“Osla?” Lorik said. “How does that concern us?”
“Well, for one, your king and most of his army were destroyed there. I’m afraid King Oveer came under the power of a very evil witch. She led your king away and forced him to bring along all his troops, which is why your border was left unprotected, I suspect.”
“Why?” Vera asked. “What is going on?”
“When King Belphan and King Zorlan attacked Yelsia, Osla was left undefended,” Zollin explained. “Your King Oveer was supposed to lead his army north, join with the Basklan army and attack Yelsia from the east. Along the way he fell under the witch’s spell. I went south to confront the Master of the Torr and we were both attacked by the witch. She has delved into some very dark magic, and I’m afraid she’s unleashed a terrible horde of monsters on the Five Kingdoms. I’m looking for people to fight this evil and help those who need it. The Yelsian army and what’s left of the army from Falxis are going to make a stand at the Walheta mountain range. I’m going to convince King Ricard to bring his troops south and hopefully stand with you here along the border.”
“What about the people in the southern part of the kingdom?” Lorik asked.
“I’m afraid many of them are already lost,” Zollin said. “The creatures the witch unleashed are capturing people and carrying them back to Osla, where she is building an army.”
“And you think that army will come here?” Vera said.
“I fear so,” Zollin said. “I can’t be sure of who or what exactly is coming this way, but I am certain the witch intends to rule all of the Five Kingdoms. I’ve got to stop her, but I can’t do it alone. Can you help?”
“What can we do?” Lorik said. “You saved us today. The whole of northern Ortis owes you a debt we cannot repay.”
“No,” Zollin said. “I think you could handle the Norsik. I’m hoping that with a little help you can fight whatever the witch sends against you. But you don’t owe me anything. I would stay and help you, but I have to move on. I have to warn King Ricard, then I’m going to the Northern Highlands to find more help.”
“I’m not sure what we can do, but we will spread the word,” Lorik said. “If King Ricard will join us, we’ll make a stand here at the Wilderlands.”
“That’s good enough for me,” Zollin said. “If I get a chance I’ll come back this way.”
“We would like that,” Lorik said.
“Very much,” Vera added.
“Consider it done,” Zollin said.
He walked over to the shining green dragon and rose up in the air in one smooth, effortless motion, then descended gracefully onto its back.
“Man, that is unbelievable,” Stone said.
“You aren’t kidding,” Lorik agreed.
They watched as the dragon jumped up and flew into the air. The children behind them squealed in delight.
“Well?” Stone said. “What now?”
“We have to see to the needs of those other captives,” Lorik said.
“And find a place to set up some shelter,” Vera said. “We all need some rest.”
“That’s for sure,” Lorik said. “And then we need to get word out about what Zollin warned us of.”
“Monsters? A witch and her army? Do you really think anyone will believe us?” Stone asked.
“I doubt it, but I’m not betting against a wizard and his dragon,” Lorik said.
“Nor will I,” Stone agreed.
Lorik spent the rest of the day helping the huge group of captives accept that they were safe. They had no supplies or shelter other than what the Norsik had left behind. Vera oversaw the gathering and redistribution of the supplies. As night fell they looked out over the makeshift city they had fashioned for the refugees.
“You think there’s any chance the Norsik will come back?” Vera asked.
“Not soon,” Lorik said, “but eventually, yes. They left behind a lot of treasure. I’m going into the forest tonight. The Drery Dru should be able to tell me what the Norsik are doing.”
“You have to go so soon?” Vera said. “You need rest as much as anyone.”
“There’s no sense arguing with her,” Stone said. He was sitting on some plush cushions, and a fire crackled nearby.
“I won’t argue,” Lorik said smiling. “You know I have to go, but I will get some rest first. I just don’t need as much as I used to.”
“It’s so good to have you with us, Lorik,” Vera said. “I don’t want to see you run off to rescue someone else.”
“I promise I’ll be back before sunrise,” Lorik said. “And whatever I do, I won’t do it without you. I’ve learned we work better together.”
Vera and Stone both smiled. Then Lorik turned and hurried off into the darkness. One huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders only to be replaced by something even worse. He had to find out whatever he could, and he had a feeling the Drery Dru knew more than anyone else.
Epilogue
Lorik was back in Erkadine. The Drery Dru were hurrying about, already preparing for what lay ahead.
“You saw the wizard?” Hennick said. “You saw his power?”
“Yes,” Lorik said. “He could do things I have never seen. He tossed the Norsik raiders around with just a thought. It was amazing.”
“The magic of the Five Kingdoms has been jealously hoarded for centuries,” the forest elf said. “Now, this young wizard is waking up the magical world, but to see a wizard on the back of a dragon is disturbing.”
“You don’t like dragons?” Lorik asked.
It was an innocent question, even if it was thoughtless. The long lives and vast wisdom of the forest elves made Lorik’s simple way of thinking seem elementary.
“Fire-breathing creatures aren’t typically welcome in any forest,” Hennick said, smiling gently.
