Chapter Six. Tumultuatio. (Confusion.)

Frost and Enalia shot up out of their deep slumber as their door was swung open quite suddenly. The french style doors banged off the walls and echoed a loud noise throughout the room. Herona was standing there, tears running down her rosy cheeks, her hair and clothes telling them she had just gotten out of bed. She was breathing heavily and Enalia looked curiously at her husband. "Ona.. what's wrong?" Frost finally said, moving out of the bed to her side. "You..." Herona started to say, her voice raspy from crying. She was now looking at Enalia, ignoring the fact that Farberost was standing a few inches away. "You... brought him...how..?" She gasped out, exasperated from crying. Now it was Enalia's turn to look at her sister strangely. "Ona?" She was just as confused as her husband had to be at this point until a tall figure appeared around the corner. Aleron stood there to their complete shock, with a solemn look on his face. Frost and Enalia wrapped themselves in robes as quickly as possible and headed to the bibliotheca, where they told Ona and Aleron to meet them.

The two stood as Enalia and Farberost entered, Ona and Aleron looking quite grave. "I have been expecting you two for quite some time." Aleron was the first to speak. This put a look of confusion on all of their faces. "You see.. when you arrived at Regnum Mortuom -" Frost interrupted Aleron by holding up his hand and a look of dismay lingering on his face. "So you were expecting us to come to Regnum Mortuom?" Aleron nodded and continued despite his brothers protests. "You see.. you two have a power together. Far stronger than one I have seen in a long time, brother." Aleron paused, collecting his thoughts. Both Lia and Frost looked at each other, then back at Aleron. Herona sat quietly next to Ale, listening intently. "Our father forbid me to leave Regnum Mortuom, as I could never return once I left. I had turned away from him and secluded myself into the dark room you had found me in." All nodded in response, waiting for him to continue, but still very confounded. "He had forbidden me to contact either of you and refused to do it himself. So I waited very patiently until you finally came to me. All I needed was to capture some of your power, your very essence in a sense, to use it to free myself from Regnum Mortuom." Now everyone's mouth hung agape as they stared blankly at Aleron. "So you're saying..." Enalia began, but Aleron reached out and held her hands in him. "I'm saying, you freed me. Both of you." His eyes shot between Frost and Enalia. "By visting me, by embracing me with Frost nearby, I was able to bind a spell that is very powerful. Powerful enough to release me from death. But Regnum Mortuom is not death completely, though. We are given this realm for a very serious reason. A reason that is not passed down or shared, but learned from the studies inside the realm itself. Studies that are dangerous, but useful in a time of need." Before Aleron could continue any further, Roland had appeared in the doorway. His face drained of all color as he looked from Aleron to Herona to Enalia and Farberost, then back to Aleron. "I.. I am deeply sorry for.. my intrusion. We have just gotten word Helron will reach Isuli by nightfall." The look on the four's faces said it all and Roland quickly departed after sending more befuddled glances Aleron's way. 

Frost ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his palms against his forehead, attempting to relieve any stress. Enalia paced around the bibliothica rubbing at her temples while Herona was now mounting a horse to travel back to Isuli. "This.. this all is happening too fast." Lia sighed with besetment. Frost made his way to his wife and rubbed at her shoulders in a calming manner. "We will get through this." He said reassuringly, squeezing the muscles in her biceps and gazing at her lovingly. She smiled weakly and fell into his chest, sighing again.

Aleron had extended his thanks to the High Court for meeting with him on such short notice. Roland who was the head of the High Court, simply looked bemused. He was happy to see Aleron, but at the same time was very weary to hear just exactly what had happened that made it so Aleron stood in front of him now. "You may all very well know, I had died some time ago." Most of the High Court nodded, some were lost in thought and it was very easy to read on their faces, others sat there listening closely, just as edgy as Roland was. "I was instructed by your king and queen to relay a message to you, though. I am back by their doing and also mine, so please do not worry." Ale's eyes grazed the faces of the nine that made up the High Court and Nemphus that had decided to join mid sentence. "You also know of the relationship between Livish and I." Everyone's faces went pale at that, even Aleron's. "I will be instructing you on what to expect from him, even the unexpected. You all will relay that to the defenders of this great kingdom." The High Court nodded in agreement. "We will convene in a few minutes at the bibliotheca." Alerona finished and headed out of the room, leaving the High Court to discuss among themselves while Nemphus caught up with Ale just as the door closed behind them to the now chattering room.

Chapter Five. Tenebrae. (The Darkness.)

