The Topaz Gem Prophecy

Armored Scavenger's fan-fict. 
This is the fourth story in the series: The Scavenger Series #1: Darkness Rising 
The third part of the series is The Winged Scavenger. 
To continue reading, the fifth and next part is The Quest For the Gems.
Enjoy reading and comment if you want to! :)
== Prologue ==
Urabon Castle, Order of Pyrrhia
Word spread fast like a wildfire. Soon all of Pyrrhia was in flames. That night and into the next day, countless numbers of villages were burnt to the ground, hundreds of people died or fled, and everyone was in a state of panic and confusion. And every human's question was "why?"
Urabon Castle, Order of Pyrrhia
In the far northeastern tip of Pyrrhia sat Grand Master Joachim Antile, one of the most influential and powerful people in Pyrrhia. Never in his entire life had he been so troubled. His court was silent, no one spoke to him, and he did not eat nor sleep. Just then a messenger rushed in. The guard nodded and let him pass.
The messenger cleared his throat, but the Grand Master did not look up. The courier delivered his message, not bothering to wait to see if Antile was even listening.
"Your Excellency, I bring most troubling news from King Clauseus of Cecuria." The messenger read from the scroll.
"Go on," said Antile ,perturbed. He continued to stare at the cold, hard stone floor.
"He delivered this message. 'My fellow Pyrrhians, we can wait no longer. It is the time to free ourselves from the chains of fear and oppression. Yesterday was a dark day in our history, an event that happens far too often. Villages burn, people lay lifeless on the ground, and the dragons will not stop at that. They will continue to exterminate us, permanently this time. That is why, I, Clauseus Vinus, ruler of the Kingdom of Cecuria, propose that all should form a coalition of nations to destroy this threat once and for all. Only then will the menace end forever. We must destroy them all before we ourselves are destroyed. While they are fighting their own bloody war, we could crush them when they least expect it. One by one they will fall, and we will rise again for as long as the moons shine.
Anyone who does not heed my call cannot call themselves a Pyrrhian, or even a human. Join me and we shall never have to live in fear again. Reject me, and you will be destroyed as traitors. Your choice. Choose now.' "
Antile sat very still on his throne, his eyes closed and mouth shut.
"My lord? What are you thinking?" asked an adviser, concerned.
"He can't do that! Is he insane?!" Antile cried out all of a sudden. Everyone flinched and someone was so surprised that he almost lost his balance. "That fool wants war, well, he will have it! Diplomats!"
A group of ambassadors stepped up.
"I want each of you to go to each nation and tell them not to join. Clauseus, curse his name forever, is becoming too aggressive. He has already illegally annexed a town. We must counter his coalition with our very own. Maybe then he will cower back and get some common sense! Go now."
They all left the throne room and set off for their destinations. Everyone else looked at Antile.
"That fool. Any resistance ever shown was crushed. The dragons will truly destroy us if we raise our armies and attack. Surely the other rulers will be more sane...surely..."
He hoped, but it was not to be.
Bielska Castle, Bielskan-Kosburgen Union
The message came the next night. The court was in chaos.
"Calm down everyone! Calm down!" yelled the guard. Nobles, peasants, merchants, politicians, and soldiers were all arguing, pushing each other, and screaming at each other. While the king sat on his throne, the door was barred shut with only he and his advisers inside. They had just read the message in private, yet word had already spread throughout the land.
"What to do, what to do...," sighed one of the advisers.
King Jan of the Union looked at his feet, but then an idea came to his mind.
"You know what, I won't have this! Do any of you remember the Peace at Thorns of 4792?" he asked.
They all knew the answer, but no one spoke out.
King Jan went to the royal library through the back door and minutes later came back with a large document.
"Here. Read it," he said, pointing to one of the sections on the paper.
It read as the following:
Article 3 Section 12
The Order of Pyrrhia will and shall remain a nation to keep the peace among all others. They are to prevent wars, resolve conflicts, and are to never be a target for any military invasion or attack of any kind. 
"Clauseus had done something against the treaty. As a country, we are to defend the Order because it is the righteous duty of every Pyrrhian. He will pay for this offense. As of today, if the Senate approves, for they dare not reject, the Bielskan-Kosburgen Union is in a state of war with the Kingdom of Cecuria and all of her allies!"
