounded in the camp, and guards started rushing towards me.

A torrent of air knocked them over, giving me enough time to rush over to my friends. As soon as I reach Ricky, the ghosts are gone, but the sword remained propped up against the rocks.

"I can help you pass through all the normal stages of a warriors or mages craft, but the extraordinary must come from you" the same voice in my head says. "My name is Diamondlight, I am the spirit of warriors past that you keep seeing, my companion is Realmsong, spirit of magic. Trust your instincts; they will not lead you astray." As the first group of soldiers jumps towards me, time seems to slow, and I leap out of the way.

My back to a wall, there is only one thing I can do. Before the wild Norse men could regain their momentum, I spun though their ranks, my hands moving in patterns alien to me. The sword should have been super heavy, but to me it felt almost like a toy. But this was not a toy.

The edge was sharp enough to shear through armor easily, and for a moment it felt like we could get out, but as soon as the thought formed in my head, I felt myself lifted off my feet and slammed into a nearby tree. The person I saw before stood before me, an amused expression on his face.

"Time for you to learn your place!" He spat, his face suddenly contorted with strain as I felt conflicting waves of heat and cold warping out of him. I'm not sure what he's doing, but as soon as I try to move, my body starts burning. As soon as I stop, I start to freeze. Before this can get any worse however, I see a new figure standing behind the crazy guy.

I feel the spell break as the person lashed out at the crazy guys hands.

A wild war cry came from outside of the camp and the people we saw when we first came here came charging through the gate. The vermillion colored soldiers just vanished and the tall figure in front of me gave me one last spiteful look and vanished. In his place, a bird cawed and flew off.

As Ricky and I turn to meet the silver group of soldiers, they stop and stare, dumbstruck. The spirits are back, and for some reason that means a lot to these guys, because they kneel before them.

"My name is Iledryvana; you have a lot to learn." The person we saw first explained.