Chapter Three. Regnum Mortuorum. (Kingdom of the Dead.)

Roland smoothly lifted himself from his wife and showered her face with kisses before rolling off of her and snatching his clothes up. She beamed up at him, her deep red hair whipping around in the wind as it passed through the giant barren courtyard. Before Roland could finish pulling on his boots, Enalia had stood and he now caught himself admiring her every delicious curve. Other than the fact that she was a magnificent lay, Roland had to admit, he truly did love Enalia. He drifted off into deep thought for a moment, thinking back, when his father first had told him about the new hexelle that would soon after be paired and marry Roland's best friend and the prince, Farberost. He had been brimming to meet the new girl. Roland smiled lovingly at his wife and bowed slowly, "My Queen." She rolled his eyes at him and giggled, turning in a circle so he may admire her full and naked body one last time before he departed. Enalia finished pulling on her ridiculously snug outfit and headed toward Farberost, who seemed to have disappeared with Nemph awhile ago behind some bushes. Each bush she peered around though, didn't seem to hide the king. She shook her head and pondered. Where could he have gone? She asked herself over and over, but finally setlled with the fact that he was king and the queen should not be searching for the king, but in fact covering for him. Chuckling to herself, she folded her right arm across her torso and walked toward the meeting hall, where she knew three groups would be waiting patiently. "My Queen." The halls went silent as Roland's endearing, yet rough voice rang out.

Frost and Dario now sat conversing by a fire with a few other men that wore gold and silver as his father did. Some had pipes, others were playing chess, other were drinking and some had taken quite an attraction to Frost's and Dario's conversation. "There is an army coming, Father." Frost bowed his head and sighed, "I know we will make it, not without damage though." Dario placed a hand on Farberost's left shoulder. "My son, you fear the inevitable. You fear what battle has always brought and will always bring. Do not fear my son." Frost searched Dario's face. "But Father, Helrons army is advancing with speed. They have bowmen incantatorum and Livish with them." Dario shook his head and huffed, falling back into the leather seat. "My son, when I was your age, we were in the biggest war our kingdom had ever seen. My father before me told me not to fear. It does not mean to not be afraid of anything. It means do not fear the outcome or the outcome will be fear." Dario nodded and grunted, taking a long gulp from the whiskey that sat at the ready on his lap. Frost stood and bowed to his father, "I must go, how will I find you again?" Dario stood and pulled his son in for an embrace. "My son, King of Estenia. You are now forever bound to Regnum Mortuorum. It has chosen you to live on with the heroes and greats. I will show you more at our next encounter. I will be seeing you my son, whenever you choose." Dario bowed and Regnum Mortuorum began to fade from view. For Farberost, it was almost like blinking. Except it's not. He stood for a moment blinking and letting the wind blow its way through his body. Changing from one realm to another was as real as anything Frost knew. He could feel the fire, smell his father and the burning of tobacco. The stench from drinks covered the room and some where in the combined smells was a promise of adventure and knowledge. 

As Queen Enalia took her place at the head of bellum atriis also known as War Courts, a massive field used for training. Over 270,000 incantatorum and 130,000 ulrane had divided themselves among each other. Enalia always had a way about her, that made people listen and keep calm. She was also covering for her brother and the king who seemed to have disappeared, but it's not like she'd ever tell anyone that. Enalia's eyes softened as she stood in front of her men. "Tell me -" What she was about to say, no one would have guessed, but Nemphus and Frost appeared and she scurried over to them before another word could come out. "You two." She snickered and shook her head, letting her arm do the rest of the talking as it opened the path to the front of the field. Enalia quickly nodded them by, falling in behind them. The king stood to the right of Nemphus as he took the front. "We've been here before." Nemhpus paused and gazed around at the 400,000 men and women of ulrane and incantatorum decent. "There will always be a fight for power. As long as there is light, there will be dark. As long as there will be peace, there will be war. We must remember our past though, so the future will not be as dark." He smiled then, the wrinkles in his brow proving his age, and drew his sword. The oldest of all incantatorum, he was trained in both arching and swordsmanship. Holding his gleaming silver sword high in the air, the cloud that hung heavy above their heads, parted and let a jet stream of a sparking obsidian flow. It crashed through Nemphus's entire body invigorating him completely. As it coursed through his body, the flow of the sparking obsidian began to break off into smaller streams, slowly ebbing its way to all incantatorum and ulrane.