“I didn’t think of it that way,” Lorik said, a little embarrassed. “It was a magnificent beast, though. Did you see it?”
“Yes,” Hennick said. “It was a young dragon, but strong.”
“So, what do you think about the army the wizard talked about? Is something like that possible?”
“It is,” Hennick said sadly. “Power is always prone to corruption, and unfortunately, it sounds as if dark magic has been unleashed on the land. That is why you are the Protector.”
“What do you know about what is to come?”
“Nothing, really,” the small elf said. “War is the playground of man.”
“But what type of monsters are we talking about? Is this something we can fight?”
“Of course,” Hennick said. “Evil in whatever form it manifests must aways be opposed by good. And good almost always manifests itself in a few brave souls. You have a good heart, Lorik. Trust yourself, and do whatever you must to save your people.”
“What about the Drery Dru? Shouldn’t I be protecting you as well? I mean, everything I have I owe to you.”
“No, the Drery Dru only enhanced what was already present in your heart, Great One. Our fates are tied together. By saving your kind, you will save ours. But do not trouble yourself with the future of the Drery Dru. We have had our time, and if the Maker decides our time has passed, we will be thankful for what we have experienced and the people we have loved. Those are the only things we can take into the great adventure beyond this life anyway.”
“Then I must go south,” Lorik said. “I have to warn people of what is coming.”
“Go with our blessing,” Hennick said. “And when you return, the Kingtree will be ready.”
“Ready for what?” Lorik asked.
“For you, of course.”
Lorik looked around at the quiet industry of the forest elves. He smiled and felt reassured. He knew his place in the world now. He stood poised between the ancient and the recent, between the good of the Five Kingdoms and the dark power that was looming up in the south like black thunderclouds. He bowed to Hennick and then stepped back out into the quiet forest. It was dark, but far below him he could see
the mists moving among the massive trunks of the ancient redwood trees.
He took hold of the rope and put his weight on the loop. He was lowered slowly back down to the ground and then he watched as the rope disappeared back up into the darkness. It was bittersweet to be leaving the Wilderlands, but he knew he would be back soon. And he wasn’t going to be alone. His friends waited for him, and new experiences, too. It wasn’t a future that many people would look forward to, but it was exactly the kind of life Lorik had always longed for.
He smiled as he jogged back through the forest. He returned to the camp just as the sky began to lighten in the east.
“You made it,” Vera said, stepping out of a small tent she was sharing with Stone.
“I told you I would,” Lorik said.
“What’s next?” Vera asked.
“We put someone in charge of helping these people, and then we go south.”
“More people to save?” Vera asked.
“Always,” Lorik said smiling.
“I’m sorry I doubted you, Lorik,” she said, placing her hand on his arm. “You’ve always watched over me and the people you love. I don’t think you have a savior complex. I think you are just a hero.”
Lorik smiled.
“I’m just a man. I’m only as good as the people I love and the values I stand up for. But maybe that’s enough.”
“So, you want Stone to ride south with you?”
“No, I want you and Stone to ride south with me. From here on out, we’re doing everything together.”
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Prologue
“I sense a blossom opening,” said the wizard.
He wasn’t talking about a flower.
“We have felt it,” said another wizard. This man was younger, although still well along in years.
“The power is rare,” declared the first wizard, whose face was hidden beneath the dark hood of his robe.
“Yes, much like your own.”
“We must begin our search,” said the first wizard, who was obviously the master.
“The child was probably only just born,” said the younger wizard.
“Yes, but it would be best to find this child before he discovers his power. We need to train him in his early years to ensure he will never betray us.”
“It could be a girl,” said the second wizard.
“Yes, and if so we must destroy her.”
The second wizard bowed his head. Wars had been fought over women, kingdoms brought to utter ruin. A woman with power could destroy the Torr, and so if this new source of magic was found in a girl, she would be killed.
The first wizard noticed his companion’s hesitation and said, “Do not forget your own loyalty, Branock. The Torr must not be divided over senseless moral concerns.”
“Yes, Master.”
“In time we will rule the Five Kingdoms of Emporia and our power will be unstoppable.”
“You are right, of course,” said Branock.
“Now, begin your search. This new one must be found and dealt with, or we may have to wait another lifetime to secure our hold on Emporia.”
Branock bowed and left the room. The elder wizard moved to the window and looked out over the city far below. He could see the King’s palace and the garrison that represented the kingdom’s power. Osla was the largest and most influential of the Five Kingdoms. The wizard looking down from the Torr stronghold could have reached out and destroyed the garrison. He controlled such power and could have caused the roof to cave in or the walls to topple, but such a feat would turn the populace against him. He had spent years convincing the people that the wizards of the Torr served to protect the Five Kingdoms. In reality, he had merely consolidated his power and destroyed any wizard who would oppose him. And he knew that the people scurrying about their lives like ants in the dust below needed their illusions of power, so if he destroyed their army they would have no security and the other kingdoms would turn against him. He could defeat them; he was confident of that. His power, along with the power of the other three wizards of the Torr, could destroy the combined might of the Five Kingdoms, but he had no wish to rule over a land of anarchy. When he took his place as High King of Emporia, he wanted peace and stability. And now, when they were so close, the only thing that stood on the horizon between him and his destiny was the strange bloom of power.
