Date: Wed, 15 Jun 2016 07:47:39 +0000 (UTC) From: A.B. <ckskb1@yahoo.com> Subject: The Chronicles of Valana Vol 2: Elaria's Bane chapter 8 This story is 100% fictional. This story will feature sexual scenes between minors of various ages so if it's something you don't like/agree with or it is not legal in your area/country or are not as of yet of legal age to be reading this sort of stuff then don't read any further. I welcome feedback emails with healthy criticism, suggestions etc. or just plain correspondence, but flames will be ignored and those email addresses will be added to the block sender's list. Send your feedback emails to: ckskb1@yahoo.com and add "BCC list" along with your comments/feedback if you want me to add you to the list of people I will be emailing with updates and release dates of new chapters/stories. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This story is 100% fictional. This story will feature sexual scenes between minors of various ages so if it's something you don't like/agree with or it is not legal in your area/country or are not as of yet of legal age to be reading this sort of stuff then don't read any further. I welcome feedback emails with healthy criticism, suggestions etc. or just plain correspondence, but flames will be ignored and those email addresses will be added to the block sender's list. Send your feedback emails to: ckskb1@yahoo.com and add "BCC list" along with your comments/feedback if you want me to add you to the list of people I will be emailing with updates and release dates of new chapters/stories. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 8: Before the High-King "That place not exist, legend." Gughekren spoke first recovering first from the shock of listening Aer'andil's request to his father. "I believe it does." Aer'andil replied calmly. "Many people Orkhavocs have sent, none has returned." Gughekren's reply came but Aer'andil was not looking at him. The Orkhavoc High-King, Gughekren's father's eyes had darkened. He rotated his head left and right making sure no one was around even if he had ordered everyone to vacate the room just earlier. "It is not a legend...or rather not entirely." Glogak crossed his hands in front of his torso. "My son what do you know of our people's history?" Gughekren seemed flabbergasted at his father's question. "Father? Our people have existed since time before anyone remembers." "Our people have existed for a million years, before that we...different. What do you know of the time before we were as we are today? Show me son, what you have learned so far." Aer'andil was almost certain he caught a whiff of a smile in Glogak's lips. It was there for a blink before his mouth settled back down. "Back before the age of dry land?" Gughekren asked with Glogak nodding his agreement. "Dry land?" Aer'andil inquired intrigued. "Yes, my old friend you see the lands of the Orkhavocs were not always as they are now, dry and almost unlivable. There used to be lush fields, jungles and so much cultivatable land..." Glogak answered. "Back before the age of dry land...not much is known I think. Call it history or legend but it is said our people were at perpetual peace with the Humans, we had enough food to feed our people and we could do spirit magic. Then it is said it all changed when the rivers dried up, Sughavagarn's water became a salt instead of sweet as it had before. Slowly the land became arid, sandy in some areas, rocky in others. The plants died, the trees died, most of the animals either fled to the human-held lands or died." Gughekren answered his father's request. "Why did the Human lands did not dry up?" Aer'andil asked to receive a shrug as a reply from both father and son. "When our people could no longer feed our young we requested aid from the humans, to be given either some of the lands they used for cultivation or to sell us some of their food. We received the heads of the messenger as a response and sooner or later the first Orkhavoc-Human war begun. Back then we were truly numerous, back then each Orkhavoc female would give birth up to a hundred offspring in her lifetime unlike nowadays even before father's law limiting offspring down to two." Gughekren paused. "That cannot be popular." Aer'andil stated. Glogak chuckled. "No, not popular at all." "We crashed upon them like waves on a beach and we had almost slaughtered them all when a young man called Oghelon made a dark pact with a force we do not understand giving him unnatural powers. He pushed us back using magic and creatures we had never seen before. He pushed us back to the desert