Most younger ulrane and incantatorum looked around in disbelief. All the years they trained and all the wars they have read about were coming to life right before their eyes. As they watched, the thick flow of power abruptly stopped. A power given from the gods themselves, a lasting effect, freshening and heightening all senses along with strength, sorcery and healing. The aftermath of this occurrence was terribly noisy. Everyone had broken out into chatter and some just loud cheering that seemed to last forever. Enalia plugged her ears and smiled at the king and Nemphus. They didn't have to wait to long until Nemphus held up his hand and sheathed his sword. "The first group, gather in the Altum Pervenit of Adeci." He watched as men and women were hugged and patted. "The second and third group, divide your men for guard duty for all hours. There is a barrier that will hold them off for a few more solar's when they arrive, but be on the look out and never let your guard down." As Nemphus joined Enalia, the king took the front. "There is greatness in all of you. And there is greatness in me because of that. You will be seeing me at your side in this battle and any other battle you may fight." Farberost was as his wife, a hexelle. He was built, towering over most ulrane and incantatorum. His hair was most always ebony, though hexelle always seemed to have a color that flowed like the obsidian stream Nemphus had mustered.The two groups applauded the king as he took one last bow and headed off for the castle along with the court, Nemphus and Enalia. He couldn't help but think about Regnum Mortourtorum and the next time he could visit since he wasn't exactly sure how he got there, at all. Frost shook his head trying to clear the fog as he glided through the castle.

Chapter Two. Tantum Ad. (So much to do.)

Farberost took hold of Nemphus's arm and guided him to a secluded spot where they could speak without any intrusion. He stared cautiously at Nemphus, studying his face for but a moment. Nemphus who was as rigid as they came, patted Farberost on the shoulder and gave him a weak smile. "I know we will make it through this, even if we will have to rebuild after -" Farberost held up his hand, discontinuing any further conversation about what he feared most. The people of his kingdom in the danger zone. Running his hand over his face, Farberost became entranced and was suddenly walking down a long hall, filled with golden swords and armor, gleaming under the soft light emanating from the enormous chandelier that hung heavy from the towering cathedral ceiling. He stood frozen in place, after coming to, gawking at all the wonders. Pictures of past kings and queens came in to view on the walls. His father, the last picture hanging from the right side of the enormous hallway wall. Farberost moved his arms, then one at a time, his legs. He couldn't believe for a second he was really here. The books he read and the things he heard as a child were all true. Regnum Mortuorum. Kingdom of the Dead. A noise to his left stopped Farberost and he turned slowly, a figure forming right before his eyes. His father smiled, "My son." Farberost dropped to his knees and bowed deeply. "Father.." was all he could muster. He was so excited he could barely think straight. Dario placed a hand on his son's shoulder and Farberost gasped, he could actually feel his father's hand. Bursting with joy, Farberost jumped up and grappled Dario. Chuckling, Dario chucked him on the back, "Oh my son, you have always been to affectionate for my taste." He took Frost's shoulders and pulled him arm length back to get a good look at his aging son. "So, you finally found me. What is it you seek?" Farberost - also known as Frost - shrugged and looked around. "I have no idea how I got here, but now I know all the stories are true. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was here." His father nodded and another fond grin appeared, "Yes, when you seek something and neither your heart nor your mind can bring you to a solution, your great power will bring you here. That is, if you have enough great power." Dario winked and nudged his son, "Come with me."


Enalia sat next to Roland who was seated on the grass, palms against his temples and his elbows propped up by his knees. Roland looked up as she approached and he nodded to her, shifting slightly in his spot. She wrapped her arms around his midsection and sighed, leaning her head on his shoulder. Roland was another consort of the queen's, but not as high ranking. The king had his own consorts as well. Roland tugged his arm from under Enalia's head and wrapped it around her shoulder, letting her head rest on his chest. He gentley kissed her on the head and sighed along with her. "So much to do, my love." He whispered against the top of her head. Enalia nodded slightly, began to rise, but Roland pulled her back down. "So much to do, my love." he repeated, pulling her on top of his lap so that she sat facing him and straddling him. She peered around and realized Frost and Nemph had gone along with everyone else. When Enalia turned back, her lips pressed against his softly and she smiled into the surprising yet supple kiss, letting all her worries go for just a few moments.

