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|The second chapter in the first half. Enjoy. :)||
Stym, the Second after one departed
Sure ran home as fast as he could recalling the everything that just happened at the mayors oak mansion. He felt as light as a feather as he shot through the bustling town center and over the huge bridge that spanned across the Marein River. Darting through thickets he wove up and around giant tree roots until finally reaching home.
Exhausted, he leaned against the tree and wondered if everything that had just happened was real. After resting for several minutes Sure decided it was time to tell Brass. He smiled, imagining the look on his brotherís face, and marched up the sturdy treeís spiral stair-walk to the door.
Hoping Brass hadnít magicked the room to disappear Sure crossed through the dirty kitchen to the inner stairwell. Jumping the steps Sure reached his brothers room, and slowly grabbed for the knob on the door. To his horror the knob slid away from his reach.
It was a spell and no matter how hard he tried, Sure knew he would never take hold of the knob so he decided it was best to have his brother open the door and he knocked.
"Come in." came Brassís preoccupied voice.
"Brass open up!" Sure yelled banging on the door.
"Come in." the voice said again.
Sure, being a patient man, drew his sword in an attempt to hack down the door. CreakÖ
"Wait." Brass said apologetically opening the door. " Sorry, I was in the middle of polymorphing my bed." He motioned to a boulder in the right corner of his room. " Canít distract a wizard at work you know. Ah. What do you want?"
" I um." Stuttered Sure trying to remember what was so exciting. "Oh. I remember." He laughed. "Youíll never believe this."
"I wonít if you never tell me."
"Do you want to hear or not."-Brass nodded and Sure continued-"Okay, I was at guard duty this morning and a knight and horse came walking out on to the trail. The knight calls up to me and asks to see the mayor, but I think heís a spy. To prove he isnít he shoots an arrow up for me to examine. The arrow was identical to my own and the ones every highworld warrior was given. I was still a little suspicious, but this knight wasnít only a warrior he was a Honored Knight of Macidermdale."
" It gets better." Sure proceeded pacing around the room. " I raised the gates and escorted the horse and rider to the mayors mansion. When we got there the knight went in and talked with the mayor a moment. When the mayor came out looking pale and before I asked what was wrong he handed me this."
Sure handed Brass a thick scroll.
Brass took the scroll unraveled it and read,
Pacer, leader of the forest people, we are regretful to break this unfortunate news. The prized Book of Quests has been stolen from our kingdom of Macidermdale. Our people as you may or may not know cannot survive without this precious book. It holds our laws, our faith, and our history. Soon I fear our society will crumble and with it one of Highworlds greatest and dearest allies. We need your help. We do not have much time, day by day our will is breaking we do not have the strength to man a search party. You have three weeks from the day my courier arrives to send two men and retrieve our stolen treasure.
Brass looked up at Sure solemnly and asked a question he already knew the answer to.
"This is important Brass, we can save them. Mayor Pacer is waiting for us at his mansion. We should get going."
So without another word the brothers left for the mayorís mansion. Brass locked the door with another enchantment and they were off. They made it there by noon and agreed to discuss the specifics over lunch.
"So you two are really up to this?" Pacer asked biting a piece of turkey off his fork.
"Yes were definitely ready," Brass reassured smiling over at Sure who was sawing away at his steak. " But where do we need to begin?"
"Well," Pacer swallowed, " first you must go up and request permission from the King of Highworld, Stym F. Callwater."
"You mean we get to go to Callwater Castle?" Sure interrupted, and regretted immediately catching a glance from his brother.
"That wonít be so easy Sure!" Brass said shooting Sure another penetrating glare from across the table.
"It certainly will not, but still, you must get the kings permission before entering The Hidden Kingdoms and questing for the book." The mayor continued.
"How will we get there, it would take days on foot." Sure questioned skeptically. " We donít have any horses."
"Mr. Bernwater has offered two of his finest steeds, and Mrs. Bernwater has packed food enough to last days." Said Pacer happily, finishing off another helping of turkey.
Sure and Brass exchanged impressed glances at the mayorís quick thinking and large appetite. Then exchanged even more gawking as the waiter brought dessert in.
The three men ate until they were slightly over content. Then they bid farewell to the Mayor, and rode away on horse back to Callwater Castle.
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