His speech, though short, convinced the entire council and later the senators, and they all approved of war. King Jan was hailed as a patriot by his subjects, and as they all praised him, everyone began to have hostile feelings towards their new enemy. The Union joined due to the violation of a historic treaty and a threat to their ally.
Gotaland Fortress, Kingdom of Kalda
It was freezing cold. Only the durable could last long out there. Only the Kaldans.
But nothing was as bitter as the message they had received only a little while ago. Standing on one of the fort's balconies was the King of Kalda, Jarl XIV. The stinging wind blew through his face, but he was hardly affected. The messenger came out with the letter. Jarl now had to choose.
He sighed, frustrated. "What does Jan say about this?" he asked. Jan and Jarl were good friends, which was not common among rulers.
The messenger stated, "King Jan, ruler of Bielska-Kosburg, brought you a letter as well." He handed the king the letter, which had the official stamp of the King of the Union.
"So. He's not part of Clauseus' coalition. His reasons are good enough. Make note of this, messenger," he told the man.
"Let it be known, the Kingdom of Kalda joins against the Cecurians due to treaty violation, and the foolishness of Clauseus' plan. We would never win, so why bring death to so many? There is no honor in fighting against my friend. It is stupid bravery to go to war against the ice dragons," he concluded. The messenger left as Jarl went to his room.
The stone walls trapped in the heat, and even though he was used to the cold, he could not live without warmth. His armor, his Viking helmet, and his battle axe were all laid out on his table. He was ready to fight for what was right, for his country.
Novogrod Castle, Tsardom of Zelengorod
The mountain peaks were beautiful that day, only if it weren't for the message the Zelengorods received it would have been perfect. The tsar sat on his throne. The message made him think, more than usual.
He then laughed aloud. "Ha. Pfft. Does that 'king' really think that I would help him? What a fool!" He chuckled. "Does he think one little, rather insignificant incident would be enough. First, he insulted me, then he moved his troops to the border for no legitimate reason, and now he expects me to join with the Union north of me, ready to attack me at a moment's notice.
I don't really like Jan, but at least he's decent. I'm not scared of Clauseus, I've dealt with worse. I join against," he concluded.
The tsar announced to the whole nobility of his choice. Most of them agreed. They were more worried about Cecuria than of any dragon. Troops mobilized, and an alliance was hastily brought to the Order, the Union, and later Kalda.
Blue Oasis Palace, Remelien Sultanate
The sun scorched the land below. Thankfully an oasis was nearby to supply water to the thirsty sultan. Abdul Bey received the message. It was a long time since the Sultanate had joined a real war. Civil wars were just not the same. The Sultan thought for a while, but made up his mind.
"Going to war will unite our people under one ruler. Against Cecuria, not really, but against dragons, absolutely. Especially since lots of the heavy fighting could take place here. I don't care much about him, but at least I will have a good reason to call up our entire military.
Those dragons are also taking all our water, destroying our homes, and disrupting our trade routes. We got the queen, now we get the rest," he said, confident in his decision.
He knew he would have to fight many other nations, but his massive army had the home and numerical advantage. He was sure the other nations would see the error in their ways and join him eventually. For he fought for stability and for the survival of his people.
Hiroyama Monastery, The Shogunate
The Shogun sat down at the table with his generals, drinking tea and discussing war plans, though they were unnecessary. Just then a man came into the room.
"My lord, a message for you," he announced. He walked over to the table and handed the note over, bowing respectfully.
Yoshikura opened it and read. His eyes widened. "My, oh, my. It has come to this?" he asked. He handed the note to the generals, who read it as well. They looked at the Shogun for his next move.
"It would be the honorable thing to do. Our ancestors died in the fires of the dragons. We will share the same fate if we do nothing. It is the right thing to do to join Clauseus. Finally, someone is doing something."
His generals were more hesitant, but their loyalty was strong. The honorable and traditional way of life they had been taught was deep in them. They each agreed, for they too lost so much. They all despised dragons, for they attacked for no reason, killed for no reason, and took for no reason.
The Shogun held his katana in his hand.
It will be an honorable fight, one we will not lose, he thought. He was fighting for revenge and honor. To save his people, he must fight with them. To die for the nation was something anyone would do.
Toshar Palace, The Khanate
Outside of the palace, hunting was a favorite pastime the Khan loved to enjoy. A letter, however, took him elsewhere.
"Kramuk, why do you take me away from my favorite thing to do. I nearly had that rabbit...," he muttered as his general called him to the palace.
