Chapter I



In a time of love, hate, courage and despair, this is when this story begins, on Pnumonia Island in the seventh city of Yanka as Sangur was playing his horn softly as he sat next to a tree, leaves gently falling around him, winter around the bend of weeks. Suddenly he heard, distantly, the sound of amscraff feet, muffled and hard on the ground. They were coming from a gray bird, granite colored, coming towards him, trotting gaily. The bird was manned by a tall, well built man who bore the armor of the guard of King Urúvion. The man was armed and had his armor on. Sangur quickly stopped playing and ran quickly to meet him in the distance.
As he rode up he said in a rather strong voice, “Boy! I am looking for someone. Can you show me in the right direction?”
“Who are you looking for and I might be able to point you correctly.” said Sangur.
“I am looking for no other than Faelon. Do you know him?” said the man.
“Yes, I do. How do you?” Sangur responded.
The man looked inquisitively at him and proclaimed rudely, “I don’t need to answer to you! Point me to him!”
“Why should I? Who are you?” question Sangur sharply.
“I am Glandur of Seanin. Who are you?” he declared in response.
Sanger replied softly, but sharply, “I am Sangur, son of Faelon. Why do you need to speak with him?”
“I bring news from Estananonia,” said he, “Onkay if you must know.”
“Oh! We must go and alert my father now! Let me on this bird.” Sangur said sternly.
And with that they were riding into the distance quickly and steadily, sun high above their heads. The thought of being on an amscraff bird for the first time amazed Sangur. Even the sight of the mighty, majestic bird did. He had not even seen one before and now he was riding with none other than the head of the White Citadel Guard of Seanin, and the King.
Then, they slowed to a halt in front of Faelon’s house, stopped, mounted down, and walked inside. Faelon, a small elderly man rather like a scrawny man, was there to greet them both with a smile as big as a quarter moon in the night sky; he said, “Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! I have not seen you for an age, how is yourself? Do you want a cookie?” Faelon said in his raspy, old voice.
“Faelon now is not the time for reunions; or cookies. We are at war! Estananonia is under siege by Thandraug, rock of the northern lands. We need your aid desperately. This great war is approaching our lands we haven’t much time.” Glandur said in his strong voice.
Faelon rested in his seat a while in deep, deep thought. Then he rose swiftly and announced, “I will go and aid my land’s watchmen and guards in our time of hardship.”
“No,” said Glandur, “I want Sangur to come. He is younger and more useful, I mean no disrespect.”
And with that, Glandur and Sangur were riding to the harbor, slowly but surely, where there grand departure boat awaited. Little did they know that the harbor was raided by bandits earlier and their boat was stolen leaving only the raft that the bandits showed on. The raft used a long pole for travel; they had to use the raft, though.
And so they boarded the raft carefully as they didn’t want it to sink, flimsy as it was. And as the two, one at a time, boarded the trash Glandur said to himself, “I hope we can arrive in Ectaxca alive, or arrive at all for that matter.” And with that they were off into the sea, not knowing where they would end up, or even if they would end up at all for that.
As they went through the night Sangur and Glandur became more vigilant of their surroundings, even though they were on the safest waters in all the East. Then Sangur heard something that sounded like Glandur and it was! He said, “We should be there just as the sun rises.” like he knew time. Then, as if the very masters of time heard him the city appeared in all its glory and grace. They stood in awe, they were there faster then they had expected.
And as they approached the docks they were greeted by a man with the oddest voice, sounded like a dying cow he did, but he had the mark of a Captain. This came as a fright to Sangur, as, what would two guards of the Seanin Citadel want with him?
The man ran to meet them at the dock and as the two docked the man said, “Welcome and you need to come with me; the others and I have been awaiting your arrival.”
“Who are you and what is meant by the others?” said Glandur. The man replied, “I am Tirthon, and I have been sent to take you to the Palace of Nithron for important business about the war.”

The paragraphs are a little uneven. Whenever the are quotations (") there is a new paragraph.


I will post a new chapter each month.

could you please put a space between through paragraphs, or does A-U let you do that?

right now I just can't read it without straining my eyes.

Aye, I shall post it again.

Here:

Chapter I



In a time of love, hate, courage and despair, this is when this story begins, on Pnumonia Island in the seventh city of Yanka as Sangur was playing his horn softly as he sat next to a tree, leaves gently falling around him, winter around the bend of weeks. Suddenly he heard, distantly, the sound of amscraff feet, muffled and hard on the ground. They were coming from a gray bird, granite colored, coming towards him, trotting gaily. The bird was manned by a tall, well built man who bore the armor of the guard of King Urúvion. The man was armed and had his armor on. Sangur quickly stopped playing and ran quickly to meet him in the distance.

As he rode up he said in a rather strong voice, “Boy! I am looking for someone. Can you show me in the right direction?”

“Who are you looking for and I might be able to point you correctly.” said Sangur.

“I am looking for no other than Faelon. Do you know him?” said the man.

“Yes, I do. How do you?” Sangur responded.

The man looked inquisitively at him and proclaimed rudely, “I don’t need to answer to you! Point me to him!”

“Why should I? Who are you?” question Sangur sharply.

“I am Glandur of Seanin. Who are you?” he declared in response.
Sanger replied softly, but sharply, “I am Sangur, son of Faelon. Why do you need to speak with him?”

“I bring news from Estananonia,” said he, “Onkay if you must know.”

“Oh! We must go and alert my father now! Let me on this bird.” Sangur said sternly.

And with that they were riding into the distance quickly and steadily, sun high above their heads. The thought of being on an amscraff bird for the first time amazed Sangur. Even the sight of the mighty, majestic bird did. He had not even seen one before and now he was riding with none other than the head of the White Citadel Guard of Seanin, and the King.

