Just finished fixing some of the spelling

Throughout the valley pass, five horses could be heard rushing to their destination. Two soldiers, an elfish looking man with horns on his head and an eye patch on his right eye, a small bald man in what seems to be a business suite but with shoulder guards and a man dressed in black devilish looking armor from head to toe. They stopped on the edge of a cliff where they looked out onto a large kingdom.

"General, I give you Balandor." The man in the suite spoke. He stares at the general with a wicked smile on his face. The general says nothing and stares at the kingdom.

"Yes General Dragias, I think tonight's celebration will be would to remember." The suited man said with an evil laugh.

The Kingdom of Balandor

At the Gates of Balandor

The citizens walked around the kingdom without a care in the world. Today was the princess's birthday after all. The gates were beautifully designed with a massive stone front with the city's banners hanging on the walls. Everyone was excited to celebrate the princess's birthday, except for the guards at the gate. A middle-aged man in a green cloak with the hood up walked up to the gates leading into town. He carried what looks to be a large item wrapped in cloth.

"Hey, you with the hood! Not so fast" one of the guards said as he walks up to the hooded man.

"Hm? You wouldn't be talking to me, would you?" The hooded man replied as he turned toward the guard. There was only a small glimpse of his face, mostly of his beard, mouth, and nose.

"Let's have a look at your face" the guard said while walking up to the man.

"Surely you have better things to look upon than the pockmarks of a tired old man, no?"

"I said take off the hood and show me your face!" the guard replied with a forceful shove.

As the hooded man lifted his head, the guard drops his spear and looked as if he was in a trance.

"Good enough. Proceed." The guard said as though he was a zombie.

"Oh, many thanks. You soldiers are truly credit to your king." The hooded man said as he passed through the gates.

"Hey, you sure? I don't like the looks of him…" The other guard said as looks at his friend with a confused look.

The guard didn't reply and only remained in a trance liked state. The hooded man walked further into town and headed straight for the castle

"Any moment now. The prophecies were very specific about where it would begin."

At the castle

The princess was outside on the balcony looking out to the kingdom. The princess wore a pink dress with a ribbon tied around her neck. She had her tiara on with a rose on one side. She felt at peace and only focused on the wind that was flowing. Her father was behind her, watching from a distance. The princess didn't even look back nor did she realize her father was there.

"Your Grace? How does our young princess fare today?" the royal advisor said as he came up to the king.

"Look at her Sarvain. She's the picture of her mother. Ten painful years since that day and still my Cisna speaks not a word."

"Are you certain we should proceed with the ball? Presenting her to the people now might only add to their alarm."

"Oh what nonsense. None of those attending expect Cisna to speak. Her presence and her composure would suffice" the king replied. He looked at his daughter with a sad expression on his face. ". Still… I would give all my riches to see a real smile come across her face again. Floraine, she would know. She always knew how to make Cisna laugh."

"Sire. Forgive me, but the princess's heartbreaking condition begs the old question. Why in creation are we making peace with the same people who robbed her of her own mother? "

The king turned to his advisor with a more serious expression.

"My wife is gone Sarvain. War has taken her, just as it has taken so many before her. But war would not bring her back. The Farians speak our tongue. We ought to trade words with them from now on…not lives."

Sarvain stared at the king, but his gaze was unreadable. But his face shows that he doesn't agree with the king. Hearing his voice, the princess turned to see that her father and his advisor were right behind her. She ran up to them and bowed in front of the king.

"Oh, Cisna! You look radiant. That dress suits you beautifully." The king said with a smile

Cisna looked up at her father with her bright blue eyes. As the king admired his silent daughter, a soldier came to them baring news. The soldier went down to one

"Your Grace"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Archduke Dalam of Faria will be arriving shortly"

"Good. See that he is given a proper welcome."

"Yes, sire. Also, a group calling themselves the Marcus Revelers are outside the gates. They say they wish to perform in honor of Her Highness's special day. Shall I turn them away?"

"A circus? Today?"

"A gift! What day could be more deserving of a little extra celebration?" Sarvain interrupted

The king turned to his daughter before turning back to the guard. He wasn't sure if he wanted to accept it. But still it is a special day for the princess.

"Very well. Let them into the city then."

