Chapter 3: The Seekers of the Spear

Somewhere in the Dulheim Dukedom

         An exceptionally huge falcon was gliding across the night sky, heading north. The enormous bird was flying rather slowly as night vision was not its strength, and it had to navigate carefully between the mountaintops of Ard Dioghais. Suddenly, the falcon’s intuition told him to take another way. However, it was already too late.

         The bird winced, confused, as a small rock hit him squarely in the forehead. However, it was only the beginning of his problem as all the nerves in his body twisted with pain at the same time, when something like a whip hit him on the back. The falcon squeaked stridently, hurting. The physical suffering distracted him enough that he didn’t see the danger approaching from behind the nearest mountaintop.

         A dark silhouette of a winged beast emerged out of the shadows. The creature outstretched its enormous bat-like wings more and lazily glided towards the bird, which was currently struggling to keep himself in the air.

         The attacker folded the wings and dove, brushing past the falcon and whipping him with the tail again, this time breaking the bones. The bird squealed from pain once more, as his muscles contracted. His injured wings were no longer able to support his weight, and he began falling to the ground, making a desperate effort to do land slower. The cruel pursuer followed him, accompanying the falcon in his last flight.

         The bird hit the ground with a loud thud. It tried to crawl aside, but the huge, winged beast landed before him, blocking the escape route. It folded his leathery wings and before the falcon’s eyes changed – it decreased in size; the scales turned into skin and armor. Where the monstrous creature used to be, now stood a man. The fiend reached for the large axe he was carrying on his back. The bird squeaked in panic and tried to back away, but moving in this form was too difficult.

         The man observed calmly as the oversized falcon suddenly turned into a man, or a male human-like creature to be precise. His legs were that of a bird, and he had wings instead of his arms. The bright eyes stared at the attacker with a silent plea.

         As the enemy came closer, the birdlike creature squeaked from fear. The man was exceptionally tall and muscular, cruelty and bloodthirsty nature almost written on his face. Clad in a light, but well-crafted armor he looked like a seasoned warrior who saw many battles in his life. He weighed the heavy axe in one hand with such ease as though it weighed nothing, while tracing his black goatee with his fingers. He smirked maliciously and lifted the weapon, preparing to strike.

         “Don’t kill me, please,” the falcon desperately begged for his life, as he backed away to the steep stone wall. “I’ll do anything, but let me live. Anything!”

         “Anything?” the falcon-man flinched, when he heard a low male voice answering his plea.

         It didn’t belong to the crude bald brute in front of him, but to someone else. The falcon’s bright eyes widened, when he saw the tall figure on a black winged stallion in the back. The beast neighed, scratching the rock surface with one of its clawed paws as the rider lightly jumped off its back and began casually striding towards the birdlike man. The newcomer was clad in an armor similar to the one the muscular fiend was wearing. The falcon-man gulped, the tiny voice in the back of his head yelling to at him to run. The newcomer was tall, but compared to the first attacker he seemed to be almost harmless. The man approached him and looked at him from above, his intimidating demeanor overwhelming the scared falcon-man. “Did you find the Key?”

         “Yes, but….” the bird-like creature answered quickly, wanting to save his life. The stranger nodded interrupting him mid sentence, raising his hand in a silencing gesture.

         “And the Guardian?” he asked in a calm voice, calm and cold as ice.

         “The child has the Key,” the falcon-man said, cooperating. “We tracked the child, but he masked his scent, so we still search for him and…”

         “Silence,” the armored man lifted his hand. The razor-sharp claws gleamed in the moonlight. “Where was the child?”

         “He was heading to the east, towards Farn. It was two nights ago. My clan is about to capture him…” the falcon-man was nervously blabbering. He flinched, as he saw the stranger smirk with satisfaction.

         “All I have to do then is to follow the foul stench of your kin,” the man stated.

         The falcon like creature gulped and nodded, trembling from fear. He exhaled, when the fearsome stranger turned with his back to him. The bird-man flinched, when the man turned around, once again focusing his attention on the defenseless injured creature.

