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Kirthanas walked from his room ready to go to dinner. His thoughts were of the quest ahead and all it could mean if he succeeded. His father would be healed and forever rid of the illness that has rapidly decayed his body. As Kirt ventured through the many halls that he new all too well he came upon the dinning room. The massive doors stood about fifteen or more feet tall, the handles on the door were elaborately decorated will gold and jewels. Kirthanas’s elven hands wrapped around the handles and with amazing grace swung open the two doors in a slow and steady fashion. Gantan and his father had already arrived and waited patiently for Kirt’s arrival. The room was a decent size for a castle not the biggest by far. The room was of rectangular shape with a beautiful painting marking each wall’s center. The vast rectangular table in front of him had but a single chair on each side. The king himself sat at the head directly across from him. Gantan sat on his fathers left and he was to take the seat at the foot as he always had. The seat to Remnit’s right was empty, an unusual occurrence. It was usually filled by Remnit’s personal guard, his right hand man.
“What of your right hand man?” Kirthanas coolly asked.
“He is outside I await someone else’s arrival I mentioned him before I believe.”
“Excuse me sir, but Sir Mercaitor has arrived.” Called a voice from the door behind Kirthanas that was slightly cracked open.
The doors were flung open by Remnit’s guard and from around the corner walked a man of great perseverance. His helmet lay rested under his right arm, his armor gleamed although little light entered the torch lit room. He stood tall with a beautiful sword at his side and a well decorated shield on his back. His armor made of many intricate pieces that overlapped for flexibility. Alongside him came a woman of astonishingly beautiful with blond flowing hair. She was dressed in white robes and carried a staff with a silver angel on the top holding a wonderful white gem.
“Who is this fine lady Mercaitor?” questioned a cheerful Remnit.
“She is Carana Lightlily, a cleric by trade” Kirthanas’s eyes lit up only to be disappointed by Mercaitor’s next words.
“…and a new one at that.”
“Well I’ll just pull up another chair. Hendal, another chair for the lady, set it next to Mercaitor’s.” Ordered Remnit. “As you know Mercaitor I’ve called you here to partake in a special mission. You, my son and Kirthanas,” Remnit said pointing his eyes at each person as he named them, “will travel to The Great Mountains of Altefin where you will search for a cleric by the name of Kelmidon. He is said to have great power and he may be able to heal Kirt’s father who is very ill.”
“Maybe I can heal him.” Interrupted Carana.
“Sorry my lady but not the most powerful clerics under my command can heal him and you are just beginning. Anyway, Kelmidon is somewhat of a hermit so it will be hard to find him but he is up there, so after a nights rest you will depart.”
“May I go along my lord?” questioned Carana.
“That is up to you, cleric. For you are neither under my command nor do you have an interest in this matter, it is your choice.”
“Then I will join your quest and meet this Kelmidon.”
“Very well you may stay here and depart with the others tomorrow. Enough talk lets eat, Hendal bring our dinner!”

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Litar thought time and again where in the world could they be heading but every time she drifted off in deep thought she would lose her sense of direction. The path they had followed was boring. It was a simple dirt road traveled often that was surrounded by a thick forest. She saw nothing new and even wondered if she had past a tree here or there more then twice. Then she would mumble who cares and forget about it.
“Jenrig, where are we headed anyway?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know!”
“I’m just walking I thought you were going some where.”
What a fool she had been he was just walking well wandering anyway. Where did she want to go?
“Where are we?”
“Litar I believe we are about an hour southwest of Telmilor.”
“You mean the village across the river of Castle Remnit?”
“Same one.”
“Let’s go there then. The are many people there who deserve to be set back a bit.”
“Oh no, not in my company. Sorry but you are not stealing from anyone period. Even if you think they deserve it.”
“Your not my father I can do as I please!”
“I will not defend one who promotes trouble. Besides we have enough money to rest in the town and eat we need nothing else.”
“So you’re saying if I stole something and they attacked me you wouldn’t defend me.”
“No way, you would have to get yourself out of trouble if you wish to bring it upon yourself.”
“Fine then I just won’t get caught.”
“Suit yourself.”
Another word had not been spoken until they reached the village. One of the most beautiful villages in the realm sat before them. Buildings were made from pure marble and were at least two stories high. The glass that lined the beautifully designed windows and were covered with silk drapes. The roads were limestone and showered with flowers growing around the edges. Lovely trees could be seen every so often in a pattern of the symbol of Remnit when seen from the sky. The only down side to this lovely village was the walls around it and the guards inside of it. The walls that surrounded Telmilor were not climbable and impenetrable. The beautiful streets were almost lined with guards both personal and city. The gates were of gold yet its glimmer was dimmed by the silver of blades and armor that protected them.
