Born To Exile

Alaric, a young minstrel with a talent for for magic, roamed the lands in search of his fortune. And in Castle Royal, it seemed he'd found both his fortune and his true love, the beutiful Princess Solinde.

But could a penniless orphan hope to claim such a royal treasure? And in a land where witches were burned and the court magician looked Alaric with suspicion, did he dare remain for long? For Alaric had a magical power which, in the blink of an eye, could transport him to any place he could recall - a power that revealed itself at the first sign of danger. And for alaric, Castle Royale held more danger than he could imagine...


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Born to Exile

The sun of Alarics fifteenth summer beat down on his head as he stared at the moat, the drawbridge, and the broad walls of Castle Royale. A dusty wind swirled around him, adding yet another layer of grime to his travel-stained clothes and drying the rivulets of sweat on his face and neck. He shifted his travel bag with a shrug and the lute that was strapped to his back twanged softly.
Presently a man in light armor came out of the shack on the near of the bridge and glared at the boy from under an enormous, beetle browed helmet. He held a broadsword at ready "identify yourself" he said indignantly
Alaric swept off his peaked black cap and bowed as much as his bag permitted. "My name is Alaric, and by trade I'm a minstrel. Having been advised by many that my songs are worthy, I come to offer them to His Majesty and, in short, to become a hanger-on at court."



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