         “Where is the Spear?” the armored man asked quietly.

         The falcon shook his head, feeling that the sweat was streaming down his forehead.

         “I don’t know. I…” he began, but the tall stranger interrupted him.

         “Where is the entrance to the Uaimth Dorchadais?” he inquired.

         “I don’t know,” the bird-man whispered the man, staring helplessly at the one, who was towering over him. The tall stranger turned his back to the falcon-man.

         “It is unfortunate,” the rider said, slowly reaching behind his neck. An unpleasant metallic sound was heard, as he unsheathed slowly one of two swords he was carrying on his back and fluently changed the grip on the hilt.

         “No, plea…” the falcon-like creature shrieked in panic, but the plea ended up with a choking sound, as the blade pierced through his chest. A small stream of blood leaked out of the corner of his mouth when the bright eyes went foggy. The falcon’s body twitched one last time, and the life left him. The stranger didn’t even turn back. He pulled the sword out of the corpse and shook the blood off the blade before sheathing his weapon.

         “Come, Baltar, we need to hunt,” he said to his companion and mounted the black, winged stallion.

Chapter 4: The Callesmere Empire

Thoen Stronghold, Farn

         “Maewyn, concentrate!” the old crone nagged.

         May frowned and tried to hide a yawn unsuccessfully.

         “Hmm?” she asked. Hilda glared at her with annoyance.

         “What happened to you? You seem to be an entirely different person! You need to behave yourself.” the woman scolded May as the girl looked worriedly at the remains of the mirror. “Let us go through it once again. All of your servants have been released from their duty, so you can count only on my help. If you are without my or your father’s company, stay in your quarters or in your garden. Is it understood?”

         “Mhm,” May mumbled, not taking eyes off the mirror.

         She was lost in thought. To be honest, she didn’t have a clue on how to start figuring out a way home. Ask somebody? Yeah right, and get a first-class ticket to Capital Decapitation?  No, she would rather not die. The best idea would be to learn something about that cursed mirror and maybe find something similar to it. How should she begin? If only someone could help her…

         She felt so helpless, all alone in this strange, foreign place. She missed her family, was scared of never being able to come back to them, but there was another feeling inside her, like a tiny spark that could become a raging fire in time – the feeling of freedom. Here she was free from her mom lecturing her all the time, her dad’s disappointed looks and Hailey’s boasting. Back at home, the life never focused on May, but here it seemed to be different; here it was all about her. She knew that now she was the main character, not Hailey, and only she had the power to shape her destiny. This thought gave May a huge confidence boost and fueled her hope to get out of this horrible situation.

         However, she still wished someone would just tell her what to do, like they always did.

May shook her head, chasing that thought away – she had to cope with it on her own this time. She had to think and decide for herself from this day forwards. The girl gasped, as an idea popped into her head. Books! Surely, in such a huge castle there was a library. And where is a library, there was information.

         “Maewyn!” Hilda’s nagging returned May to reality.

However, the girl took absolutely no interest in listening to the strict old crone. She needed to devise some way out of her miserable situation. She needed to learn at least something more about this place and perhaps solve the mystery of her arrival here. There was no room for her shyness anymore, no more indecisiveness.

         “Hilda? Is there a library here?” she asked. The older woman gave her a warning look.

         “You weren’t listening, were you?” she fumed. “And yes, there is your father’s library. The priest of the temple on the outskirts of the village has a small library too, but it’s rather useless. If you want, I could take you to your father’s library tomorrow. ”

         May furrowed her brows. She was way too impatient and wanted to start reading right away. She tried to put on her pleading face and make puppy eyes.

         “Can’t I do it today? Please, Hilda? Please…”

         Hilda sighed. What got into this girl? Before the accident, she was a gentle, polite Lady, and now she was rude and feisty. The woman had no idea why Maewyn was so insistent on visiting the library all of a sudden, but she couldn’t really resist the innocent and pleading to look the girl was giving her.

         “Very well. Follow me and memorize the route. After you finish, return here on your own, and do try to avoid conversations with other people along the way.”