Sarvain closed his eyes and gave a small nod, "Yes, sire."

Both the guard and Sarvain and the guard bowed and took their leave. The king remained on the balcony to stay with his daughter.

Outside the Palace Gates

Two guards stood outside the palace gates, waiting for the Archduke to arrive. One of the guards had brown clothing and a different kind of armor compared to the other guards. He must be a higher ranked officer.

"Anything to report?" said the captain of the guard

"No sir."

Out in the distance, trumpets can be heard and bright blue flags were waving in the air. The Farians looked human but had pale white skin, pointed ears, and had horns on their heads. They were dressed in their blue armor and marched through town, taking one step at a time. They had humungous white animals accompanying them during their march with the archduke riding on top of them.

"This is quite a procession." The guard said in amazement as he watches the Farians come closer.

"I hope the archduke has enough pillows. Warmongering Farian scum." The captain said with hatred in his voice. He only watched in anger, remembering the time when the Farians attacked.

"Who are you?" the Archduke asked as he stopped his ride and army. The castle guards bowed, showing their respect to the Archduke.

"I am Cyrus of Balandor. Captain of the Castle guard. Your excellency, we are most honored by your visit."

"Mmm…Are you now? Tell me, sir. How is his Grace? Is he doing well these days?"

"He is doing quite well, Your Excellency."

"Is he now? That's good to hear." the archduke turned his gaze toward the palace "Now then, if you will excuse me"

A guard came behind and went up to Cyrus. "Does his grace really hope to make peace with these people?"

"Peace with the Farians? The idea makes my blood boil" Cyrus gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as he watches the archduke walk away. "Has the king forgotten so soon?"

Fireworks continue to burst in the sky as the Archduke enters the palace

In the kingdom of Balandor: Near Rappachi's Wines

A young boy with black hair walks through the town with a bag on his back, holding a help wanted poster. He had red eyes and a circle with odd markings tattooed on his hands. He had a sleevless hood with a gray shirt, dark pants, and a regular pair of leathered shoes. The boy looked lost and was looking everywhere for his destination. He came upon a wine shop what says Rappaci's Wine on the front.

"Rappaci's Wine. This must be the place." the boy said as he heads for the door.

Just before he opens the door, he hears yelling from the other side. When he opened the door, he saw a Warg behind the desk and a boy who looks to be the same age as him. He had orange hair and had a brown fur vest with a white rolled up longsleeve. The store was filled with wine bottles and cases filled with even more wine.

"You better not have forgotten what today is!" the Warg yelled.

"Yeah, I know." the boy tried to calm the troll down. Today is the Princess's ball. She's being introduced to society, we step into the big time, got it." the boy said without a care.

"This is a momentous day for Rapacci Wines! The court picked us to supply wine at the castle! We gotta do it right and earn the shop a bona fide royal commendation!" The troll said with excitement in his voice and a smile on his face. "Ah, I've been working my fingers to the bone to get this far..."tears ran down the trolls face.

"Look, I'll leave for Parma winery now, and I'll still be back with time to spare"

"Ha, you better." The Warg replied with a straight face again. "I rented a beastwain at the village for you. Use it to cart the wine back here like your life depends on it, cause it does" the trolled pushed the boy with his finger

"Ah...all right." the boy replied with both hands up in the air.

The Warg looked over Leonard's shoulder to see a black haired boy standing in the middle of the shop.

"Hey, who are you" the troll asked. The orange hair boy looks back to see who the Warg was talking to.

"My name's Eredos. I'm here for the job opening you posted."

"Oh that thing, I put up last week. All right Accompany Leonard here to Parma. He's gonna need the help."

"Hey I'm not that weak, Rappaci. But alright, welcome aboard Eredos." Leonard started walking up to Eredos. "So are you new around town? You look more like a traveler. Do you know how to fight mon..." before Leonard can continue his question, two buckets were flying at them. Eredos caught one with one hand while Leonard gets hit in the head. They both look to see Rappaci, looking pretty pissed off at them.

"Just get your butts moving! You can talk on the road!"

"Alright, gods" Leonard replied as they left the winery

So I'm still a pretty new writer, but I hope you guys like this. Please support me by reviewing and help me move this story along. I guess this chapter would see if people would be interested in the things I write