The rushing waters of the waterfall soothed and calmed every nerve in Enalia's body. She sat over looking the edge right beside the wide falls. It dropped maybe one hundred to one hundred and fifty feet, plunging into a lake below where the water fed off into a river that wound its way through a thick forest. Enalia relaxed her shoulders and stared out into the thick cover of the forest trees. Most was quiet besides the insects that were on the move. The bright moon hung heavy in the sky and the dark blanket of night was thick above her. She gazed up at the astra, admiring them for all their beauty and comfort they held for her each nocte. Thoughts clouded her mind this night though as they have in the past and she was sure in the future they would as well. Foot steps across the wet grass told her someone approached and she glanced over her shoulder as a tall figure came into view. Frost sat on a nearby rock and gave Enalia a slight nod. A small smile formed on her lips as she gave for just a moment to her drowsiness. "What shall we do, dilectione mea?" Frost finally questioned Enalia. She simply shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, running her fingers through her hair and trying to come up with any sort of answer for her husband. "It is going to be a long time before we see peace again. I fear for our people, our home, our safety and our lives. But such is war, right?" Now it was her looking for answers from him. They went back and forth for awhile, discussing the plans over and over again and finding no reason to change what was already put into effect. "I wish Aleron was here with us." Enalia finally said what they were both thinking. Frost moved towards her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "As do I, but I must tell you something.." He paused, not sure how to word what he was about to say. She looked at him quizzically, but let him continue. "Maybe.. there is some way we can get in contact with him. Maybe he is in residing in Regnum Mortuorum with my father." Now Farberost had released his wife's shoulders and sat facing her. He cupped his hands around hers and stared into her eyes. "Come with me, mea Regina." His words were like silk that wound and echoed their way through her entire body, taking hold of her very being as they began to shift into another realm.

The long hallway that was lit with the golden glow of armor and light appeared before them. Enalia's mouth hung agape as she tried to grasp what she couldn't get her mind around. Was she really here? Was this really happening? The next moment her hundred questions were answered as Dario strolled toward them, brimming. Before even thinking, Enalia screeched and ran toward her father in-law and threw her wide spread arms around him. A goofy smile was plastered on Frost's face as he chuckled in delight at the whole situation. Dario had wrapped his arms around the queen and hugged her tightly. "My dear, it's been to long." He spoke softly into her ear. She held fast to him for a moment, but decided it was best to let go eventually and let Frost have his turn at a greeting. After escaping the tight embrace, Dario patted his son on the back and led them into the happening common room. They took a seat in front of the warm fire as others around them gathered, welcoming them with warm smiles and hugs. After the greetings were made, Farberost didn't waste any time in asking about Aleron. Both him and Enalia were on a mission and needed to find out all they could. Dario's face looked grim after they had mentioned his name. "He cannot accept what has happened to him, my son." Dario shook his head and looked at his son with sadness in his eyes. "What has happened to him, father?" Frost asked curiously, wondering what could have gone so terribly wrong. "I told you, he cannot accept what has happened to him. He passed into this world in confusion and has lived in his own world ever since.." Dario paused and sighed, trying to catch his train of thought as it ran off with grief. "Ever since Livish had turned on him." He finished and now both Enalia and Frost hung their heads, taking in the information. Sadness enveloped them like a heavy curtain and weighed on them greatly. Dario had placed his hands over both of theirs, "You may see him if you'd like, but I fear it will not be pleasant." Both of them looked up in surprise and nodded quickly, though not expecting much at this point.

"Aleron?" The silence was deafening in the pitch black room as Dario called out into the room. "Aleron?" Again there was no response, but his own echo and the silence. "Aleron..." This time Enalia had called out with sadness in her voice. Nothing was visible in the blackness that consumed this dreary room they were standing in the doorway of. "Ona...?" A scratchy and cold voice responded finally. "It's me, Aleron... Enalia." Frost held fast to Enalia's hand, but she moved forward, releasing herself from his grip. "Aleron... it's Enalia." She spoke again, hoping for a response. "Lia.." The rusty voice whispered. "Lia... where are you?" Enalia moved deep into the blackness, her eyes now adjusting. "I am here, Aleron. I am here. Come to my voice." There was sounds of foot steps coming from across the room closer and closer to her. "Lia.." The rough voice said softly and Aleron reached out to grasp her wrist gently. As soon as he touched her, she instantly grappled him into a hug. "My love." She cried softly into his ear. Aleron had now wrapped his arms around her completely, holding and caressing her back. "Where is Ona?" He whispered back to her, still clutching her snug against him. "She did not join us this trip, Aleron. There is a lot going on back home." Enalia responded back quietly. "Back home... Isuli?" Aleron questioned and she shook her head. "Estenia. Although I fear Isuli is in just as much danger. That's why we came, Aleron. There is a war coming and Livish is with them." This time, Aleron recoiled and backed up out of Enalia's reach. She reached out, but it was no use, he had receded back to a corner of the black room. The deafening silence came once again and tears began to stream down her pink cheeks, saddened by the state of Aleron. "Where am I?" Aleron called from across the room. "Who's there?" He asked suspiciously. Dario waves Enalia over to him and shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry Enalia, this is the state he has been in since... well..." He began to guide Frost and Enalia from the room, but Enalia protested. "I do not want to leave him just yet. I will stay a while longer." Dario nodded and continued to escort his son from the darkness. Enalia entered her and Frost's chambers later that night, though he was already off in deep sleep by the time she had arrived. The next morning they would awake and their lives would change forever.