and kept on killing and slaughtering us until we were almost extinct." Aer'andil interrupted Gughekren. "Let me guess an Orkhavoc warrior somehow acquired power and knowledge you cannot comprehend and pushed the humans back?" "Yes." Glogak replied. "And this continued for who knows how long until a truce was signed? You have been warring with the Humans on and off since then?" "Yes." Oghelon answered. "Neither of you would have had enough numbers or financial power after the last war if it hadn't been for the trade from Valana yes?" "Not for a few dozen years more." Glogak confirmed. "So we did upset the balance of power." Aer'andil thought out loud rubbing his chin. "Unknowingly, but your act of allying with us and trading with us and helping me after the war counter-balanced things some. I believe Oghelle would have attacked us far sooner otherwise." Glogak tried to show Aer'andil how he had helped them. "I suppose..." "The place of water is a myth conjured by ancient shamans to control and appease the crowds." Gughekren stated. "Do not be so absolute my son, yes the legend of it was created for this reason but all legends have a basin in truth." Glogak reasoned. "There is no place where there's an abundance of water, plants and animals. It is a mythical heaven on Elaria. A fairy tale to hold us in check. "Do this or don't do that and you'll go to the place of water after your death."" Gughekren mocked. "This is indeed a myth, but the place of water is not. What lies beyond the Shifting Sands?" Glogak asked his son. "Shifting Sands?" Aer'andil had not heard of this before. He had studied as much Orkhavoc and Elarian history as he could but this name he had not heard of before. "More desert? Sand? Who knows? Maybe nothing. What does it matter?" Gughekren shrugged his shoulders. "There are three Orkhavoc cities we have not heard from in almost over nine hundred thousand years, Beogorsh, Nadskri and Retrsolig. No one has been able to sojourn through the Shifting Sands or land in that part of Elaria for the ocean swallows anyone who tries and yet we have seen Human sea-fairing vessels both be allowed to land and be swallowed by the sea. What if the place of water lies there?" "Those were destroyed by the Humans father, according to the history you have had us read." "There are, indeed, parts of our history we will rewrite, this being one of them. For now, why do you want to find the place of water High-King of the Elves?" Glogak asked Aer'andil. "I want to travel there, find it and kill the seeress there after learning the true name of water from her. It is the only way to kill the Dark General Elaria's Bane." Aer'andil stated making Gughekren and Glogak stare at him yet again. * * * "You...you want what?" Norion felt horny, tense and stunned at the younger boy's request. "I...I heard some of the courtiers talk about this kind of stuff...and I want to try it..." Uer confessed. Norion had to chuckle at Uer's inquisitiveness. "Okay...but you have to trust me okay?" "I trust you." "I can't just stick my dick in you without preparation, yes? Or it will hurt a lot more than it should and it will not be pleasurable for you. "How long will it take?" Uer asked disappointed. Norion laughed. "Impatient one aren't you?" He placed a kiss right at the base of Uer's butt cheeks and brought a finger to Uer's lips. "Get it wet, if you want to be fucked we better start preparing you." Uer suckled on it until Norion removed it and spreading Uer's firm, smooth buttocks he rubbed it at his virginal rear entrance teasing the blue-eyed boy. "You are beautiful." Norion stated. Uer giggled both at the compliment and the tickling sensation in his posterior. Norion teased the pink rosebud some more before pushing his finger forward until with some pressure it went in to the first knuckle. Uer "umpfed" a small, soft moan of discomfort. Norion finger-fucked Uer's hole with small, slow jabs before pushing in a knuckle more. Norion gave the boy a kiss on his neck. "Relax Uer, it'll start feeling better in a bit." Norion cooed in Uer's ear rubbing the boy's belly with his free hand before he trailed downwards cupping Uer's taut balls giving them a gentle squeeze. Uer mewled shoving his pelvis forward. "Go on, fuck my hand." Norion urged him. "Ugh" "Ugh" "Ugh" Uer groaned moving his pelvis back and forth trying to fuck Norion's hand which also resulted fucking himself on Norion's finger inside him. Norion gave his finger a final push getting it all inside Uer. He now finger-fucked Uer fully, his finger shoving in and out faster and faster. "Oooohhh fuuuuuuck!" a few seconds