"It is urgent, sir. An important note has arrived for you. You must read it at once," he replied. Khan Koyuk was not pleased. However, the letter livened him up.
"My brothers! What a day it is! Today, today we start anew. Today is the day when we take back what was and what will always be rightfully ours! Kramuk, Tulga, Pasha, ready all men in the steppe and in the hills. Our people have been waiting for this day for ages," he said passionately and excitedly.
Word spread, and men from every village in the Khanate rode to the capitol on horseback. The Khan sat on his horse in front of them all. "Long live Pyrrhia!" he yelled, rousing the crowd.
"Long live the Khan! Long live the Khan!" they chanted back.
Amughma Summer Palace, Kingdom of Reen
The night was warm, and all the creatures made beautiful and pleasant sounds. It was the time of celebration, like many other days in the year. Tonight it was the Festival of the Moon, a beautiful time when all the Reens go to the Summer Palace, or the local temple if they could not make it, and they all have an extravagant time. Fruit of every safe kind was served, fresh water and juice was drunk, and dancing, singing, playing, and laughing filled the air. Nowhere else in Pyrrhia did people live with such enjoyment. In the thousands of years of humans being persecuted, only the Reens could have the luxury of enjoyment.
Nowhere else did some colorful dragons also attend. Some RainWings who lived nearby came and joined the in festivities. At least ten were there playing along or just watching from the branches above.
Queen Iris was there, too. She was talking to her brothers and sisters, friends and family. She laughed, she sung, and she even played some of the games as well. Few, if any, monarchs would be seen acting like that. But the Reens were known to be different.
Amidst the partying, a messenger ran in with the same message every other nation had received. The Queen was helping herself to a mango when he interrupted her.
"Ah, messenger! Here, help yourself to some fruit. They're freshly picked."
"Your Majesty, I bring you a message. From Cecuria."
"Cecuria? What in three moons would they want?" she wondered as she opened the letter. She read it, but even before she finished, the mango she was eating was on the floor.
"Wh-what! W-w-war!?" she stammered, barely being able to utter the word. "Well, no matter, we won't participate. Back to festivities then..." she said quickly, trying to forget what she had just read.
"Your Highness," started another man. He had come from Cecuria, another diplomat. "Neutrality is not an option. You either fight for this side, or you are on the other. No opting out, or Clauseus will come and personally burn this forest to the ground!" he barked.
Queen Iris looked sick. The same messenger gave her another letter. "From Joachim." She read it.
"Hey! Where did you get that!" screeched the Cecurian diplomat.
After finishing the letter, the Queen looked around for something in the trees. There laid a beautiful pink dragon, with swirls of blue swirling all along his back.
"I join the Order, then, if I can't have my neutrality," she decreed. Some of those who heard her were in shock, while others began to nod or clap. The Cecurian was red with rage.
She was fighting for her home and for all who live there.
Linodias Fortress, Kingdom of Aredonia
The entire kingdom was exploding. Everyone was cheering the arrival of their new King, Clauseus, now King of Cecuria and Aredonia. Just that night, Clauseus had "peacefully occupied" the kingdom. He stated that the two nations must be ruled under a single ruler, for they were both brothers and sisters that had only separated generations ago.
He challenged King Argus X to a duel. However, Argus was old. He had no fight left in him, so he got himself a replacement. When Clauseus quickly finished off who he thought was the Aredonian king, he immediately realized it was not him.
Argus had already fled and was on his way to meet another man whom Clauseus had ousted.
In Aredonia, however, parades and celebrations were in the air as Clauseus gave his decree about his coalition. Everyone wanted to fight, for it was in their blood. They wanted dragons, especially MudWings, to pay with their blood. But Clauseus himself had to calm them down, but he understood, for he too was of Aredonian origin.
Misty Cave, somewhere in the Kingdom of Cecuria
Argus rode rather noisily to the cave. Like the name said, it was not the clearest of places. He had to call out to one of his loyal generals whenever he lost sight of them, which happened quite often.
He reached the cave and walked in with his men. Just then he heard a footstep, then silence. He continued on, looking at every rock, every flicker of light, and every shadow. When he got even closer, he knew someone was there. Just then, from all around, soldiers surrounded them. Cecurians.
Argus and his men had weapons drawn out. Just then one of the attackers stepped forward.
