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The Guardians of Dor – by Laura
Chapter 1 – A Bards Tale
Two, weather worn travelers topped the hill and looked out over a vast, stone city. It teemed with life and banners hung from towers and walls. Their faces were cloaked and shadowed, but one could tell that they were a harmless couple.
“Well, that took a good deal of our time.” The first figure chuckled in a pleasant, female voice. It floated on the wind and tickled the second figure’s senses.
“Yes.” The other figure had a distinct, male voice that echoed the female’s with a deep, comforting tone. “Yes, but we’re not the worse off for it.” He sighed and turned his eyes to the city. “Well, we’re here. It’s not your ‘home sweet home’ in the woods but big city’s aren’t all that bad.”
“You’re right.” The woman’s answer had the tinge of a smile in it. “It’s not what I’d call home but it’s as good as any other. Come on.”
Within the hour they were tucked cozily inside the tower, where the upper class had gathered in a great hall for dinner. The room was crowed with chattering people and children, none of which asked many questions of the strangers. The still cloaked and hooded couple quietly ate, and listened to the conversations that drifted from politics to weather. The dinner was marvelous and as time wore on the children were sent to bed and the adults were left to talk. One well dressed older gentleman spoke out over the noise and said, “Shall we have a story? It’s been a long time since a good tale was told in this hall.” He gestured to the shadowed newcomers. “You look like you’ve made enough adventures for yourselves.” The man snorted and the two exchanged a glance. “No offense taken I hope.” The man added with a chuckle.
“Maybe you’re bards?” Offered a younger man. He nodded at the capes that still covered their faces and their rather shabby clothes. The two exchanged another glance and the female nodded her consent. The second cloaked figure turned to the hushed crowd.
“Some might call us that. As for adventures, we’ve had one or two.” The crowd murmured their amusement. “But would you wish to hear them? My tales aren’t for the faint of heart.” All nodded eagerly. The man leaned back in his chair, coughed politely, and launched into his story.
“In another country, far away from here, our story begins. If you close your eyes and use your imagination, you’ll find yourself in the midst of the beautiful land of Dor, peopled by the six Races: Daleins, Rangers, Elves, Fardons (very little people, no more than two feet tall) Natives or wild men as some called them, and wizards. ” All noise in the room died at these enticing words, and the people sat in raptured silence.
“The story really begins in Erindale, the Capitol of Dor. Erindale had one important castle, and that, was the Great Hall. From this Great Hall The High king and queen ruled all the peoples in the land of Dor. Their names were Jarin and Daria Vaiwire. This couple had two children. An adopted eight year old boy, and a beautiful baby girl, born with a very special talent. They named her Song Vaiwire. Song was born a Guardian, one of four children gifted by The Maker with special powers, granted in times of need.
Her parents tried desperately to keep it a secret, but it was for not.
The infamous black wizards massacred the land to find the special girl and the family was forced to flee.
Erindale was destroyed and it’s occupants, Elves, Knights, few wizards and Fardons were scattered to the winds. The once joyful and beautiful castle over the sea became pile of rubble surrounded by a massive force of Slayers and trolls. But miraculously, the legendary knights of The Hall found each other and pledged to find the last of the Guardians, their only hope to reclaiming the land and people they held dear.
But the Guardians were hidden all too well, and they went missing for eleven years. These children grew up kicked, cuffed, and scorned, and taught every day how unimportant they were. But they were to be part of a Master Plan. They simply didn’t know it yet.”
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