         “I promise!” May clapped her hands and got quickly on her feet, feeling her body fill with a new-found energy.

         Hilda led her to the library. It wasn’t as impressive as May had expected it to be, but there were numerous books and scrolls on the dusty shelves. May didn’t even notice when Hilda left. Fascinated, she began picking up books and scrolls, looking at maps. This was heaven for her. Some of the books must have been really old!

         May began strolling along the book-filled shelves, wondering where she should begin her research. Her footsteps and breathing were the only sounds in the huge chamber – it felt as lonely as on a cemetery here. Apparently, the Duke and the inhabitants of the palace weren’t too fond of knowledge. The girl smiled to herself, when she found a desk with a thick book lying on it. She opened it and nearly squealed with joy, as it was the library index – the book contained the information on every single scroll and book in the chamber, as well as had them sorted into certain categories. May quickly skimmed over the list.

         “Geography, politics, romance, poetry…” she muttered, reading the names of the categories aloud. She hoped to find some books on mystical mirrors that transported people from Baltimore to this place, but apparently occult and religion weren’t the duke’s most favorite topics.

         May sighed, disappointed. However, she didn’t waste her time. As she was already in the library, she could make use of it to learn more about this strange place. Quickly, she began gathering books and scrolls with basic information about the country she was in, and dumping them on the desk.

         A moment later, May was sitting by the solid table made of the finest oak with a huge pile of tomes and scrolls before her. Not really knowing, where to begin, she picked up the first book from the top. It contained maps. She took a look inside, staring at the yellowing pages – the map looked foreign to her. She didn’t recognize neither the weird-sounding names of the countries, towns, mountains and rivers nor did she recognize the outline of the continent. It looked like nothing on Earth – her crazy suspicion, that she found herself in some foreign world seemed more real with every passing hour. May straightened her back and took a few calming breaths before proceeding with her research.

         Soon after, she learned that she was currently in the Callesmere Empire, which consisted of twelve autonomic dukedoms and the Capital Thorongard. The administrative side of the empire resembled feudal Japan or medieval Germany with the multitude of the local rulers and a puppet Emperor. The empire boarded the sea from the east and south, with the northern wastelands and impassable Bradan Mountains from the west. In one book, which appeared to be a geographical work, she read, that the most of the mountain tops were seven to eight thousand meters tall, and the highest peak was over a thousand and six hundred meters high, what meant that it surpassed Mount Everest nearly twice. May also learnt, that she was in the Thoen Stronghold, the capital of Farn, which was one of the smallest dukedoms in the empire. Farn had been ruled by Thoen family, which May was temporarily part of, for over five centuries.

         From what she managed to read, the girl figured out, that the level of progress matched the Middle Ages in Europe – a swift horse and a wooden ship with sails or paddles were the quickest means of transportation available; bows and swords were the top achievements of military technology.

         After a fairly long time of being engulfed in reading May realized one particular disturbing thing – the letters in the books. The girl closed her eyes, thinking that she was just tired, but when she opened them, the reality stared back at her.

         “What the heck…” she muttered to herself, suspiciously eying the book before her.

         The letters looked weird. Actually, when she focused on it more, the letters didn’t even belong to the alphabet known to her, they were runic. May shook her head in confusion and began flipping over the books she just read; all of them were written in runes. More, the words didn’t seem right either. The girl sat back and stared at the ceiling, trying to make the sense out of it – she most definitely knew nothing of runes, but she could read them as easily as though she was familiar with them all her life. Maybe… maybe there was a logical explanation. Perhaps this ability was a residue of being stuck inside of Lady Maewyn’s body.

         May sighed, having an awful suspicion than the runes were just a top of the iceberg. She had an impression, that the language she spoke so naturally with all those people wasn’t English at all. She couldn’t spot the difference, but deep down, she was certain for it to be true. The girl came to the conclusion that since she somehow understood this language naturally, there was no point in worrying herself over that, after all it was one of the minor issues here.