"I say, Argus, is that you?" the man asked, his voice questioning.
"Huh. And you are?" Argus asked in return.
"Ah. It is you. I am Ares, whom you were looking for, I presume?"
The soldiers did not look away from their opponents. Each one had his eyes locked on to one of their counterparts.
"It's quite alright, men. He is not the enemy." Ares declared. The Cecurians lowered their weapons, but they never let their eyes wander off.
"Clauseus got you, didn't he?" asked Ares.
"How would you know?" asked Argus, sarcastically.
"Ha. Now why else would you show up, begging on your hands and knees. Hm?"
"I am not begging! Ohh, if I had my army I would crush you like the bug you are." Ares merely snickered.
"Well, how could it ever come to this? Enemies into allies. If you wish, I am leaving to meet King Jan and all of the anti-coalition at Terchen tonight. If you want you can come with me. What do you say?"
"All right, better than hiding for the rest of my life. I swear, Clauseus will not remain king as long as I live. He is a disgrace, and more importantly, a fool!"
"Well, that's something we can both agree on," concluded Ares, and they prepared to leave.
== Part 1: ==
=== Chapter 1: Tense Air ===
The night was young and the stars were shining. The sky had finally cleared after two days of heavy rain. Few, if any creatures, were awake that night. However, Casimir was wide awake. He was worried.
Two days after being reunited with his brother, Wladyslaw, the hetman was taken away again. A messenger came with urgent news and Wladyslaw had to meet with the king of the Union of Bielska and Kosburg, King Jan.
He didn't know what was going on, but it couldn't have been good news. Meanwhile, during his down time, he observed his two new friends, the red dragons. One he named Burny, the other, Bitty. He had no other names to give them because the smaller tried to light things on fire and the bigger one tried to bite anyone who came near her.
They usually huddled together, talking in their own language that no one could understand. Burny, the smaller dragon, was too energetic. He loved to frighten the already shaken village folk. Bitty, the bigger, more adult one, lashed out at him when he seemed to get out of control. It was interesting that they stayed away from the beautiful blue dragon, who sometimes went into the water.
Captain Aleksander looked after Casimir during that time. "Look after" was a hilarious term. Casimir was eighteen years of age, already an adult and a trained knight. Aleksander was twenty-three, only five years older. All Aleks really did was accompany Casimir whenever he went to meet one of the dragons. Otherwise, the captain paid no attention to the young Nowak, but he kept an eye on him whenever he could.
Casimir became good friends with Cornelius, the young Cecurian. He was a year older than Nowak was, but far more timid and cautious. He never approached any of the three dragons residing in the village nor did he ever look at them. Cornelius was an intelligent man and he told his story about attending the famous university in Cecuria, until King Clauseus took over. Clauseus banned a number of books and replaced them with anything that made Cecuria seem like the best country in the world. Cornelius dropped out, but he knew Wladyslaw from the past and had decided to find the hetman. Since then he had been with Aleks and Casimir.
It was late at night, but Casimir could not fall asleep. He began to think about his life. It was only four or so years ago that his entire family had died, except for Wladyslaw and his real father, who had presumably died a long time ago. Casimir then joined the Order of Pyrrhia, a military order of knights, only to be treated harsher than anyone else there. Wladyslaw came in and rescued him from those times and Casimir was knighted only because of his brother. Casimir was then captured by a dragon, fought in an arena, escaped, was captured again, and was then rescued by his brother's men, captains Koniecpolski and Matejko, as well as Cornelius. It was quite a drastic number of events.
He still could not sleep and decided to give up. Casimir sat himself down in one of the wooden chairs by the table and read a book in the orange candlelight. The History of Pyrrhia. It was a very common book for those who could read and afford it. Wladyslaw was fortunate to have an extra copy, so he let his younger brother have it.
He was just on the second chapter when he heard the sound of horses. He looked out the window to see torches flickering in the dark. The sound of men talking and the cool breeze whirling outside muffled each other. Wladyslaw was back. Casimir ran outside to greet him.
Wladyslaw was standing huddled with Aleksander away from everyone else. Their tones were serious. They heard Casimir fast approaching, so they ended their conversation abruptly and turned around. Wladyslaw and Casimir stood face to face, staring into each others' eyes.
Wladyslaw began to talk as he put his hand on Casimir's back and they walked towards Casimir's cabin.
