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Sitting at his favorite spot to watch the sun rise over the Miradon Mountains, Kaleb was in deep prayer to his goddess.

"Mistress Ileamir please watch over me this fine day, as I since that the giants of the north have started to venture far to close."

Standing, the monk closed his eyes and let the warmth of the sun wash over him. As Kaleb bent to gather up the few items he placed on the ground, he laughed when he remembered the first time he felt the sun on his face. It scared him, for he spent the better part of his youth in a tower studying his art never seeing the outside or the sun. Sliding the scimitar into the sheathe at his hip, the monk turned quickly hearing the all to familiar sounds of heavy footsteps. Grabbing the walking stick that he had come to trust more then his sword, Kaleb whispered a prayer to make his feet faster and quieter. Quickly finding a rather large rock to hide behind, Kaleb prepared for the fight he knew would be coming. The beast was small for giant standards, but he still stood well over twenty feet tall. Seeing that this behemoth was smaller and by the way it walked, it was quicker then most other giants Kaleb had seen, the monk knew it had to be a scout. Pulling the hood of his traveling cloak over his head Kaleb jumped out in front of the giant.

“Halt! You have no place in this part of the Angel Points.”

With a startle the giant replied.
 “ You fool. You should have stayed hidden!”

The giant reached over and grabbed a leafless tree sprout and yanked it out of the ground. Having seen the last giant he faced do the same thing, the monk knew well what the monster decided to do with his new “club”. With his walking staff in hand Kaleb dove under the giants feet and with a sudden and exact stop he slammed one end of his magically hardened weapon into the groin of the beast. As the giant toppled over in agony Kaleb then turned the weapon over in his hands and slammed the reverse side into the giants face, destroying its nose. With a gushing face of blood the giant roared in anger and lifted his newly found club into the air for a killing swing. As the tree went into the air Kaleb kneeled down to place his hand on a rock at his feet. After a quick prayer Kaleb stood just in time to take the roots of the tree to his chest. His face still pouring blood the giant began to laugh as he watched the puny human, who had caused his kin so much trouble in the past few ten days, go tumbling over the edge of the mountain. With the fight won the giant pulled his tunic up to his nose and wiped the blood from his face, and he began to think of the hero he would be when he returned the body of the cursed human who had killed no less then three of his kin in the past month to his king. He would become wealthy beyond anything he ever thought. His king would bow to him and proclaim him to be the most noble of Giantkind. When the giant scout got to the edge of the cliff he saw Kaleb fall from, he jumped back in surprise. For when Kaleb prayed to his goddess, his skin became as hard as the rock he was touching. Leaping from the ledge he stood on, Kaleb drew out his sword, wishing he had held on to his staff a little better because now he would have to trek down the side of the mountain a bit of a ways to retrieve it, he slashed the monster one time across the chest drawing a thin line of blood. Before the giant could react Kaleb was in the air again and driving his scimitar into the neck of the giant. With a gurgling sound the giant fell to his knees witch brought him face to face with Kaleb. Snatching his sword from the monsters neck Kaleb gave a mighty swing and severed the behemoths head completely. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Kaleb surveyed the area to make sure no more enemies were about. Seeing no other giants around Kaleb began to dig a hole deep enough to cover the corpse. It took him roughly two hours to bury the monster, but to his thinking every being should have a respectful interring. Standing at the edge of cliff he had fallen from he could see where his staff had fallen, and it would be a rather difficult hike to get to it. So Kaleb decided he would rest for a little while to gain his strength.

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i want to believe
i want to be true
i want to be loyal
and faithfull to you
but where can i go
when vague doubts arise
and when "evil" appears
in an "angels disguise"
while clamoring voices
demand my attention
and the air is pulluted
with cries of dissension
you know, god, its easy
just to follow the crowd
who are "doing their thing"
while shouting out loud
gross protestations
against "the old rules"
that limit and hamper
the new freedom schools
god answer me this prayer
and tell me the truth
are you really the god
of both aged and youth
and, god, speak to my heart
so i truly feel
that "these prophets"are false
but you really are real!

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“There, just over that hill, beyond the horizon.” Linkindel’s eyes followed where Sikesfana was pointing.

“Beyond that hill lies The Grohst. Wetlands swarming with orcs and goblins. To go there alone is to go asking for death.” Sikesfana was teaching Linkindel about the areas and creatures just outside the Draven Wood, and about the creatures that called the wood their home as well. Every day Linkindel would wake as the sun came up and train with Sikesfana. Though over the past fifteen years Linkindel had become mighty with the bow and an even mightier force with the sword, he was still a novice in the eyes of the elves. An elf would live to see thirty decades, Linkindel being half elf would be lucky to see half that. Knowing that Linkindel would not have as long to perfect his skills, Sikesfana pushed him twice as hard everyday.

