Posted in Posted by Ania Gresham

Chapter One

Murzak had been looking for Beorin and Lisanda Nolofinwe for years. They had wronged the crown by following the Author's Son. And now, his chance had come! Beorin was in his grasp now! He strode to the dungeon and passed many men in their cells. His black cloak trailed behind him as he strode to the cell where Beorin stood, chained to a whipping post. His shirt was off and all he wore were his trousers. His breaths were in great gasps as he awaited his punishment.

"Beorin!" said Murzak, "At last!"

Beorin tried to put on a brave face, which seemed to be a grimace, "Murzak."

King Murzak eyes looked outraged, but he hid his emotions with a smile, "Now, you have until dawn to deny Jeshua, or you die. If you do not deny immediately you will be flogged."

Beorin felt like crying. His wife would be alone with their child. He took a deep breath, and with a silent prayer to the Author to bless his family and to forgive those who wronged Him. He said, "Go onward and do what you wish to do to me, but I will not deny Jeshua!"

Murzak smiled and nodded to the flogger. He readied the whip and lashed. Beorin was continuely bombarded with the same statement, "Deny Jeshua!" It seemed to ring in his ears and he contiuously replied, "I will not!"

The cock crowed for the new morning. There Beorin hung, by his arms, ready for the death that would come this very morning.

"I'm giving you one more chance, Beorin...Deny Jeshua!" said Murzak, knowing full well that Beorin wasn't going to.

 Beorin was out of breath, he coughed out blood, "No..."

"Very well..." Murzak said, with another nod. The flogger pulled out a sword and grinned.

Beorin silently prayed for his family again and shouted, "FOR THE AUTHOR!"

The sword was plunged into his back then twisted in his body, the blood poured onto the floor. Beorin pulled out a panted portarait of his family and stroked it. Then he breathed his last.


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Thirteen years later...

Mythrelné sat in the dirt, sifting the dirt in his hands. Homeless, an orphan, and very lonely, Mythrelné was raised by a thief named, Georand. Georand was dead for two weeks, and so Mythrelné was very alone in the world he was placed in. Mythrelné was very young too young to be without his parents and guardian. Mythrelné had sandy colored hair, it was a straight thick mass of hair. His eyes were gray, they looked on fire with a passion of troublemaking.  There he sat, feeling as if he were the only one in the world who cared for Georand. He wept. He wept for Georand, he wept for his parents, and he wept for himself.. Mythrelné then realized that he was very hungry. He must get food! He got up, out of the dirt and walked towards the town of Rua Myth. As he neared the town, there was an elderly man, sitting in the entrance.His hair was gray, his eyes were yellow, he looked very...different.  Mythrelné continued to walk, and stared upon the oddly dressed man. He wore a robe of dark, dark blue, with a hood over his face. The man looked at Mythrelné and nodded in greeting. Mythrelné returned the nod. Then the man stood up, smiling.

"Mythrelné?" he said.

Mythrelné spun around and looked at the elderly man, How does he know my name? he thought, bewildered. "Yes?" said Mythrelné.

"You may not remember me, but I met you when you were born and your mother, Author bless her, was still able to protect herself."

"Who are you?" asked Mythrelné.

"I am Dron Jikson."

"How did you recognize me?" asked Mythrelné.

"That is for me to know, and you to find out in the future."

Mythrelné sighed, "What makes you think that we'll meet again  in the future, old man?"

Dron stayed quiet for a long period of time, he smiled, "There is no guarantee that we will."

Mythrelné sighed relieved.

"So..." said dron, "Come with me."

Mythrelné's sigh turned into a moan. He followed Dron.

Then Dron led Mythrelné to a shanty, where he opened the door.

It wasn't much of a house, there was a desk, a table, a bed, and clothes piled on a bedside table. Dron placed a mat on the floor and said, "This is where you will sleep."

"Wait! I'm sleeping here?" said Mythrelné, even more bewildered than before.