         She wanted to know more about the extraordinary place, where she was, but her stomach rumbled, reminding her how many hours she had spent in the dusty chamber. May learnt quite a lot about this strange world, but issue number one remained unsolved – she still had no clue, how she could get herself transported back to Baltimore. She would use some occult books, but there were none here.

         “The temple,” she muttered, remembering, that Hilda had mentioned the other library in the temple on the outskirts of the village. It was rather likely, that she could find some information on mystical objects there. Nevertheless, there was one problem – she had to think of the way to find an excuse good enough, so that she’d be permitted to go to the temple and roam through the library there, preferably alone. From what May had observed that old bat Hilda would probably have a heart attack when she suggested it. The girl decided to figure it out later, after she grabbed something to eat.

         May tried to go back to her quarters, but somewhere along the way she must have taken the wrong turn, and she found herself lost. Her sense of direction had never been that great. May took a turn left and found herself in the courtyard. There were a couple of nobles strolling and talking to each other. All the faces were unfamiliar except one – duke Thoen! May’s fake father was deep in conversation with some guy who was wearing an overly fancy hat which was sparkled with gems, and was wearing somewhat feminine robes.

         Then, an idea popped into May’s head: if she stumbled upon the Duke, she could use this opportunity, making sure she’d be able to visit the temple’s library and find out something about that cursed mirror... Gosh, May has never really been an expert on convincing people, but it was the highest time to become one now. She kept in mind that she had to maintain the façade of being a Lady. She walked towards duke Thoen, trying to appear graceful. She positioned herself in a place where he could see her. She didn’t have to wait long. Her fake father finished the conversation and hastily walked over to her.

         “Maewyn, what are you doing here? You should be in your quarters,” he hissed, glancing nervously at other nobles.

         “Father,” May started cautiously. “I got lost, but I actually wanted to speak with you. There is a temple in the outskirts of the village, and I thought that I could pray there for my memories to return.”

         “Maewyn,” the duke looked at first furious, but his expression softened after a brief moment. “I understand that you are eager to get better, but it is a long way, and it would be tiring…”

         “I know,” May interrupted him. “I am convinced that I can get there alone. I can do it, and I wouldn’t bother you or Hilda or that healer…”

         “You want to go alone?” Duke Thoen whispered, shocked, as though May had just said she would travel across the entirety of the Callesmere Empire by herself, not the small village. The girl refused to give up.

         “It’s not that far, and no one would dare to hurt a Lady. Besides, I feel confined here, and I think my health is worsening from it.”

         The argument about health was decisive. The Duke didn’t seem to be happy with the idea of the Lady roaming around the village, but it seemed that he couldn’t say no to his only daughter.

         “I will agree, but I will send a bodyguard with you. I will choose someone who has not yet met you, so you would not have to be concerned about your memories. Now go to your room.”

         May bowed and happily rushed from where she came. She was so pleased with herself because of her small victory that she felt like singing aloud. What she did just now was astounding! Actually, she never liked being shy or being unable to speak her mind in front of anyone. It felt refreshing to make those invisible chains crumble. May smiled even wider, lost in thought; she didn’t notice that she was still lost until she nearly bumped into a solid wall...

         Oh crap. I don’t have a choice but to ask someone to show me the way.

         She chose a young maid as her target and stalked to her.

         “Ahem,” she coughed to get the girl's attention. The girl looked up in horror, surprised and scared.

         “My Lady?” she asked; her voice was shaking.

         “Can you walk me to my room?” May asked and tried to look weak, as she didn’t want to admit, that she got lost. “I don’t feel well.”

         The girl jumped up and led May, supporting her at the same time. When they got there, May thanked the girl and went into her room. She stretched and yawned loudly.

         “Where were you?” the voice of the furious Hilda made May jump and let out a shriek. “I searched for you everywhere!”

         “You scared me!” May accused her. “I got lost! It was not my fault!”

         “Maewyn!” Hilda was shocked. “What an outrageous behavior! Tomorrow, you shall spend all day in your room.”

         The girl barely refrained herself from huffing rudely at Hilda, who seemed to want to control May’s every step. She looked at the old bat with a new-found confidence, about to inform her, that she had other plans for tomorrow.