Wizards could sense the magic in other people. If the source was close enough, they could isolate the location of that power, feel it approach or move away. When the members of the Torr were together, their power combined and allowed them to sense magic at great distances. This new spark of magic was rare in its brightness. The wizards couldn’t locate the bloom of power, but they could feel it, as if the clouds had parted, and although they couldn’t see the sun, the light would shine through. At first that warmth and brightness was pleasant, even exciting, but the master wizard knew that before long, as with bright sunlight, that feeling would turn to discomfort and eventually to pain. The master knew that if this powerful person, whoever it was, continued to grow in strength, he or she could eventually challenge the power of the Torr. He would not let that happen. On the other hand, if this new bloom of magic, this flower in a field of grass, could be added to the Torr, then the master would have his executioner, a wizard loyal only to him with the power to keep the other wizards in line and perhaps even allow the Torr to extend their power.
The master wizard turned from the window and sat down at the desk which occupied the center of the room. The walls were lined with thick books on everything from anatomy to astronomy. There were treasures from each of the Five Kingdoms and from across the oceans. Some of the books were so old that only the master’s magic held them together. They represented his vast power, and as he looked at them, he saw his dream, his destiny: to line up the people of the Five Kingdoms around him like the books, all in their proper place, all serving him, the Master of the Torr.
Chapter 1
Zollin sat on the post that was to be the corner support for the new inn that was being built in Tranaugh Shire. He wasn’t very good at carpentry, and being so high up in the air made him dizzy. The inn was to be a two-story building, one of the biggest in town. Quinn, Zollin’s father, rarely asked Zollin for help, but a two-story building needed multiple hands, and so Zollin sat atop the post, waiting for his father’s apprentice, Mansel, to hand up the connecting beam.
“Here you go,” said Mansel as he hefted a stout oak log that had been cut and shaped into a square beam.
“I just hold it?” Zollin asked.
“That’s right, son,” came his father’s gruff voice, and Zollin thought he detected a note of frustration in it. Zollin had been his father’s apprentice for five years, but he just wasn’t skilled with his hands. Nor was he strong enough to lift the heavy beams, which would have made the job pass more quickly. Instead, he would steady the beam while Mansel lifted the far end up to his father.
“It’s going to be heavy, but whatever you do, don’t drop it,” his father instructed. “If it splits, it’ll have to be milled again, and we can’t afford to waste good timber.”
Zollin nodded. He hated the pressure of being put in such a position. He had stopped wondering why he had to work with his father. Every man in the village had to earn a living. Most sons learned their father’s trade, and at sixteen years old Zollin should have been able to work on his own, but as hard as he tried, Zollin just wasn’t a good carpenter. Mansel was two years older than Zollin, and he had been Quinn’s apprentice for three years. He was the youngest of a large family, and although his father was a master tanner, Mansel’s four older brothers were already working in the tannery, and so his father had found another profession for him.
“I’ve got it,” Zollin said as he gripped the rough timber beam.
“Brace yourself,” his father said.
Zollin wrapped his legs around the post he was sit
ting on and strained to hold the beam as Mansel lifted it.
“Uuhhhggg,” Zollin grunted, straining to hold the unruly beam.
“Steady, Zollin!” his father barked.
Zollin felt a stab of resentment but ignored it. He was determined not to drop the beam.
Mansel was helping to hold the beam steady and Quinn, with a rope around the beam, was pulling it up. Once the beam was high enough, Quinn stepped on a long iron spike he had hammered into the post he was sitting on opposite Zollin. He set the beam on the post and looked at his son.
This was the moment Zollin had been dreading. He would have to stand on his own spike and place his end of the beam on the post. Then, once the log was in place, he would need to swing around and sit on the beam so that he could secure it by nailing it to the post with two of the long iron spikes. It was a difficult maneuver for Zollin, who preferred to keep both feet on the ground. But the beam’s weight helped to steady him, and he managed to set the big oak timber on the post without much fuss. He then sat on the beam and threw his leg over, turning as he did so that he faced away from his father, who was already hammering at his own spike with steady blows that vibrated through the beam and up Zollin’s rigid spine.
Now that he was in place, all he needed to do was to nail in the spikes. He looked for his hammer and nail bag. It was hanging from the spike near his foot. He should have retrieved it before situating himself on the beam, but it was too late now. As he leaned down for it he could see Mansel smirking up at him. And after a joint-stretching second he knew why—the bag was too low to pull off the spike. He would have to turn back around and get on the spike again to get it. He was so angry he wanted to scream. It wasn’t his fault he wasn’t any good at carpentry. He assumed he was more like his mother than his father, although he had never known her. She had died while giving birth and Zollin didn’t even know what she looked like.
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