Chapter Four. Bibliotheca Prodigia. (Library of Wonders.)

Herona scurried down the hall quietly. At this time of night, the castle was still. Nothing but the faint flicker of candles dared to move. As she crept around each corner without a sound, she wondered when and if she would get the chance to see the thousands of books that lined the enormous walls of the castle. Enalia had told her about the room when they were children, but this was Herona's first time actually seeing it. She decided to give in and finally enter the library where she gasped in disbelief. Thousands and thousands of books, notes, papers, abundant and everywhere. Some were sprawled on the floor while others were displayed on tables or stands. The more important looking books were sealed in glass cases and adorned with jewels and family crests. She had never seen such beautiful written work or art work for that matter. The designs on the cased books screamed royalty, not that she wasn't. Isuli's library was similar, but didn't hold as much history and the book collection was smaller. Herona brushed her fingers across the first row of books sitting on the seemingly never ending, towering book case that wrapped around the entire room. A small fire on the far back wall dimly lit the room along with the moonlight streaming in through the enormous windows that stretched up to the castle ceiling. As Herona walked around the room, admiring all there was to be admired, she knew she just had to pick up a book and see what was inside. Her first instinct was to grab just any old one, but one bejeweled book glimmered in the moonlight and caught her eye. It was sitting on the desk in the far left corner, a few paces in front of her. The dark wooded desk had scrolls and papers sprawled all across the top of it, along with stacks of books and some laying open. Herona ran her slender fingers across the scrolls, papers and books, idly glancing at them. Her eyes were glued to her real prize, the book that promised something more than studies.

Both of Herona's hands folded over the top of the old book and splayed out over the jewels and thick cover. She folded her small fingers around the edges and clutched it between her palms and fingers. Her eyes glittered with awe as she stared at the book and made her way over to the small sitting area in front of the fire place. She plopped down on the chair that faced the fire, but squeaked when her body collided with something hard and human like. Herona turned to see the dark form of a man sitting on the chair she had chose for herself. A low grumble like chuckle filled her ears and she smiled as Farberost sat there chuckling at her. "My wife." He muttered and she smiled sheepishly, embarrassed that she had not seen him there. Herona was one of the kings consorts, one of higher rank and also Enalia's sister. She was an incantatorum with long, black waves for hair, but in the daylight it would be golden blonde. She wore calf high leather boots and black cloth leggings with a brown, rough leather vest. Beneath that was a brown cloth shirt that hung down to her thighs mid way. Herona giggled, still grasping the book tightly and holding it to her chest. Frost stood and guided her to the soft fox fur rug that was laid out in front of the fire. They sat and she opened the book slightly, letting her fingers trail across the first page that held the hand written latin of her people. Frost watched her curiously and grinned in amusement. "My mother gave that to me when I was just a boy." He said softly. Of course, it was almost over two hundred and fifty years ago that he was a boy.

Hexelle's lived a very long time, as did Ulrane and Incantatorum. Most Hexelle's, Ulrane and Incantatorum didn't have children until they were at least three hundred and most lived well past seven hundred. Frost cupped Herona's chin and lifted her face so that he could gaze into her snowy eyes. "I know you have been lonely after Aleron passed, but I am always here." Even though his face as stern, Herona could hear the love in his voice. She placed the book to the side and wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder. Frost lifted his arms to wrap them around her back and rub slowly, comforting her with each loving stroke. Aleron was Herona's first husband and king of Isuli, also Frost's brother. He was killed by one of his most trusted friends and leading general of Isuli's army, Livish. After the fall out, Livish had disappeared, until now and Herona was severely worried. Livish was one of the oldest and deadliest Ulrane throughout the land and Herona knew what kind of havoc he could wreak if ever given the chance.

Farberost rocked Herona in his arms and continued to hold onto her tightly, hoping to comfort her. Herona pulled back and looked into Frost's burning red eyes. They looked just like her sisters, only his red flames held no pupils caused by his age. She cupped his face in her hands and pressed her forehead against his lips, where he placed a small kiss and made her sigh, relaxing her just a little bit. Frost placed his large hand over the front cover of the book Herona had pulled out. He picked it up opened it to the very first page as she had. He slid one of his hands over the page and smiled, letting memories of his childhood flood back into his mind. "Stellatam Spiritus." Frost said quietly, his gaze catching Herona's. "It was my favorite book as a child. It's about my sister and her purpose." He handed her the heavy book gently and placed his hand on her shoulder, "It will be alright, Ona." His tone was comforting, smooth and unwavering. She nodded and pressed her lips together in a small smile. "I hope you're right." Herona replied and opened the book once again. She began to read and Frost stood, patting her back quickly, "It will be my dear. You will see." At that, he turned and left her alone by the flickering fire, though nothing could warm the chill that now weaved its way through her.

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.