Roland was a scultped and muscled warrior. He sat highest of the court and Ulrane. He was one of the most beautiful of all species. His eyes were jet black and his hair the color of the night sky. Roland was tall, but not as tall as incantatorum. Enalia on the other hand was a descendant of both ulrane and incantatorum. She was a hexelle, taking after both her heritages. She was tall, thin and lean. Her hair flowed an ocean blue at times, at other times it was golden and other times, a deep red to obsidian. Her eyes were a burning red, with black cat like slits for pupils. Hexell's are master's of sorcery, trained assassins, they are the deadliest, though ulrane come in with a very close second. Her wings were as ulrane - 10 feet out. Ulrane were gifted warriors, skilled in all fighting methods, they are to fast for most other species to even see while in attack mode. The most dangerous fighters, deadly and quick as lightening, they have only a few weaknesses. An injection from a rare plant found in only the Australium Pervenit of Skelonia and Hexelle's. Enalia's other half, incantatorum, are spiritual beings.Taking power from the gods themselves, they are either bow incantatorum or knighting incantatorum. Both are deadly in their fighting methods, they are also trained from an early age to  be Physicians. Special abilities allow them to also be the healers, specializing in healing enchantments that quicken the speed of recovery no matter how small or big. Also specializing in herbal medicine.

Enalia snaked her arms around Roland's neck and leaned into the passionate kiss that captivated them both. Responding as smoothly as he could, Roland wrapped his arms around Enalia's torso and pulled her against him as he began to rock his hips, pulling her ever so slightly into him again and again. She caught on with no hesitation and started to grind against his hips methodically. He wore worn brown leather pants and a worn cloth shirt with a black studded leather vest and thick black calf boots. Enalia laughed and nuzzled Roland's neck, grazing her teeth along the skin to set off a world of explosion on his neck. Enalia wore a tight red and obsidian corset with a short, black, oversized skirt. Beneath she wore black cloth tights and leather ankle-length boots. He leaned back on his elbows and stared at his beautiful wife. Leaning down, she kissed him gently, then pursed her lips in anticipation, waiting for his hungry kiss. He returned her soft kiss at first, but then pushed deeper, letting his tongue work with her own. Roland proceeded to undo Enalia's corset, pulling it from her body, he sat there in silence, drinking her partially naked form in. Helping him, she slipped out of her skirt and tights, her boots going along with the pile. As she undressed, he fumbled to undo his pants, his bulge growing rapidly at the sight of her naked body. Two strides and she was standing in front of him, her ebony hair slowly approaching a deep red color. She pursed herself over his throbbing manhood and kissed him deeply, passionately and without hesitation as she slowly began her descent to meet him halfway, lowering herself as he rose to meet her with one deep thrust. Enalia screamed out as he spread her wide and moved deeper with every thrust. Roland groaned and laid back on the grass, pumping fiercely as if he was racing against a clock. Enalia ran her slender fingers through his thick black mane that stopped at his neck. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear, still bouncing roughly on top of him. "Roland.." Enalia whispered ever so softly and cried out again as he gasped and flipped her over so she now lay on the grass. "Oh gods.." She fumbled for her sanity, but was being sucked into the oblivion of her orgasm. Her cries got louder as his thrusting quickened and he fell with her, into the beautiful insanity and oblivion of their orgasm.

Chapter One. Admonitionem Bellum. (Admonition of War.)

Five bowmen stood lined up in front of Nemphus - where they should be. He stood a foot above them on a step front and center in a massive foyer used for gatherings. “This is the day of the new, where we will all raise our goblets in greatness, to fight for what we believe in - for this kingdom.” Nemphus announced to the mingling crowd. The court sat a few paces away, left of Nemphus and the king and queen sat just above the step to his right. The crowd broke out in a cheer and the knights were jostled as the crowd took their seats at the feast that had been set out for them. Long rows of tables sat at least sixty to eighty people, some nobles, baroness’s, dukes, and then the commoners. The wooden tables were loaded with unimaginable delicacies and the citizens along with noblemen and women were scurrying about to get the goods. Nemphus took a seat next to his wife, noble Deloray. The broad wooden doors leading into the great feast suddenly parted and Herona, queen of Isuli waltzed up the middle isle and knelt before Farberost and Enalia. King and Queen of Estenia.

“My Queen..” Herona spoke “And my King.” She bowed from where she knelt then gracefully stood. “There seems to be an upset across the land, I got here as quickly as I could.” As she spoke, Nemphus appeared at Herona’s side and whispered something of a sort into her ear. Shocked, Herona bowed and Nemphus waved Farberost and Enalia to follow. As they marched out in pairs, they shut the door tight behind them. “Enalia, Helrons army is advancing at a rapid pace. They have bowmen incantatorum and Livish with them.” Herona whispered, holding Enalia's arm in between her hands. Nemphus bowed his head and left quickly, to set out for his knighting and bow incantatorum. Enalia stood for a moment, “Don’t tell me Livish has joined them?” gasping, she could barely contain herself. She whipped around and lifted the handle to the big wooden door that stood about 20 feet above herself. “I want all knights, bowmen and Ulrane in the courtyard now!” She barked into the chattering hall, when all went silent. Hundreds of incantatorum and Ulrane stood and scurried out one of the doors at the front of the hall.