"Casimir. I must talk to you about something tonight. Oh, look at you. Tomorrow then. I don't want you to sleep right now after hearing my news. And don't think about it. I still can't believe you stayed up this late...," he muttered. Wladyslaw urged Casimir to go to sleep and nearly pushed him into the cabin.
My brother is back, thought Casimir as he laid in bed, but I sense something bad is going on. What is so serious that he doesn't want me to know about it, as if it would ruin my sleep?
=== Chapter 2: Gifts and Tales ===
Surprisingly, Casimir slept very well that night. Maybe the rain beating down calmed him. It was the third day in four that it had rained, but it wasn't a storm this time. Whatever it was, he woke up pretty early. The light barely illuminated the room when he got up from his wooden bed. Casimir washed his face with cold water and dressed himself in his armored tunic and reached for his helmet. He packed his bag with dried food, a canteen filled with water from a nearby well, medical supplies, a map, and other helpful items in case he needed to go somewhere today. He didn't know whether he was staying or not, but during times like these who knows what could happen.
Casimir left his room and walked outside. The world was misty and wet with morning dew and last night's rain. He walked over to the house near the large stack of lumber where Wadyslaw stayed in. Casimir knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He then heard footsteps and soon the door was open, just before Casimir gave up and left.
"Come here," whispered Wladyslaw. His hair was messed up and his eyes were tired. Wladyslaw gestured Casimir to come closer.
"Meet me outside in half an hour." Casimir nodded. Wladyslaw closed the door and went back to his room.
Casimir stood outside for the thirty minutes just as he was told. He was chewing on tree resin when Wladyslaw came out. The mud from last night's downpour quickly made his shined boots dirty. He didn't seem to notice, or he didn't seem to care.
"Good morning, Casimir," said Wladyslaw in a exhausted tone.
"Good morning, Wladyslaw," Casimir said in a more energetic reply. Wladyslaw was wearing a plain grey shirt. His head was uncovered, and his cold, wet hair was shown. "You said you needed to talk to me, brother?" Casimir asked, remembering the night before.
"Yes." Wladyslaw said. He took out a piece of fruit and offered it to his brother, then got one for himself. Peaches, the fruit they both liked most dearly.
"My brother, how do you like Pyrrhia?," he asked Casimir.
"Um? Besides the fact that most dragons hurt us or that there are some problems, it's not too bad," he answered. But he knew deep down that it was not that good. It might be a beautiful place, but it was a dragon's world, not a human's.
Wladyslaw finished his peach and stood up from leaning on the fence.
"Come with me. I have something for you," the hetman said. Casimir perked up. He wondered what was going to be his. What could it be?
The two walked over to where the elder of the village lived. This time they went to elder's storage room. Wladyslaw unlocked the door with a borrowed key and let them both inside. Casimir observed what was in there.
First he observed the giant stacks of wine barrels. There were also barrels of dried fish, and possibly pickles. The room was dim and cold. A tiny window let in some light, but it was really the open door that allowed the both of them to see anything. In the corner there was something covered in a tarp. Wladyslaw pulled it off and Casimir's eyes lit up.
Wladyslaw saw Casimir looking at it. "That is a winged huzar's battle armor. Strong metal, protective helmet, standard decorations. And it is new," he explained.
Casimir knew well what it was. This armor was commonly worn by Bielskan heavy huzar cavalry. It wasn't a high ranking one, due to the lack of the animal pelt. No wings were attached, but they could be if someone wanted to, but many chose not to except for decoration or a parade. Casimir had knowledge of what it was, but he wanted to know who it belonged to. Certainly it couldn't be his.
"Why do you have it?" asked Casimir finally, out of curiosity. He wanted to know badly who owned it. He secretly hoped it was for him
"Yours." Wladyslaw's word was a wish come true.
"Mine?!" Casimir exclaimed.
"Yes. It is yours." Wladyslaw said, grinning.
Casimir didn't know what to say. "B-but how, a-and why?" Casimir stammered out of joy.
"I wanted something nice for you. I want to keep you safe, to show how much I care about you. The price was affordable, I mean, my job is good paying, but I bought it knowing you always wanted one. As for the wings, you can decide, but they are not as comfortable as they look regal. I believe you should have the normal one first. I hope you are happy."