later Uer tensed up arching his back and tilting his head back as the most intense orgasm of his young life rocked his mind. Norion in his last thrust had found the little boy-button rubbing against it. Uer collapsed on the bed spent. Norion turned him round lying on his back and straddled his chest shoving his dick on Uer's lips who opened up sucking it in, in one go. Uer pressed his hands on Norion's buns spreading them and in one move shoved his finger inside the older Elf-boy. Norion squealed but didn't hurt. He had been fucked by Aer'andil so many times the past forty years a younger boy's finger did not hurt him. Norion held on to Uer's head face-fucking him with fast jabs feeling an increasing need to release. It didn't take long with Uer suckling, tonguing and fingering him like a man dying from thirst. With a loud groan Norion unloaded his boy butter in Uer's gullet. He lay next to Uer cuddling in with him. * * * Micraal walked fast. He had left the boys back in the cottage and horseback ridden to Oghelle's merchant district. The Vaghish had secured information about a possible raid in the slams from Caaran Jutli's men to secure some "merchandise". This usually meant either drugs or kidnap children from their homes for Oghelle's elite to "play" with. Micraal and his Vaghish targeted both. The drugs they stopped because the aristocrats used as a method to keep the poor from thinking too much of anything and made a killing from and they tried to prevent the kidnappings with a vengeance. Ever since Caaran Jutli had married off his sister to the King he had become the most powerful man in the city with his audacity skyrocketing second only to his greed and thirst for even more power and wealth. He made the bulk of his fortune from being the leader of the merchant's guild of Oghelle and Kingdom's prime trader and merchant to and from the Human Kingdoms of Valana. Nowadays he supplemented his wealth with other criminal activities. He was behind dog racing, horse racing, running of drugs, brothels, children-brothels, weapons trafficking. Name it he was behind it. Micraal and his Vaghish had been trying to dismantle his network for years now but the man was almost cunning and always a step ahead. After his sister had become the Queen he had become almost untouchable. With the City's guard in his pocket Micraal knew he and the organisation he had built from the ground up since he was a child were the only ones who could resist or stop him. Micraal parkoured his way to his target's location using the dark alleys and rooftops to hide his presence. Caaran Jutli was nothing if not careful. He rarely if ever dirtied his own hands, using proxies and mercenaries to do his dirty work while he enjoyed the lion's share of the profits. The Vaghish had learned that one of the lesser lords of the Kingdom, a baron who was greedy and ambitious enough to get involved with Caaran Jutli had been assigned to carry out a raid in the slams and port district and secure at least twenty children, half boys half girls. Micraal crouched on the baron's home roof and waited for him to come out and follow him to the meeting place with the mercenaries he'd use for this operation. The baron left his house with two of his bodyguards and walked slowly to the meeting place just outside the slams. "Is everyone here?" "Yes, sir. What are..." The moment Micraal heard all the mercenaries were present he whistled in signal and jumped from the roof he was standing in. In the blink of an eye there was bloody mayhem everywhere in the street. Micraal jumped right on the Baron, pinning him on the street as his hands reached for the daggers hidden under his coat and started stabbing the baron before finally slicing his throat. Standing up he helped his fighters kill the mercenaries and the baron's bodyguards. "Search their bodies, grab what you can, make sure they have no information or papers on them." Micraal ordered and kneeling down he started going through the baron's pockets and garments. He pocketed what he found and standing up he turned to his men. "Leave the thugs here for the city guard to find. Get the "Lord" to his house, hang him upside down from his balls and place his severed head on a pike on the aristocrat's quarter's gates. Scatter some of the pamphlets around here. For the Vaghish!" The Vaghish fighters hailed him and went about completing his orders. Meanwhile having some privacy Orphon and Vashka were enjoying themselves as boys knew how. Vashka laid on the bed with Orphon on top of him and Orphon's dick in his mouth. Orphon let Vashka pleasure him some more with