A man from the court stood and came to the tall step in front of the hall. “The feast will continue for the rest.” Roland, the highest of the court, and an Ulrane himself said, then turned nodding to Enalia and to the court. The court stood and exited the same door. Enalia turned and shut the door behind her. Farberost was already off with Herona to the courtyard themselves and Enalia marched with a few incantatorum behind her. An Ulrane landed in the center of the courtyard just a few moments after Enalia had arrived and strolled up to Roland, he handed him a note and bowed, taking a seat next to Herona. Enalia and Farberost waited patiently as hundreds of incantatorum and ulrane filed into the massive courtyard. The air was chilling, but the prodigious bushes that wrapped around the courtyard helped break the wind from chilling them any further. It was a vast open courtyard, possibly could fit the entire kingdom and more it was guessed. Estenia had an army that containted more than 400,000 enchanters and ulrane. Ulrane were delicate looking things, but the strongest of the army, with wings that beat 10 feet out. Once they landed you would never guess they had wings. They were fair skinned and had wavy locks of the deepest blacks to the purest of whites and their ceremonial robes gleamed with the velvet cover of night.

Farberost moved closer to Nepmhus who was reading the scroll given to Roland. As they finished, they past it to Farberost who passed it to Enalia, who passed it to Herona, who passed it to the court. By the time all incantatorum and ulrane were seated, Nemphus began to speak. “As you might very well be aware of..” he said, “This kingdom is and has been for thousands and thousands of eons, the greastest of any kingdom.” he was now pacing quite fervently and it was apparent he was nervous. “Devoted we serve this kingdom with all of our hearts. All of you brave and ready to stand up, which makes me get to my next point.” Nemphus was old, the creases in his eyes showed it and his long white mane flowed down his back, along with his beard that was short and choppy. Nemphus was Herona and Enalia's brother and oldest of the incantatorum that were now spread throughout Estenia and Isuli. He was also the leading general for Estenia's army. “Helron is advancing and so we shall stand and fight. I want you men and women to be readily available for the next fortnight.” Nemphus took a seat next to Herona and the court, just as Roland stepped up where Nemhpus had stood. Roland was shorter and much younger looking than Nemphus, but Ulrane always looked young even if they were older than incantatorum and humans. “So now I ask, of Ulrane, divide yourselves into three groups. One to watch from the mountains, Helrons army. Send their whereabouts at my command.” He paused, “The next group, stand among knighting incantatorum, and the third group stand with bowmen incantatorum.” As he finished, Enalia leapt from her seat and folded her hands together. She was a lovely woman, brimming at the sight of her army. When she was twelve, she was sent to Estenia from Isuli to be trained to become a hexelle. Farberost was a boy himself, heir of Estenia's King, he himself was a hexelle. Enalia with her streaked jet black hair that was always held back with tight knots and twigs, spoke generously with a smile broadening on her face. “Myself and your King, will be at the head of each sortment when you are called.” She bowed gracefully and sat next to her mate and Herona.

“I don’t suppose you know what you’re doing…”Enalia whispered into Heronas listening ear. Herona just shrugged, patted her shoulder - giving her an obvious smile and flew off with over 10,000 or so Ulrane. The suavissimus knights and bowmen single file - walked from the courtyard chatting and glancing back at the king and queen who sat patiently, waiting for Nemhpus and Roland’s attention. The court stepped off the stage of stones and took their place behind the cantata, also known as enchanted, fleet of men and women. Farberost - who was looking quite pale turned to Nemphus, who seemed to be stirring and pacing quite uncomfortably. Farberost was a hexelle - the most powerful and descendants of both ulrane and incantatorum. “Nemph-” Farberost began but Enalia stood and held her brothers shoulder gently, “My dear brother” she said in her most comforting tone, “Everything will be alright. I have drawn an enchantment barrier up around the kingdom, it should hold them off for a few days when they have reached Estenia.” She glanced at her husband who was readying himself for a conversation. Enalia, having no intention at all of interrupting her husband, scooted Nemphus toward him and proceeded away from them - toward Roland who was rubbing his temples.