“The beasts that live in the Grohst are not nearly as vile as the fierce giants that live in the mountains. They stand nearly twenty-five feet off the ground and are hulking brutes. The smallest one being nearly four times mine or yours height.” Sikesfana said as he began to walk back towards the Linkindel’s home

“If the creatures are so terrible why do we not go and destroy them all and clean them from our world?” Linkindel asked.

Without stopping his walk, Sikesfana said.

“Because it is their world as well…”

That was the same answer Sikesfana gave Linkindel every time he asked the same question. With a sigh Linkindel fell in line behind Sikesfana and asked.

“So now we go and spar again I suppose?”

“No. Today you get your sword.”

“I already have my sword, it is right here on my back.”

Linkindel pointed to the broadsword in its sheath.

“No child, today you get your real sword.”

A frown spread across Linkindel’s face. Stopping dead in his tracks Linkindel said.

“You know I hate it when you call me child, Sikes.” Deliberately calling Sikesfana the name he hated to be called.

“Yes I know you dislike it, and that is why I do it. Prove to me that you are not a child any longer and I will never call you it again.”

Now seething with anger Linkindel charged towards his teacher yelling.

“I will show you that I am no child!”

Turning in just enough time to see that Linkindel had drawn his sword and was charging at him, Sikesfana whispered towards the ground. From the earth sprouted a massive root system that quickly entangled themselves around Linkindel’s feet halting his charge. Calmly walking to face his student, Sikesfana said.

“It is your anger that will keep you from ever reaching your potential. Put your weapon away and we will go and get you your birth rite.” With a wave of his hands Sikesfana dispelled the roots. Looking down at the ground Sikesfana said.

“Thank you.”

Watching the admiration for the earth in Sikesfana’s eyes Linkindel asked.

“When will I be able to do that?”

Once again walking towards the safety of the inner most houses that the elves called home, Sikesfana responded.

“When you release that anger of yours.”

The walk back to his house was a quiet one for Lin, though he had had the same fight with Sikes many times, this time, this last fight, seemed to have gotten to him. He held an inner anger that he himself had no idea the cause. Though the story of how he came to live in the ancient forest had been told to him several times, there were parts that were seemingly left out. He had asked about the parts that he felt where missing but neither Sikesfana nor his would be father Kal, would give him a strait answer. He knew, despite his anger, that one or the other would tell him the whole story when the time was right. Finally reaching his home Linkindel noticed that as was everyday Kal was outside tending his garden. Laughing to himself he recalled a time when he by mistake stepped on a flower that had grown so tall it now leaned out of the garden. With a flurry of slaps and curses Kal had chased him off and would not let him in the house later that night. Kal stood to regard Sikes and said.

“So its time then to give him his sword.”

“Yes sir, I do believe he is ready for it.”

Looking from Sikes to Kal, Linkindel found himself confused and utterly left out. Falling in behind Kal, Sikes turned to Linkindel and said.

“Follow us into the house and you will see what your father left for you.”

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Finding his way to the garden spade he kept in the back of his tool shed, as he did everyday, Kal hummed along with the chirping birds and other singing animals.

"Today will be a splendid day!"

Kal said to himself as he did everyday, And for the most part he was right. Nothing new would happen in his small corner of the Draven Wood. He would say good morning and give good greetings to all the folk that would pass his hut and his beautifully maintained garden, on their way to trade goods with one another.

But what Kal didn’t know was on this fine morning there would be a new face seen in Draven Wood. Though at the time there was no way for him to have known it. That new face would forever change the life of Kal and all the Fair folk that called Draven Wood their home.

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With more strength than his tired and fatigued limbs allowed him to believe he had, Brylin picked himself up. thanks to the not so pin-point accuracy of long distance teleporting Brylin found himself tangled in a dry leafless very thorny bush. Thankfully the spells he cast over his son before he teleported them, protected his young child from any physical danger he might come across. While Brylin was forced to endure many small wounds from the bush, his new born child, whose name was Linkindel, was unharmed.

"Better me then you." Brylin said, as he winced while removing a thorn from a not so pleasant spot on his rear.

Once the mage decided he could do no more to stop the minor pain in his legs and thighs, Brylin pulled off his traveling cloak and begin to fashion a make-shift harness for his child to ride in on his back. Satisfied that Linkindel was as safe as he could be in such a harsh land, Brylin gathered up what small healing items he had left and put them in the haversack on his hip, the bag made of dwarvish magic could hold many times the amount of items then the outside of the bag would lead you to believe it could. He picked up and cleaned of his newly acquired broadsword and slid it into its sheath on the opposite hip as the haversack. Leaning on his walking staff, a staff of no minor magic, Brylin shook off the last shock of pain from the fast healing wounds. He decided he would go to the one place he knew was safe.