his tongue before sitting back, rubbing his butt on the boy's lap and hard nail. "Don't rub there that there if you're not ready to give it up." Vashka joked grinning. "Who said I'm not willing or ready to "give it up"?" Orphon teased back, his breathing shallow and rugged. "Are you?" Vashka's grin faded. Orphon reached back with his right hand wrapping it around Vashka's hard dick. He pulled on it slowly. "Are you?" Orphon could not help himself from giggling at Vashka's rapid nodding movements. Orphon lined it up to his virginal chute and with a moment's hesitation, he had never done this before after all, pushed his pelvis down slowly, deliberately. After some effort and pressure Vashka felt eyes roll on the back of his head from the extreme form of blissful pleasure he felt when his dickhead was enclosed in Orphon's hot, moist most private of places. Orphon gave a yell and remained completely still with Vashka's dickhead just past his sphincter until the pain subsided. "Ooohhhh by the spirits...please...move!" Vashka groaned trying his best to not just shove his hips up, grab Orphon's hips and fuck him with the animalistic lust he was feeling coursing through him. Orphon nodded and with hesitant moves rose and then lowered his hips. Three similar motions later he felt -with a disappointed groan- Vashka's dick slip out of him. He lined it up again with haste, actually beginning to enjoy getting fucked and tried taking in more. Pain shot right through his anus all the way up his spine to his brain. He made a move to pull back but Vashka had other ideas. "I'm sorry but...I...you...this..." Being hornier than he had ever been before he grabbed hold of Orphon's waist and shoved his hips up at the same time he pulled Orphon down by his waist. Orphon screamed and held on to Vashka's hands squeezing them tight. Vashka was beyond caring as he started pounding in and out of Orphon's tight love chute. After the initial pain was gone Orphon started getting into it, his cock hardening again. He took hold of Vashka's hands pulling them away from his waist and behind the boy's head and started moving his hips up and down, back and forth. He could not believe how full and content he felt. He bent down kissing Vashka's lips, his tongue darting inside, a fierce battle ensued before Orphon pulled, grinning to himself he placed his lips on Vashka's neck and bit him. Vashka yelled pushing his hips up to match Orphon's downwards movement. Orphon gave an apologetic lick and kiss on the spot he had bit and returned to kissing Vashka. Vashka gave a sudden shove with his pelvis going rigid as he cummed, his mind exploding with emotions. Orphon collapsed on top of him, his breathing fast and panting. "Oh my god...I'm so sorry Orphon...I...I...raped you!" Orphon laughed propping up on his elbow. "No, you didn't. Why because you shoved in? You were already inside me and I put you there. This was bloody amazing!" He replied easing his friend's fears of having hurt him. * * * "No one can go there. Anyone who has ever tried failed." Gughekren said. "No, you said some of the humans landed and I'm guessing they also left. I am going there. It'll all go faster if I have a guide until the shifting sands." Goglak nodded. "Gughekren, you will go with the High-King to the shifting sands and with him passed them and return...or not. Until then I will face Sagathlond." "Father! I want to fight with you, I am old enough." Gughekren complained. "You will fight, but Sagathlond will not be defeated with war. I will not shed my kin's blood." "How will you avoid it father? Sagathlond leader is gathering his armies to attack us." Gughekren asked. "I will invoke Nogavad'urnidash, he cannot refuse me whoever wins will be the High-King of all Orkhavocs. No other city has resisted me, they alone stand and they will fall one way or another." Glogak replied clenching his fists. "Nogavad'urnidash?" Aer'andil asked, not knowing this particular word. "Battle to the death." Glogak replied. "It is decided, you leave today, it should take you a week or two to arrive in the place of water...if it exists and if you can get through the Shifting Sands. When you return my son you will either have a Kingdom and we will be getting ready to face Oghelle or you will have to avenge my death. Either way you will have the blood you so seem to desire." End of chapter 8. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and that you felt what I felt while writing it. Send your feedback emails to: ckskb1@yahoo.com and add "BCC list" along with your comments/feedback if you want me to add you to the list of people I will be emailing with updates and release dates of new chapters/stories. Chapter 7: Nogavad'urnidash Belevod woke up on a sandy beach full of dunes. He stood up and dried up by use of a spell. Looking around he saw various bits and pieces of the wrecked ship and the captain with two of the crew dead. He sensed for creatures of darkness but felt none in the near vicinity. Belevod then searched around for any survivors, perhaps Aer'andil or Minaroth. They were nowhere to be found and he could not find any tracks or evidence of their presence either. "If I remember from the map correctly to the west along the shore is the capital of the Orkhavocs, to the east are the Human lands." Belevod thought to himself. He sat in meditation under the ship's wreckage to avoid the intense sun until the sunset. Having found his bearings on where the sun sets he slept until the early morning. Belevod started walking due east, he knew Aer'andil would go east to find the Orkhavoc capital. He would stop during the noon and start again, walk until midnight, sleep wake up and repeat. He would avoid the worst of the sun's noon heat with magic spells and by not walking during those hours. Belevod found out early on that just because the location was a desert of sand it was not void of life. He found out boars that would feed on insects and snakes, he found myriad different insects, snakes, lizards, birds and small mammals. He ate from the heart of various different cacti he found, drinking the water. A week later he was walking across one of the dunes when he saw four huge boars approach him fast, on top of three of them rode three large-looking Orkhavocs bearing iron barbed lances and heavy armour. Belevod with his Elven sight saw the crests on their armour. A Red Skull with black tusks. Belevod knew they were not friendly. The Red skull with the black tusks belonged to the largest tribe that opposed Glogak, the only one left as well. On top of the forth rode an Orkhavoc with the insignia of Glogak's tribe. Belevod drew his bow and shot two arrows. One hit the Orkhavoc nearest to him dead center on his head dropping him dead, the other one hit the second Orkhavoc in the shoulder. The Orkhavoc did not even flinch as he broke the arrow shaft and threw it away. Belevod fired four arrows at the largest Orkhavoc. He deflected one with his lance while the other three found their mark in his exposed neck. He dropped down dead. The friendly Orkhavoc passed him and turned his boar around unsheathing his two-handed blade. Belevod saw the third enemy boar-riding Orkhavoc and knew he did not have enough time to fire any more arrows, so he dropped his bow to the ground and in one move rolled under the huge boar, unsheathed his twin daggers and cut at the boar's lower leg tendons. The boar howled in pain and dropped on the ground. It took it a few meters to stop with the momentum it had for it to come to a stop. The friendly Orkhavoc stood above the enemy one pinned under the injured boar and stabbed at them with two decisive thrusts. One aimed at the Orkhavoc's head and one for the boar's head. The Orkhavoc dismounted, sheathed his blade and saluted Belevod in the traditional Orkhavoc manner. By smashing his fists on his torso and giving three loud roars. Belevod had studied all he could of Orkhavoc culture, language and mannerisms, in fact all assigned in the Hunters of Darkness and/or as Aer'andil's guardians and tutors had, so he knew this was meant as a greeting and to show respect. Belevod replied in a small bow. "You fight well, you be great warrior, come, come with me I get you to King. I also great warrior was sent to spy on stupid Orkhavocs." The Orkhavoc told him in Orkhavoc tongue with a thick accent. "Before I come with you friend, I would ask for your name, I am Belevod of Dol'Adur." Belevod replied in Orkhavoc. "I be Nasjohogoc. I am General of King." Nasjohogoc mounted his boar again and offered a hand to Belevod. Belevod mounted the boar and off they went. "These were patrol from Sagathlond. Sagathlond stupid. Sagathlond enemy of King. We soon be at war with them, we soon defeat them and unify Orkhavocs." Nasjohogoc spoke almost non-stop throughout their twenty hours ride to Nogavad. Belevod did not once try to stop him or interrupt him for through Nasjohogoc's musings he gathered information. Nogavad was a big bustling city full of life. Orkhavoc architecture was quite primitive-looking, with huge slabs of rock basically piled on top of each other with "teeth" cut into the stone so that the stones would "lock" in place with brown and red coloured paints and