Casimir couldn't contain his emotions. Never, ever, in his life had someone given him something so beautiful or meaningful. The books his stepfather gave him, the sacrifice his real father gave, the risk Aleksander took, and now the gift his own brother gave. He embraced his brother with so much love that the tired Wladyslaw nearly lost his footing. Casimir was growing taller and soon he would be bigger than his older brother.
"I love you so much! You gave given me my training, you rescued me, now you give me something that I could never hope to get. How could I ever repa..."
"No, Casimir. You don't have to. You are the only living relative that I know of. How could I not do these things?" Wladyslaw whispered in Casimir's ear. A single tear ran down his cheek. He then sat down on an old cushioned chair
"Now, on to more serious matters."
Uh-oh, Casimir thought.
Wladyslaw began his tale.
"During these last few days, I was at Terchen, a town in Zelengorod, the Tsardom. Clauseus is at it again. This time it's the last straw!" he uttered quite meaningfully.
Casimir shuddered.
Wladyslaw went on with his tale.
=== Chapter 3: Yularen's Prophecy ===
Wladyslaw talked about his trip to the city of Terchen, which was hidden away in the great mountains. Most of the city was located underground, making it the safest place to live in all of Human Pyrrhia. Wladyslaw spoke of the meeting he had attended. He explained that there was going to be trouble in their world. Pyrrhia would be split into two.
"It's Clauseus and his allies against everyone else. You know what side I am on, but what about you?" Wladyslaw tensed as he anticipated his brother's response.
"Me. I just want there to be peace. Its just....how can Clauseus think like this? Does he know what will happen. Does he really believe he can take back the continent?"
"That's just it, Casimir. Clauseus..." Wladyslaw paused.
"What? What about him?" asked Casimir. Wladyslaw rubbed his head with his hands, covered his mouth, then sighed.
"There's something I need to tell you. Thousands of years ago, there was a prophet, a wise and ancient one. He was animus, and he gave a prophecy just before he died. Everyone dismissed it, since animuses were killed back in those days, and nearly all of them were wiped out. No one trusted him, except for a small bunch. It's called the Topaz Gem Prophecy."
Casimir looked intently at his older brother. The candlelight produced great shadows, unnerving Casimir. It made him sit on the edge of his seat.
"It was the year 3312...," began Wladyslaw.
It was the year 3312 ATS, the First Great War was long over, a mysterious figure is writing alone in his secluded cabin....
Soon death would take him from this world, but not before his final warning came out from his mind. Visions swirled as the ink fell on paper. They were clouded, but with great energy he managed to make them clear enough to understand the meaning behind them.
He wrote the Topaz Gem Prophecy:
I am afraid of what will come
Greed and fight lay deep in some.
What he brings may seem relieving
But there is much more than mere believing.
Though he is dark he once was pure
But he comes for men, he comes to lure.
Gather the gems of topaz blue
Saving power they will grant you.
But if he comes and takes them away
The horrors I see are too great to say.
He will stain the land with pain
Use these items to end his reign.
He might not die as of yet,
but these gems you must get.
One for each nation and tribe
and also others for some to guide.
The fate of Pyrrhia and all her lands,
you must save from his blood-soaked hands.
He trembled as he finished. He felt weak, and soon he let go. His aide came in to put his master to rest. He looked at the writings and knew what he had to do. One day The Topaz Gem Prophecy would have to come true. It could not be forgotten, or else Pyrrhia would fall under the darkness of this "man." The prophet Yularen's prophecy was born.
=== Chapter 4: Chosen ===
"Do you really believe that, Wladyslaw? Isn't it just another one of those fairy tales, like magic?"
Wladyslaw actually chuckled. "Well, that I know isn't so. Casimir, we know that this prophecy is real. We just don't know if Clauseus is part of it. But they are sure, I am sure it is."
"Who do you mean by they?" Casimir was curious to know who Wladyslaw met during his time at Terchen.
Wladyslaw didn't speak for a few moments. He sat there, stroking his beard while staring at the wall. He took a deep breathe, exhaled, and moved his glance towards his younger brother. Wladyslaw started to answer the question, but stopped. He got up and walked to the open window in the room. The sun began to creep in through the clouds.
"In Terchen, I spoke with the rulers who were against Clauseus, curse his name," Wladyslaw explained. "Some scholars and wise elders were also there. Everything lined up, but we couldn't be sure yet. Fortunately, members from an ancient sect confirmed it. Clauseus fit the prophecy. Obviously he is trying to give desperate people what they want, he is a reigning monarch, and he will shed blood in Pyrrhia. Most importantly, our ancient sect knows Clauses' past. It is as if the stars have aligned the way they were meant to."