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As the old dwarf stood atop the massive hill full of jagged rocks and thorny leafless plants, he looked over his great wooden shield and saw the familiar face of a friend at the bottom. Before he could send down his scouts to escort the man to the top he felt an all to familiar tingle in his head from the amulet he wore around his neck.

"Before Brylin reaches the gates of Shimmering Hall, you must know what it is he brings to your king to protect"

Brinval, the old war captain of King Helegraths elite guard, knew the voice in his head to be that of Jayden Quee. Jayden, a women the age of twenty, too, wore an amulet around he neck, an item given to her by Brinval. The amulets aloud the two to magically speak with one another.

"Are ye watching me again girl?"
Brinval aloud more anger to seep out with his words then he would have liked, he hated to sound as gruff as his old frame looked, at least not to Jayden anyway.

"Bah! I’m watching Brylin ye grouchy old dwarf."

Jayden knew her friend meant no harm by what he said, and it was for that that she aloud him to "hear" her giggling.

"Your friend, Brylin, has betrayed Lord Raydic, and carries with him the magical blade known as Seather, the same blade Raydic spent years imbuing with part of his life force and the soul of a mighty red dragon."

"Ha! Is that it? We do not fear a pig that gets his jollies from bringing the dead back to life, if ye can call what them monsters are living."

Brinval could not hold back a laugh, a laugh that sounded like that of boulders falling in a cave.

"You laugh now good dwarf, but I assure you, Raydic, will stop at nothing to have Seather back in his hands and the head of Brylin on its point. I will send word when I find out about Lord Raydics revenge. Until then I must stay out of contact with you, I believe Nuami, Raydics under mage, senses that I am in league with you and King Helegraths Kingdom."

"Listen here girly. If there is trouble ye better get yer bottom out of that blasted hole of a giants rear end and get back here to the Keep."

"I will."

With that the magical connection was lost.

"Go and help our guest to reach the gates safely."

From behind Brinval a younger dwarf gathered up his gear and begin to march down the deadly hill. It is only with a dwarven escort can someone reach the top of the Hill of Thrown Boulders without the magical defensive wards being set off and destroying anything they touch.

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"Yer asking me to put all me kin at risk so that ye can take yer boy to his mother."

King Helegrath set on his great stonework chair built into the wall behind him. the kings seat was a dull grey color, that of the stone all around him, and like the stone in all Shimmering Hall, the chair, too had a sparkle about it.

" I would understand if you did not want to take on such a charge my lord, and I only come to you with this because you are the only one in all this cursed world that I trust. I would not hold it against you if you chose to protect your kingdom."

King Helegrath, Lord of all Shimmering Hall, stood from his seat with a huff and picked up his mighty flail from beside his throne and belted it to his hip.

"Ye have never turned yer back on me and me kin so I wont be turnin mine."

Helegrath walked over to his long time friend and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Come with me to me and we can decided on a plan to get ye safely to the Draven Wood, and young Lin here to his mother."

Standing from his minor seat next to Helegraths throne, Brylin stood a full three feet taller then the sturdy dwarf, however the mage never felt smaller due to the majestic nature of the great cleric king.

"We will gather Brinval and a small group of his fighters to help us on our journey."

With a nod Brylin said.

"That’s a good idea, Brinval is a mighty warrior and an even better friend, he too should know what I have asked of you."

Helegrath and Brylin walked to the great doors of Kings Hall, the doors opened and revealed Brinval already at the doors standing guard while running a wet stone across the blade of his war axe. Turning to face his king and at the same time putting his sharpening rock away and said

"Do ye have need of me again me lord?"

Helegrath walked past Brinval and said.

"Gather two of yer best scouts and meet me in me chambers."

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"You sent for me, Sir?" The lady mage stood just outside the door that led to the massive room that was Lord Raydic's personal library. Standing an inch below six feet and with long hair as dark as pitch, and a slender frame, Nuami was a strikingly beautiful women.

"Yes I did, please, do come in."

Lord Raydic set in front of his marble writing desk gathering spell components from one of its many drawers. looking up from his desk Raydic looked at Nuami and said.

"Have you anything to report to me about the location of the trader and my sword?"

As Nuami walked over to stand before her teacher and master, she noticed that he had adorned his Robe of Many Colors, a magical cloak that seemed to have an endless amount of pockets. its color was always changing, and could take on whatever color whoever was wearing it wanted it to be.