quite unrefined glass for windows but it worked to create multi-storied buildings, aqueducts and roads. The only impressive thing were the walls surrounding the city. Twenty meters high and five meters thick they were sure to repel most of any invader that dared to come before them. Nasjohogoc encountered no problem entering the city and then the Royal Palace. He left his boar in an enclosure for boars, like a stable but with much more space in it and mud for the boars to roll in, and headed for the throne room with Belevod. "My King, this is Belevod, an Elf, I found him in the southern shore." Nasjohogoc told the Orkhavoc King after he bowed on one knee. The Royal Palace was, except for the walls, the second largest building in the whole of Nogavad. The largest one being the arena. The throne room was a high-ceiling room with the throne in the middle and only guards in the room. Belevod found it interesting this King did not have the usual score of courtiers and aristocrats in the throne room, the room where the decisions regarding the kingdom took place. The throne like much of the rest of the city was made of solid white granite rock. "I was expecting your High-King, why are you alone?" Glogak asked Belevod in perfect Elvish. Glogak was truly huge standing at almost two hundred and fifty centimeters with four twisting horns coming from the front and side of his head and four large tusks protruding from his upper and lower jaws. The tusks and Horns all had various rings and chains drilled into them with long Dark hair coming down from everywhere on his head. Glogak was wearing heavy padded leather, chain mail and full plate armour with two, two-handed battle axes, one hanging from his belt and the other placed on his back with an assortment of daggers and short swords hanging from his belt and armour. Around his neck hang three rows of pure gold chains. Belevod did not want to have to face this Orkhavoc in battle. "Your Highness, we were ship wrecked by a storm created by the Dark General known as Elaria's Bane. My High-King is alive of that I am sure but I seem to have lost him. I would be ever eternally indebted to you if you would send out search and rescue parties to find him." Belevod replied in just as perfect Orkhavoc. "It is late and there is a sand storm coming. Come morning I will send out all those I can spare." Glogak replied and turned his attention to Nasjohogoc. "What news from Sagathlond?" Nasjohogoc nodded negatively. "Not join, preparing for attack." Glogak seemed sad. "If you will excuse us Belevod of Dol'Adur, I have matters of state to discuss with my Generals. Igakolovok here will show you to the quarters we have prepared for you and the High-King." Glogak motioned to a servant who rushed to Belevod. "Of course Your Highness." Belevod made a small bow of his head and left the large cube-like room following the servant. When they arrived in the quarters he and Aer'andil would be occupying he settled in and meditated with his spirit before sleeping. He woke up the next day to a commotion. Hearing a very familiar young voice he darted outside. * * * They arrived in Drodnaudor just as the sun set behind the sand dunes. Drodnaudor was a sea side fishing village. The fishing boats were crude made from floating concrete and wood, they could only go so far off-shore to fish and return. In case of bad weather, they were completely non-usable. Gughekren lead them to the healer's house. The Healer asked him and Aer'andil to wait outside as he worked on Minaroth. He came out a day later to announce she would be fine but needed to rest for a day more before being able to travel again. Aer'andil took the time to meditate with his spirit and look for hours on end at the ocean. "It is strange, this is a desert, full of sand and scorching hot weather and yet it has rained twice already in these past two days." Aer'andil commented as he and Gughekren ate dried fish and some dried green seaweed. "It rains a lot everywhere. According to the legends of my people more than a million years ago what is now desert were the eastern planes, full of rivers, forests, cultivatable lands and more rain than we can imagine. It is said that this all changed when a malevolent god cursed the Orkhavocs to live in arid desert when they would not serve him. We have been fighting the humans ever since." Gughekren's sad tone accompanied the sounds of the waves hitting the sand and pebbles on the beach not far from them. Aer'andil looked away from the ocean he seemed so fixed on, turning his eyes on Gughekren. "Why?" "Why fight the humans?" "Yes." "Anymore it