Then, they slowed to a halt in front of Faelon’s house, stopped, mounted down, and walked inside. Faelon, a small elderly man rather like a scrawny man, was there to greet them both with a smile as big as a quarter moon in the night sky; he said, “Welcome! Welcome! Welcome! I have not seen you for an age, how is yourself? Do you want a cookie?” Faelon said in his raspy, old voice.

“Faelon now is not the time for reunions; or cookies. We are at war! Estananonia is under siege by Thandraug, rock of the northern lands. We need your aid desperately. This great war is approaching our lands we haven’t much time.” Glandur said in his strong voice.

Faelon rested in his seat a while in deep, deep thought. Then he rose swiftly and announced, “I will go and aid my land’s watchmen and guards in our time of hardship.”

“No,” said Glandur, “I want Sangur to come. He is younger and more useful, I mean no disrespect.”

And with that, Glandur and Sangur were riding to the harbor, slowly but surely, where there grand departure boat awaited. Little did they know that the harbor was raided by bandits earlier and their boat was stolen leaving only the raft that the bandits showed on. The raft used a long pole for travel; they had to use the raft, though.

And so they boarded the raft carefully as they didn’t want it to sink, flimsy as it was. And as the two, one at a time, boarded the trash Glandur said to himself, “I hope we can arrive in Ectaxca alive, or arrive at all for that matter.” And with that they were off into the sea, not knowing where they would end up, or even if they would end up at all for that.
As they went through the night Sangur and Glandur became more vigilant of their surroundings, even though they were on the safest waters in all the East. Then Sangur heard something that sounded like Glandur and it was! He said, “We should be there just as the sun rises.” like he knew time. Then, as if the very masters of time heard him the city appeared in all its glory and grace. They stood in awe, they were there faster then they had expected.

And as they approached the docks they were greeted by a man with the oddest voice, sounded like a dying cow he did, but he had the mark of a Captain. This came as a fright to Sangur, as, what would two guards of the Seanin Citadel want with him?

The man ran to meet them at the dock and as the two docked the man said, “Welcome and you need to come with me; the others and I have been awaiting your arrival.”

“Who are you and what is meant by the others?” said Glandur. The man replied, “I am Tirthon, and I have been sent to take you to the Palace of Nithron for important business about the war.”

Chapter II
They all, then, walked to Erynion’s domicile and saw that the others were no more than four people, all different. An elf Erynion, a ranger Saeldur, and two guards, Tirthon and Suiadan stood before them.
They quickly left after gathering everyone together. They had no time for greetings and such.
Soon they all were on the front of Nithron’s Palace. And when they approached the gate they were stopped by a woman guard, very short, sword in hand; it gleamed in the morning sun of first light. The gleam blinded those people every day when the sun came up. As they got closer she commanded, “Halt, sa farn palan. Man carel le?” like they were supposed to give meaning to her words.
Suddenly Glandur stood out of them and said, “Im Glandur, adan nu Arandur.”
“Heca!” Sangur was of course wholly lost in the sense of the fact that he had no idea what they were saying, when suddenly the woman said, “Cirith tri.”
Glandur starts to walk again and the guard allocates it. He was surprised at this, hence, Sangur asked him and Glandur said that was an old form of Elvish only used in the Untanay Region.
Soon they stopped in front of a large archway near an arched window with blue panes.
“This,” said Glandur “is the hall of scrollwork.”
They, then, all new, that this was the first city founded, because all of the scrollwork on the wall opposite the archway was adorned with old Elvish words and letters, then under that were Dwarven words, then they had the words known to Sangur and his ken (whatever you may call it).
The scrollwork was beautifully decorated with rubies, sapphires, emeralds, crystals, diamonds, gold, and silver. The jewels gleamed like sunshine in the morning sun and lighted the whole room with the light from the window.
The arched doorway gleamed with the reflection. On the far wall through the arch the reflection shown colors and looked something like:
Unay Hen, a city filled with life.
Glandur said that it said, Unay Hen, a city filled with life. He too, said that Unay Hen was the name of the city when if was first stated. He to, said that this metal work was only owned by a King, King Urúvion’s great, great grandfather, the great, King Dûrion the First.
Then, Sangur heard light, calm, tuned footsteps from the hallway through the archway. This was followed by Sangur seeing a man, tall with long, black hair appear in the middle of the archway.
He then, very clearly and calmly, “Come, I have awaited your arrival for a long while. I am Nithron, brother of Rhassdorthion. Follow me.”
They proceeded to follow, but they were called upon the guard that bared their entrance to the palace of glass earlier.
“Wait!” she called, “The entrance to the paths is barricaded shut with stone and earth. You cannot leave.”
Then from nowhere Erynion steps out and spoke.
“I am the last son of Rhassdorthion, power of the Earth, and I will shift the rock and earth in our path.”
And Sangur then, was the last of them knew who Rhassdorthion was. He would have asked, but those questions would only have run them back.
They walked ahead, toward the corridor through the archway and down a second hall with stairs resting on the last beam going down, under the ground into a cavern which had a bend as you leaked through the “hole” in the floor on the upper level. They could see that the passage was sealed.
Erynion then placed his cold, shivery hands on his front and lifts; then parts them. This surprised Sangur when Erynion lifted and slammed the rock to the side, making a wider passage for about all the rest of the way to the light coming through, yet another, magnificent, glass door.
They all walked passed the wall of rock to the end of the cave. At the end was the door, made of glass was it. In this instance, the panes were green and had red outlines. The handle, cold and wet, was glinting in the sunlight; it was made of brass, plated with emeralds.
Nithron reached for the handle and pulled it, thus opening the door. Then, they continued on out of the passage to the paths.