"Who chooses the people of the nations, and who are they. Do you know?" Casimir wanted to know everything. This was big, bigger than anything.
"I...have been selected as one, Casimir. The followers of prophecy wanted me." Wladyslaw looked as more sunlight shone down upon the sea.
"Who else?" Casimir was pressing his questions to his brother. He almost choked as he heard his brother reveal that he himself was chosen. Did he know anybody else?
"One from each kingdom, and a few to guide and protect you. In fact, you are one of the oldest. I have a list." Wladyslaw went over to his table. The man picked up a book. The hetman opened the leather cover and handed it to Casimir when he got to the right page. "Here. Look."
Casimir skimmed over the list. "You are in it..." he muttered.
"I am." said Wladyslaw. "Did I not just say that?"
"Wait, here's my name! Wait a moment...Dire...Alexei, Ivan, Cecilia. Cornelius! I know these people. My friends, my old acquaintances as well. Oh my...my moons!"
"They were ones that they thought would be outstanding. Your friends are sort of like you, in a way." Wladyslaw sat down in his chair. This time he looked intently at Casimir, looking very hopeful.
Casimir cracked a smile. I'm part of this. I will save Pyrrhia! Then a thought occurred to him as he looked at the entire list as a whole.
"But, the list isn't complete. Two spots are empty," pointed out Casimir. He was confused.
"This list is not complete. The council was not sure if the prophecy was actually going to be fulfilled in this generation. But I am sure those two have now been chosen. I heard that in a few days, when we leave for Terchen, they will be present there. All the others were there. I did not know, so I didn't know to bring you along."
"So we leave soon?" asked Casimir, ecstatic.
"We rest up, then we leave as soon as we can. Terchen is quite a ways away. We will need to be prepared, especially if there is a chance that enemies will be round and about. Besides, you will need the time to shine your new armor." Wladyslaw winked.
"Ahhh. I see what you mean," understood Casimir. He winked back and Wladyslaw laughed.
"Now go on, I'm sure your dragon friends will want to see you. As will mine..," he said and the two left the room. It would not be long until they left.
"We will save our world, my brother, and the future will thank us."
== Part 2: The Second Council at Terchen ==
=== Chapter 5: Familiar Faces ===
One week later...
Terchen was a most heartwarming town, and the most liveliest Casimir had ever been to. Of course, security was tight; a guard was on every street, corner, and doorway as they went to the town center. It was a grand building made of limestone, its windows had fine white curtains, the doors made from rich pine wood, and the interior was even more beautiful.
Inside, the hallways were lined with majestic and beautiful works of art. There were tapestries that depicted some of the important points in the history of Pyrrhia, including one of a battle scene between a dragon and a brave knight. There were paintings and portraits, vases in niches, and elegant rugs on the floor. It was a public building that the Order of Pyrrhia now controlled, which very well hidden and not even shown on most maps. Dragons were rarely spotted here as most of the city was underground, making it nearly impossible to make out from the air. This city had survived for thousands upon thousands of years, and the only changes made were restoration or expansive projects.
The city was neutral and was very independent politically. However, Terchen was now in danger due to the escalating conflict. The Order chose this place for secret meetings as they too were supposed to be neutral. However, they were now in charge of an alliance.
Casimir was led to his sleeping quarters by a guard. The room itself was fairly elegant. A smaller tapestry was on the wall, featuring a beautiful mountain chain. The bed was soft, the rug was comfortable, and they even had a shelf of books and scrolls. Casimir put his belongings on the bed and left to find his brother.
Wladyslaw was in a large auditorium speaking with another person. It was a female soldier whose attire he had never encountered before. Wladyslaw saw his younger brother and asked his companion to excuse him.
"Casimir, good to see you." said Wladyslaw, welcoming.
"Same here, brother." replied Casimir, eyeing the soldier.
"Ahem." Wladyslw cleared his throat, noticing where his younger brother's eyes were looking.
"I want to introduce Alexandria Anagnos. She is one of the people who was chosen for the prophecy. She will be one of the guides and your protector.
Alexandria merely nodded. Her eyes drifted elsewhere, as if she didn't seem to care.
"I have a question, madame," said Casimir, glancing at her from head to toe.