is millennia of fighting, hatred grown between us and them. Anymore they want to exterminate us and we them. I think it started out when we lost the cultivatable lands and had to expand to the west, to the Human-controlled lands. It is funny..." Gughekren was not laughing or smiling. "The humans have all the cultivatable lands but have few offspring. We have none and yet breed from a young age to the moment we die, with multiple females, this leads us to ever try to conquer Human lands to feed our people. My father is trying to stop that now." Gughekren observed. "Would you like this to stop?" "Yes, my father says for as long as this continues the Orkhavocs will be easy to deceive by "The Darkness". I think he learned this from the time he spent in your islands." Gughekren stated. "Yes, your people have been too easy to deceive by those with better education and reasoning, your father is trying to change this. He is a great man." Aer'andil confirmed. "My father is trying to change much, perhaps too much altogether. There are those who are reacting badly to the change." "There are always those who do not want change. Either because they have privileges to lose, interests that will be harmed by the change or simple stupidity and shortsightedness. Or because they think the changes will be damaging to society and think they can do better with their reasoning. What is your father thinking, how does he intent to react should they progress to more than complaining?" "We are Orkhavocs, he will do what he must. If they desire war, then war they shall have." Gughekren spoke proudly and perhaps stubbornly or shortsightedly. "Yes, I know. Yet this would be a bad decision, considering the Humans of Oghelle are gathering armies to attack you." Gughekren turned to gaze at him, a very surprised and unhappy look on his face. "How do you know of this? How much time do we have?" "Not much, no more than a month. I will speak more of this only to your father." Aer'andil replied and continued eating his fish, signifying the end of this conversation. The next day they departed for Nogavad after Gughekren paid the Healer and the fisherman for their services. It took them a few days to arrive in the capital what with Minaroth unable to walk fast and Gughekren's boar to carry them all at once. They would spend the day walking and the night telling stories around the fire. "These are some large walls." Aer'andil commented when they first saw the walls of Nogavad appear before them in the distance. "They have served against invaders for millennia. Come we must hurry to my father." Gughekren helped Minaroth mount his boar. They ran to the City's gates. "Jugergodrod, where is my father?" A tall, older Orkhavoc replied. "In the throne room with a guest, my Lord." Gughekren nodded and left with Aer'andil in tow. Gughekren left his boar in the boar enclosure and walked as fast as Minaroth could to the throne room with Aer'andil. "Father, assemble the army." "Son? So soon back from scouting?" Glogak asked his son, a mix between an accusation and genuine surprise. "Yes, father, I found the High-King of the Elves with one of his guardians shipwrecked and I have brought them to you. The High-King warns of Oghelle preparing their armies against us." Glogak seemed unsurprised. "Call my generals, son this is going to be your first war, stay with us. This is the year you truly become a man." Glogak told one of his servants and his son before turning his attention to Aer'andil. "My old friend, many years have been since the last time I saw you." Glogak walked them over to a large stone table. "Yes, indeed. I hear you've been making changes." Glogak grinned. "Yes, I have. I've been changing our tribal system to one like yours. Now it is mandatory that all younglings study in schools until an age and I'm removing a lot of the old ways to new ones. Some do not like it. They'll live...or not." Glogak and Gughekren laughed out hard. "Oghelle will be upon you in less than a month..." Aer'andil continued but stopped when he saw Belevod come. "Minaroth, my King, you are both alive and well. This is good news indeed." Belevod said making a bow before Aer'andil. Minaroth greeted him back. "I am glad to see you well as well. Anyone else?" Aer'andil asked to receive a negative nod from Belevod. "The armies will be ready, but we have more troubles from what Nasjohogoc is telling me. Our fears are true. Sagathlond is also declared war on us but they are cowards they are not declaring all-out war, they content on just killing our trade caravans and scouts. Harassing us rather than fight us as true