          “Actually I am not. I’m going to the temple tomorrow.”

         “I will not allow it,” Hilda said, glaring sternly at May, surprised how the Lady defied her. The Maewyn she knew would never behave like that.

         “Father already allowed it. He believes, that praying in the temple will help my health to improve,” May announced, faking innocence. The old crone frowned and made her way to the exit.

         “I am disappointed in you, Maewyn. I raised you to be a graceful and polite Lady. I feel sorrow when I look at you now,” Hilda said quietly and locked the door behind her as she left.

         May couldn’t help but feel a little ashamed. It was great to act more confident, but she didn’t like hurting Hilda’s feelings. She decided to try to act more like Maewyn from this point on. She wondered how the Lady was doing, who had been sent into her own world…

Orvik, Karhadon

         The sun was just rising over Orvik, the magnificent capital of Karhadon. The banners with the royal crest slatted in the strong wind, the breeze from the sea scattered the flower decorations, sending the petals in the air only to let them fall like snow when the wind stilled. The night hadn’t ended yet, but people were on the streets, gathered alongside the main road leading from the Royse’s Red Castle to the Western Gate.

         Duke Royse stood on the walls of his castle and waved to his son who was departing to Farn. The crowd was cheering for young Lord Abrran, the heir of Karhadon. Women were throwing flowers before the Duke’s son and his richly-clad escort, men were saluting. Orvik was filled with life and joy on this cool morning. The entourage slowly moved towards the Gate and soon vanished from sight.

         Duke Royse sighed and left his place at the castle walls. When he was walking to his chambers, he heard the cheers of the Karhadonians, reminding him how much he loved his subjects.

         “Took you long enough,” a raspy voice greeted the Duke. The Karhadonian slammed the door shut. His guest, a man clad in a dark cloak hiding his looks, began tapping with his finger at the armrest impatiently. Duke Royse couldn’t see them, but he felt the man’s eyes observe him warily, almost looking into his very soul.

         “My son just departed for Farn; I had to see him off,” Duke Royse quickly explained himself, as though he wasn’t a powerful ruler, but a mere child in front of an adult. He sucked in his breath when his guest leaned forward.

         “You didn’t inform me of this,” the cloaked man stated, his voice calm, but Royse sensed a hidden threat in it. “If I am to help you, you need to tell me such things. I trust your son won’t betray any precious information to our neighbors?”

         The Duke gulped and shook his head zealously.

         “He won’t, Abrran doesn’t know a thing,” he ensured his guest.

         “Never mind. Now, tell me, my dear friend, how are Karhadon’s relations with Farn?” the cloaked man asked.

         Royse straightened his back, trying to appear more confident in front of his recently employed “advisor."

         “Farn has always been our ally, for over four centuries our dukedoms assisted each other in need. My son is to marry Duke Thoen’s daughter this fall. If needed, Farn will assist Karhadon in the war,” the Duke explained.

         The cloaked man was sitting still for a longer while, not uttering a word. He strode toward a counter covered in gold paint and brushed his fingers against a plainly looking casket. He flipped the lid open and reached for the content – a gem of the size of a child’s fist. Royse squinted when his guest lifted the stone so that the rays of the rising sun would light the fire within. The transparent surface came to light, sparkling with all colors of the world; not simply reflecting the light, but radiating with its own, brilliant glow.

         “ So this is a Barrier Stone,” Royse’s advisor whispered, gazing at the gem with wonder. “It’s amazing like those little things keep the demons away from human strongholds. So small yet so powerful. But, only when it’s placed within the center of the spell; this one isn’t. Good job, Royse.”

         Royse began shifting uncomfortably and observed his guest put the Barrier Stone back in the casket. The Duke let out the breath he was holding the whole time.

         “So Karhadon is in good relations with all the dukedoms,” the Duke’s guest continued the previous topic, sounding almost disappointed. He shook his head like he was chasing away a stray thought. He stood up and passed by the Karhadon’s ruler. When the cloaked man was standing with his hand on the doors handle, he spoke: “Remember our agreement, Royse.”