"Yes, I need you somewhere i can find you so you can learn a few things...."

Mythrelné sighed and dropped himself on the mat, he sat, criss-crossed and complained, "I'm hungry!"

Dron chuckled and sat down in front of him and made hand motions.

Mythrelné looked concerned at Dron, "Are you alright, Dron?"

"One, you must call me Master, two, yes I'm quite alright, and three that was sign language."

"Sign language?"

"Yes, that is one of the things I'm going to teach you," said Dron, grinning.

"What did it mean?"

"I said you must learn a few things of sign language before you eat."

Mythrelné sighed and he learned the Fragäthian Sign Language Alphabet that very day and ate a good meal. When he had finished the day he plopped onto the mat and fell asleep.


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"Wake up, m'dear!" said a sweet voice, then lights flashed on from everywhere.

Mythrelné moaned and sat up, A lady was opening the curtains. She was young, with long golden hair which shone like the sun. When she tuurned around, he saw her eyes, and they were gray and twinkling with happiness. but they seemed very mysterious, as though she were hiding many things in her past and truly regretted them. On her forehead was a chained jewel, it was green and glistened while the sun bounced off it. Her smile was a welcome sight, and she seemed very beautiful. She sat in front of Mythrelné and took his hand.

"Very nimble hands," she placed her hands on his face, "A very dishonest face, Mythrelné."

Mythrelné took her hands off of his face, "What are you doing?"

She smiled, "I am examining your face."

Mythrelné looked deeper into her eyes, then realized that she was blind, "Oh."

"I know, it takes everyone a while to realize," she said, "My name is Mary."

Mythrelné learned how manners were very important and how they affect the world. Mythrelné was dreadfully bored with the discussion, and Mary could sense it.

"Mythrelné, it would help if you payed attention!" said Dron, striding into the room.

Mary frowned, "So, you really didn't listen?"

Mythrelné smiled sheepishly, "OK, I'm listening."

Dron helped Mythrelné up and asked him to practice the Fragäthian Dwaves' Bow.

Mythrelné punched his breast and quickly and roughly bowed.

"Good! Now the Fragäthian Elves' Bow." said Dron, watching Mythrelné twist his hand in sweeping motion and placing his fingers on his lips and bowing gracefully.

They went through different cultures' bowing and greetings and when Mythrelné was done, he plopped back into bed.


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For the next few weeks Mythrelné didn't seem the same anymore, he was more polite than he had been before, he was more clean, and he was definitely more humane. Mythrelné was kinder to people and didn't want to steal from anyone anymore, because Dron was the kindest person Mythrelné ever met and Dron wouldn't want him to steal from people. Mythrelné thought through what he'd gone through these few weeks. It was like a twister swept through his life and was at this very moment being cleaned up. Mythrelné was half disgusted with himself for Georand's sake and half proud of himself, for Dron's sake. Mythrelné washed dishes for Dron and Mary. He scrubbed at the food and placed it down for Mary to dry and check if it was clean. Mary then would place it in the cupborad.  While they cleaned the kitchen Dron came in.

"Mythrelné, I think it's time that we go to Shauné, I have a friend there who might be able to teach you how to read, speak and write in other languages," he said.

Mythrelné sighed and said, "Why? I've already learned enough..."

Dron shook his head amusingly, "Well, because you may need this for the future."

"How could i need this for the future? I'm just a bandit!" said Mythrelné, exasperated.

"You can change!" said Dron, "You carry a heavy burden. Let the Author relieve that burden!"

Mythrelné sighed and said, "I've done too many wrong things I can't change!"

"Yes, you can!" said Dron.

They ended the conversation, because Mythrelné was uncomfortable talking about the Author then he packed up and got ready to go to Shauné. That very day the two men were on horses and waving to Mary as they rode off in the sunrise. Mythrelné was starting to miss Mary already, and wished she could come, but alas, she was blind and it would be hard for her to travel. Mythrelné turned his head to watch where he was going then rode off, following Dron.