warriors do. They are dogs and we'll greet them like dogs." Glogak told his son before returning to Aer'andil. "You must be tired, perhaps you want to rest and continue your visit tomorrow? Our matters can wait." Aer'andil motioned negatively. "No, I am afraid I cannot rest my friend. I must take my leave. Elaria's Bane will be leading Oghelle's armies against you and to defeat her I need to learn of water's true name. I need a favour of you oh Glogak High-King of the Orkhavocs." Aer'andil said solemnly. "You have only to ask it. You have done much for me and my people, your request will not be denied, unless of course you ask for my Kingdom or my woman." Glogak's voice carried across the vast room as he burst laughing. Aer'andil and Gughekren joined him for a moment. "I need a guide across the shifting sands to find the place of water mentioned in the legends of your people, to defeat Elaria's Bane I need to learn of water from the seeress there." Aer'andil could tell from Glogak's, Gughekren's and the servants' faces how this request had them afraid or even angry. * * * Meanwhile in Qazameria King Lados received a missive from the Queen-mother of Gel'anr. He read it and called for his generals. "Prepare Qazameria's army, the High-King is calling all able-bodied men from the Kingdoms of the Alliance join his fight against Oghelle's greed and expansionist desires to the south." He told one of the servants. "Tell the Queen-mother Qazameria answers the call and will bring forth our army." He told the messenger who nodded and left. The Kings of the other Elven and Human Kingdoms also received similar missives. In Dara Lucas opened the envelope after breaking Gel'anr's Royal Seal. He read the letter and threw it in the fire. "Tell the Queen Dara's army will join and that I will be challenging Aer'andil's right to rule the combined armies." In Eri'Adar the King laughed when he read the letter. "Typical, never expect the whole truth from the Elves. She's had us in "negotiations" for how much time now and now this arrives. Well played Queen-mother of the Elves, you had us fighting over who would get what to not join Oghelle's side, "fighting" to not give us what we ask, to compromise while all along you've known this was coming...I guess she got what she wanted, not one of the Human Kingdoms of Valana has joined the southern dogs. Tell your Queen Eri'Adar will fight with you. Elves don't meddle in the affairs of Humans so this Oghellen army must have something to do with the Darkness I guess..." The King laughed some more as the Elven messenger left. In Gel'anr Tha'ala learned of the news from the Queen. "I hope Aer'andil and Norion will be okay, I worry for them so much. How did you do it my Queen? When the High-King left Gel'anr for war?" Felwyn caressed her face, before passing an arm around her shoulders. "It never gets easy and you always worry but you must trust in their abilities and burning desire to return to you. Their guardians will not let harm come to them and they are not defenseless either." Felwyn replied with a bitter smile. Tha'ala nodded pressing her head against Felwyn's shoulder. * * * Imer knocked on the door of the room Terastil and Uragoth stayed in the Royal palace. Uragoth opened the door, his hand on his sword's hilt on his belt. "You three have to leave now. I just learned your High-King just declared war on Oghelle, the whole alliance did under his mother's call. The King will order your imprisonment when he later finds out." "No, he won't, come in." Uragoth opened the door and closed it behind them. He struck a piece of parchment on the door. "Silence." "It is all part of Aer'andil's and my plan, we, you and your children must for now remain in the Royal Palace." Terastil told Imer who looked doubtful. "You want to die?" "No, we want to draw out the Darkness and deal with it." Uragoth replied sitting in one of the chairs. Their conversation continued. In the next room Uer and Norion were having their nightly fun together. It had become something of a routine for them to spar, read and play outside together during the day and fool around in either of their rooms during the night. Norion was suckling on Uer's dick when Uer asked him for something different. "S...stop please." Norion pulled back, his brows furled together in question. "It was not like Uer to stop him from providing him pleasure. "I...I've been thinking and I want you to stick it in me..." End of chapter 7. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and that you felt what I felt while writing it. 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