“A bit over cautious, you think?” sneered Jenrig.
“Amazing actually. You know about what we discussed before, forget it my hands are tied.”
“Well it should be fun getting into this place.” Jenrig added sarcastically as the continued to walk toward the armed gates.
“Halt! State your business and make it brief.” Commanded a guard.
“Just let us in you abominable…” Litar yelled being interrupted by Jenrig who calmly waved his hand in her direction in order to silence her.
“We have traveled far and wish safe lodging for the night. Also I seek an audience with Lord Remnit I will be traveling to his castle tomorrow and I wish to have no complications.”
“Blue Boy what do you want to see our King for.”
“That sir is none of your business. I have stated my intent and have given a job go to it. If you underestimate my importance I will have your sword and armor.”
“Whatever, what do you want me to tell the King.”
“Simply that Jenrig Hero of the Blue Flame wishes to see him.”
“Very well. You can stay in the Inn of the Forest Path and I will leave a message for you there about your audience. The Inn is to the left of the gate be on your way.”
With a satisfied glance to the guard Jenrig walked through the opening gates with one eye on Litar who followed close behind. Once through they started off to the left down towards the Inn.
“How come that guard listened to you Jenrig?”
“Warriors of the Blue Flame hold rank in Lord Remnit’s Realm”
“Why?”
“When the Blue Flame was created near the end of the War of Steel and Magic several realms agreed to our terms in order for our help in rebalancing Wantilan. We in a sense let the Lords have their land and protect it. Even if sometimes we protect it from them. Part of our condition was the ability for our members to move freely throughout Wantilan so we may protect it.”
Jenrig led yet still knew exactly what his new companion was up to. When they reached the Inn the second sun was just meeting the hills in the far distance. Wonderful colors of white and purple filled the sky as a finally before the dark night came. Jenrig turned to look at the wonderful display only to realize he had lost track of Litar. But before he could move her hands slithered around his stomach meeting at his side and her body leaned upon his her head resting on his chest. Jenrig was, at first, taken by surprise only to relax and put his left arm comfortably around her. They watched the sun dip into blackness together.
With a sorrowful sigh that it was over Litar relaxed her grip and leaned off of Jenrig. She turned and walked into the Inn without saying a word. Jenrig caught a faint glimpse of her as she walked inside. He saw her in the faint darkness that now surrounded them and he was lost in wonder. He thought he saw a tear fall from her eye but he was unsure and by the time he entered the Inn she had already reserved two rooms for them. Jenrig shook his head in confusion and barred himself from anymore thoughts of his lovely companion.
“Your on your own Litar, I’ll be up stairs. It has been a tiresome day for me that only the gods know of.”
“I to shall retire to my room I will meet you tomorrow down here ok.”
“See you then.”

The next morning Litar walked down the steps to find Jenrig at a table with a breakfast already ordered for the both of them. As Litar sat down Jenrig commented on her late arrival in a joking fashion. Jenrig asked her how her sleep was and if she had pleasant dreams. She answered yes and thoughts returned of her night thinking about him. She thought about how she wanted to book one room but wasn’t sure how he felt about it. She thought of days ahead if they were together and how she would follow him were ever. His night was also filled with thoughts of him and her together. Although seemingly hers were not the same since she booked two rooms. He simply shrugged it off as he finished his breakfast. Looking around he decided that there wasn’t much to see. This Inn, although beautiful, rarely housed anyone of interest since anyone of interest probably couldn’t get inside the gates. The room was fairly large with two windows, tables and benches for eating and the clerk’s desk. The hard wood floors were cleaned often and the marble walls showed no signs of weathering. The day outside was a beautiful one as expected of this time of year except for two nights ago. The rain was evil and Jenrig knew it. The rain meant bad times ahead for every time Jenrig thought of the rain a feel of evil ran over him.
Shrugging off the eerie feeling Jenrig stood up from the table. He then walked over to the clerks counter and asked if a message had arrived for him. The clerk nodded and handed him a sheet of paper folded over three times with a seal in the middle. Breaking the seal Jenrig walked back over to the table where Litar still sat and ate her breakfast. Reading the note Jenrig quickly pick himself up and motioned Litar to do the same.
“We will meet lord Remnit at noon. We must leave now if we to make it to the castle on time. Quick go up stairs and ready yourself. I will do the same and wait here for you.” Litar nodded and rose from the table.
It was not long until she returned to first floor where Jenrig awaited patiently. “Let’s go!” commanded Jenrig and out they walked.