AN: Some people were asking what Sophie and her father's connection to Sylver and Unicorns was about. I'll only explain some aspects of it because it is the main bulk of the story. So here goes:

Sylver – looks like normal silver, can mould and shape it like normal silver but it has magical properties (stuff that you'll get to know) and (it's hard to explain) the closest thing that I could say to explain it is that it has a mind of its own. Sort of. You'll get the picture as more happens in the story but that's the basic idea and I hope that it helps those that are in confusion land. Now onto ...

Unicorns: The world has mistaken the unicorns, there are no killer unicorns. They are the purest beings in the universe. As you already know their horns hold healing powers but to heal people they have to cut open their forehead to be able to heal. That's where people get the idea that they were killers. I'm not sure if Daine spoke to any unicorns but in this story she can't communicate with them. The Gods have no power over them, and they never completely went back to the Divine Realms with the other immortals the FIRST time round. They had their protectors at Sylverden and the ones who have remained have wondered freely in the Sylverden domain.

Unicorns have a special connection with Sylver and that too will be eventually explained.

Now onto the Story!!!!!!!!

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Chapter 2

Last Chapter:

Davyd and Sophie left the cave just before Dusk, walking back to the castle. Both of them went to bed early that day. It was going to be a long week.

In the cave, the sylver could be seen shining. It knew that its protectors would be leaving.

Sophie and her father stopped at the top of the hill looking over the city that was Corus. Sophie glanced at the city before looking over at her father.

Davyd was a tall, broad shouldered, well-muscled man in his late twenties. His clothes were not of those worn by a Count whose estate was one of the richest in the country but those worn by the lower nobles. Some might even say merchants but of course that was never said in front of his face. His long blond hair with traces of red was tied back in a simple horsetail and his golden skin was tanned from days spent in the sun. Davyd's eyes were a startling silver colour that were famous for those of the Sylverden clan and right between his eyes was a strong nose though it wasn't too big. His long mouth was often found in a large wide smile. His voice was that of a tenor.

Davyd was more beautiful than handsome what with his long thick eyelashes and his eyes normally always held that glint of humour in his eyes that one would suspect that he was 'up to' something. He was an easygoing man that everyone respected.

Sophie was the spitting image of her father - reddish-blond hair, silver eyes, and same smiling mouth. The only features she inherited from her mother were her nose and height and build. She was average height for her age and her build was slender.

Sophie's horse gave a snort under her.

'When you have finished standing here like an idiot, please let me know and we'll get moving.' Her horse, Alya, said.

Davyd laughed. "Hold your hooves, Lofty One. We'll get there and you can have your oats. Sophie, I do believe that the name you chose for your horse fits her perfectly." Sophie grinned at her father.

"It wasn't me who named her, papa. It was you and I do believe that you chose the right name for your horse too. Don't you think so, O Noble One?"

It was Davyd's horse who snorted this time. 'I will not commit myself to this little chit chat you two are having. I agree with Lofty over there, when are we going to go? I see no point in staying here watching trees go.' Replied Karim.

Both Sophie and Davyd laughed and they started down the hill, heading towards the huge city as it lay in front of them.

Lord Padraig waited impatiently for both the Count of Sylverden and the new Lady Page to arrive in the palace. They were due to come today. And it was already noon. Padraig did not wanting to be waiting all day for a page even if it was an important as the second known lady page.

Just then a servant in palace livery entered Lord Padraig's study and announced "Count Davyd and Sophia of Sylverden have arrived at the palace, my lord. The Count said that they would be present as soon as they have taken care of their horses and greeted their majesties."

"Very well. After they have seen the king, direct them straight to me." When the servant bowed and exited the room, Lord Padraig sat back and sighed.

What was he going to do with this girl? Was she going to be as good as Keladry was at her training or was she going to be a weakling? He didn't know. One thing was for sure. She was going to have a hard time with the other pages, although probably not as hard as Sir Keladry had as the family she has come from is respected even among conservative families. Oh well. When he took this position he knew that he would have to train more girls because after Sir Keladry had passed her ordeal more noble girls took an interest in becoming a knight. What will come will come. There was nothing he could do about it. He would just have to handle the state of affairs the best he could and try not to anger The Count. He and his family too respected the Sylverden clan and it would not do well to anger them.

"Ah, Davyd, it is good to see you again. It's been quite a while." Said the king as he looked up from his paperwork and saw both the Count of Sylverden and his daughter standing in the doorway.

Seeing the Count and king face to face one could tell that the king's beauty was nothing compared to Davyd's.

"It is good to see you too, sire. I believe that you have not met my daughter, Sophia." Davyd said formally gesturing to Sophie. She bowed – the proper bow a king should have.

Jonathan smiled. "It is good to meet the girl who wants to become a knight."

"As I believe that it is good for every young girl who wants to train as a knight to meet the king who decreed it thus, your majesty." Sophie replied.

The king laughed. "I see that she inherited your wit, Davyd. Now on to business, as you are aware of Davyd, you don't have permanent rooms here in the palace because for some reason your father did not want them when we rebuilt that side of the palace. Due to the fact that Sophia is now preparing to be a knight I would imagine that you would want to stay here for a more considerable amount of time." Jonathan paused and Davyd nodded. "It does not seem proper for you to be staying in a guest room for your time after all you have done for the country. There is a wing available near the Royal one that I believe is suitable. It does not have many bedrooms, only four or five. It has its own library among others and there is a stable and field for your horses. I hope that it would be enough."

"That would be wonderful, sire. I do believe that we are having some of our belongings brought up from Sylverden as well as some servants that will be coming. The wing you are describing would be perfect." Replied the Count elegantly.

Jonathan nodded. "Excellent. Now if that is all you wanted to discuss, I do believe that a training master is waiting for your arrival. It was good meeting you, Sophia. I expect that I would be seeing you again

With that both Sophie and Davyd exited the room after bowing tat the king.

They made their way to the training master's office, following the servant who had been waiting outside for them.

Arriving at the door to Lord Padraig's office the servant entered and announced, "Count Davyd of Sylverden and his daughter, Sophia."

With that both father and daughter entered the office and came face to face with the training master.

I hope you liked that chapter as well. So far I have found this one to be the easiest to write for some unknown reason. Please review and say what you think.