"Sir, with all do respect we have not had enough time to pin point his exact location, but we can tell you that he went in the direction of The Grohst, he will most likely search for refuge with the blasted elves that live in the woods not far from the mighty bog."

"Sir."

Both wizard and under mage turned to regard the tall bearded man now standing where Nuami had just been standing.

"What is it Aija? Have you word of where Brylin and my sword are located?" Raydic let more eagerness slip into his voice then he would have liked.

"Yes master, the mage that Nuami had searching for the trader, reported that he is north of The Grohst, and heading to the Draven Wood. His wife, Coralyn, lives there. if he gets to her she, along with the other elves, can conceal him, and keep us from ever entering their forest."

"How fast can you two be prepared to travel to the boarders of the elven woods?"

Letting the question hang in the air and not looking for an answer Raydic stood to finish gathering the items he would need for the journey he would soon embark upon.

Aija and Nuami both bowed and left the room to gather their equipment as well. Aija would be prepared before Nuami, Raydic knew, for aside from the magical gauntlets that he wore, he was no magic user and never carried more then a small ruck sack on his back.

Looking out his window that faced the south, Raydic thought of all the things he would soon do to Brylin, the trader and thief. He would kill him and then animate his corpse and bring him to the brink of life just to kill him again. Oh the joys he would have with his once best friend. His face twisting in an inner rage Raydic begin to mutter to himself.

"No one betrays me..."

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Whistling along with the family of birds that had taken up living in the trees just outside his front door, Kal dug away in his garden ever cleaning out stray weeds and grass. Kal took care of his garden as if it were one of his children, for he was an elf. Elves, unlike all other creatures of the world worshiped no god or goddess, they found harmony with the earth and with all nature and animals. To Kal’s way of thinking, the garden was not one of his kids, it was quite the opposite, being an elf, he was a child of the earth itself. Suddenly, senescing that the birds had stopped chirping and singing, Kal stood to scan the area around his house, a cabin made of magically shaped trees and earth.

Kal spotted a figure making its way threw the massive trees that lined the outer reaches of the Draven Wood. Though the elves were a calm and peaceful race, they were on the other hand, very protective of their ancient forest. Seeing now that the figure was in fact a dwarf, Kal knew he could see the figure well before the dwarf would see the elf. After quickly stepping into his house and gathering up his long bow and quiver of arrows, Kal rushed out into the forest to confront the trespasser.

“Hold, or I will fire upon you. You have entered sacred land guarded by the elves that call it home.”

The dwarf did not slow his pace.

“ I send you only one more warning trespasser. Halt and identify yourself or I will fire.”

Not slowing his steps at all the dwarf began to softly chant. Kal, seeing that the dwarf was not heeding his warning, shot an arrow lined up for the dwarfs neck. As the arrow zipped threw the air Kal had another arrow notched and ready before the first struck home. To Kal’s surprise the arrow never hit the dwarf, as the bolt slammed into the dwarfs neck, a brilliant white light erupted from around the dwarf and consumed the would be killing shot. With a booming voice made louder by some sort of magic the elf had never seen, the dwarf spoke.

“ I am King Helegrath, Lord and ruler of The Shimmering Hall, I am here on behalf of a kin or yours, Coralyn and her spouse Brylin. Do not fire upon me again, I am a friend of the Elvish race, I mean no harm to you or this forest.”

For some reason unknown to him, Kal found himself calmed by the booming voice. He put away his arrow and walked towards the newcomer to his forest. With the commotion and the sound of the magical defensive spell that Helegrath cast, there were now several more elves coming to stand behind Kal. Though most of the fair folk were lulled, one stood against the magical calming sound of Helegraths Gods voice summoned threw his own.

“Kal, please be careful, we know not if he speaks the truth.”

Sikefana ran up to stand beside his friend and fellow elf. Putting his hand to Skiesfanna’s chest to stop him, Kal turned to face his friend.

“He speaks the truth, look.”

Kal pointed to what the dwarf was holding.

“He holds Linkindel, Coralyn’s young.”

Following Kal’s finger Sikesfana and the rest of the Draven Wood Elves looked at the young child the dwarven king held. Walking up to the gathered elves Helegrath spoke.

“Is there anywhere we can go to talk I have a bit of story to tell ye all and I’m afraid this story has a sad ending.”

With tears streaking his blood covered dirty face King Helegrath handed the half elven child over to Kal.

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Sorry... i typed out a long entry but..  i erased it...   not yet ready to let out my feelings like that yet..  dont know if i ever will be............

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