Chapter 3 The ghost of the sword

CHAPTER 3

The battle was over the swordsman who protected her vanished. They had eyes that glowed green light, those they fought were able to not feel very well damage by the brunt of the force, that was there. The bodies did not vanish so, they were humans. Not deamons or the like, they must have carried their dead from the battles they inflicted on Shallynne's community and others.

Their steeds they had stole from other kingdoms. To make it appear that they were another kingdom to attack them. It seemed that they desired to make the people here believe that they were responsible for these attacks so as that they would attack the opposing community.

The remaining force ran from the attack. Deacon's troops were unable to catch them. The Lord's troops returned to fighting that was there. Sila said, "they were unable to capture the rest of the enemy."

The Lord looked at them, he wanted to send a message, now known foe. The Deacon glared at him". “Why did you let them escape?”

"They had horses that were well rested, my Lord.” Sarata suggested as he looked at him, he had his hand on his mace, he looked worried.

"Have you done something to stop them from doing this?" Deacon had began this conversation as he had a pigeoner give him a pigeon to send out a pigeon to get there. He was not sure if the pigeon will be able to do this.

"we have sent a pigeon to the nearst community in the direction they are heading?|

“We can not allow the animal who is this to continue on in this.” Sarata says.

“What should we do?” Shallynne asked.

“I agree, but if we allow ourselves to pursue this group, than they may attack my kingdom. While our forces that are pursue them. They will no doubt try to destroy our kingdom as we have done this.” Deacon suggests.

“We have to go back to where we had come?” Milet stated.

“Yes.” Sarata says.

“The soldiers have come from the west, They have gained tools from the people of Muckaee. We do not know if they gave it to them willingly or not," Deacon suggested.

“Since, we do not for sure, if they have been set up to do this. To cause us to go to war with them.” Byron states as he spies his son he flinched as though he had been struck by his father. Who put his fists on his hips to glare at him, he remembered the wars that they had fought with them. He did not desire to fight them. Without just cause.

“I suspect they have been attacked to do, this, “ Deacon said

“What do you mean?” Carety asked as she looked at her son. He was startled to hear her, a moment ago. She had been looking over the maps, of the communities, that had been attacked by this army.

“I do not think, that they were wanting to do this. I suspect that they have lost their supplies, by the force that is using theirs as their weapons.” Deacon said.

“So, you suspect that?” Byron said.

“I suppose we should go back to talk with them to find this out.” Carety said, as she looked to her guards, to dismiss them. The guards seemed a bit worried about her suggestion.

“We had better not ride into their community with our weapons drawn. They would no doubt take exception to this. Considing who we are? “ Byron said.

“I suppose you are right.”


They choose to ride to both kingdoms, the way that they would this first was to gain information as to who had done this to them. The people who rode with the group, were not aware of what had happened there. The second group was going into the kingdom whom they suspected bringing the foe here. They choose to put a noble into the coach to ride there.

The first group took with them Shallynne, to go where the weapons came from. The ride would be a four weeks trip. It would be done subtly to find this was as an act of war.

The community had a great deal to offer, in that it had massive supplies of ore and gems. to find the information without making them. might make an enemy out of a good friend.


The kingdom looked majestic with the mountain rising up from where this kingdom lay. They had twenty people with them, included in this number of people was the Lord and Shallynne. The drawbridge was down. That was good. They were not accepted as an enemy force. The Lord rode in there with his standard flag drawn to show them who they were.

The group rode in, the lord headed to the inn where he had stayed there before. The group did not know as to what they had to do. However they were not going take it easy. They needed the information that they prayed they could not provide to them.

The Lord entered the inn, the bar keep looked at him and his party that entered, Telis did not like this meddling baffoon. He was here again,”What do you wish?”

The Lord said,” A room for each of us.”

“Is, that all.” Telis sai as he continued tp scrub the bar top. He did not feel relieved by their doing this.

He wanted us to do this.

“We need information of supplies that had been lost here.” the Lord suggested.

“We need it, now.” Shallynne stated as she drove her hand down on the bar top.

“How should I know this?” Telis suggested, as he looked at them, he did not like the looks of the woman who said this. She glared at him, expected the blood in his veins to boil. She was upset driving her fist down again. The goblet that sat there jumped with the force of her blow. The barkeep flinched as if struck by the bite of a cobra.

“I do not know,” the lord said.

“There has to be someone who knows, this?” Shallynne snarled.

“I know?”

“So, you know?”

“That is not what I have said, I agree with what you have said. Someone should know, this. However I am, but an inn keeper.” Telis warned. He shivered, with worry.

The other people had gone, there and went out to find out what they were doing here. Headed to the community's suppliers. Walking into the iron workers building, one of them Cimok looked up at them as he put the sword he had assembled into the water as a coolant for the metal. Steam billowed up from the water.

Mist suggested, “We were wondering if your community had heard that some of your weapons had not gone to where they were supposed to go.”

“I have not heard a word, about that?” Cimok answered as he looked at them.

Mist had a gruff look on his face, Mist had brought his hands on his hips. He looked glum.
“We need the information, that you have been given.”

Cimok looked at the man who spoke, he did not know what he was talking about this. There had to be an answer to this. Cimok remembered hearing this fact, but he did not know where they had lost the supplies.

He was not in the tight a community with the people who were aware of this fact. He also did not like this man, who was asking for the information. How could he know this? No one had no knowledge of this, but the people in the kingdom. So, what did he know of this matter.

Cimok looked about to see these people, there was no reason to do this here? Cimok had a fear of them doing this. He bite his lip as he glared at them. He did not wish for them to be here. He drew up his dagger from beside the hot coals. Turning to face them. He
did not look as if he was going to this.

Having drawing up the knife, Upon turning around to face Mist again.

Mist looked at him curiously, trying to figure out what he had been thinking he could do with this weapon of choice. Mist knocked the dagger from his hand, iwth his gloved hand. Said,”If you are considering to do this. Allow me, to point out what you wish do after I kill you.”

Cimok froze as the knife tumbled from his hands. He was now face to face with Mist, Mists clear blue eyes, did not know about what he had to expect him to do. There was a huge gash beside his ear to his chin. There was a white line, that had marks that were used to seal up the wound.

“You will tell us that?” Mist suggested, to him.

The others at the coals drew up the tools that they were using, An arrow flew past the
nearest one with a mace. Another arrow was in the hands of the archer, she looked at the figure holding the mace as he dropped it into the water beside the cauldron of molten metal. She said, “The next one will be through your heart.”

“I suggest you tell us, what you know?”

“And you will tell no one of our actions here,” Mist said,

The metal workers stood there frozen in their positions, “Tell us?”