"Hmm?" Alexandria turned her gaze towards the young man, with hints of questioning in her expression.
"The armor. I do not recognize the style. What type is it? I would be most happy if you can tell me." Casimir could not recognize the style she was wearing. It was made out of strips of iron and leather. The top of her helmet appeared to have a red brush on it made out of horsehair.
She was more than happy to explain.
"The armor you see is one that has not been used since ancient times. It is ancient Imperial armor, and this one is a centurion's. When that blasted Clauseus took over Cecuria, our rightful king Ares formed a new army. He was inspired by the ancient Empire and based his army's off of that. Did you know the Cecurians can trace themselves back to the Imperials? Our army might not be as big as our occupiers, but it is strong, brave, and the most organized army ever."
Casimir gathered all this information in. He now knew that not all Cecurians joined King Clauseus during his takeover. "So Ares is still trying?"
"Yes, in fact he is here at this very moment. He will be at the meeting." Alexandria stood up straightly. She had the looks of a real warrior and leader.
Casimir felt a little honored. Even if Ares was not technically the real king anymore, it would still be an honor to be in his presence. He was happy that Ares was on their side. It was also helpful that some Cecurians were not loyal to the new tyrant.
"Casimir!" yelled a strangely familiar voice all of a sudden. The three turned around and Casimir's spirit rose higher than ever before.
"Oh my...," uttered Casimir under his breath. He leaned against the wall and tears streaked down his face.
"Oh, don't cry Casimir, I thought you would be happy," said another familiar voice.
"I...I am. They are from joy...," he sputtered as he leaped forward into the arms of a young man. It was his friend from what it seemed like forever. Alexei. Right beside him was Cecilia, Ivan, and Cornelius (who came along with Casimir and Wladyslaw).
Casimir wiped his tears away and smiled, looking at all of his friend's faces.
Thank the moons, thank the heavens, they are all here. My friends....my friends. 
=== Chapter 6: Great Hall Gathering ===
It was a splendid time for all of them. Casimir and his friends went aside to a section of the hall away from the tables, and discussed all that had happened since they left each other a long time ago.
After the crisis, most of them went back to their homeland, just like most knights in the Order.
Alexei went back to Kosburg, which was on the lower part of the dragon wing in Pyrrhia. Before he arrived in Terchen, he had become an apprentice to a scribe in the largest city of Kosburg, Richtersteig. He would have a bright future in writing when he returned.
Ivan returned to Zelengorod, which was smashed in the middle of the continent. The young man now sported a beard and his head was shaven bald under his fur hat. Ivan said that he was relieved that his country had joined the anti-coalition instead of the Coalition. But just like old times, he kept his words to a minimum.
Cecilia, however, remained devoted to the Order. Her mother joined with Clauseus while her uncle left his home and went to find Cecilia. The two were then called to Terchen not long after they met. Like Cecilia's father, he was a smart and strong fisherman.
Casimir introduced Cornelius to each of them. The scholar made friends with each of them quickly. Then Casimir told his story. They were all amazed at his explanation of why he was gone so long. Casimir had realized his friends must have been worried sick when he suddenly vanished and the letters he wrote to them stopped coming. The group of friends went to Casimir's room before the large meeting was to begin.
The first thing each of them noticed was Casimir's new armor. They complimented and thought that their old friend became a legend or hero. Casimir just said it was a gift from his brother. They murmured positive, maybe even jealous comments. They talked more and more about many things. Before long Casimir had learned that each of them were excited for what was to be discussed in the meeting and that all of them did not want a war to break out. Even Ivan, who was a proud warrior, disapproved of the possibility of bloodshed.
A few minutes later, a voice called to them from the hall. The group raced each other to the hallway and then into the auditorium. It was a long time since Casimir had felt such childish joy. Upon entering, the knight looked in awe at how the great hall had been transformed.
It was truly remarkable. In the middle of the room was a large round table with seats around it. Then throughout the room were a few more tables, luxurious decorations, and even a food section. There were perhaps a hundred in the room, sitting or standing. There were servants serving when they were called.
Wladyslaw came over to the group in a hurry and pointed to a section near the circular table where it was empty. The friends walked over and sat down. Before long, more people came to them. They were all diverse. All of them were young, but the difference was still wide.
The others in the prophecy..., thought Casimir.
One of them, a pale, almost white-haired, very brawn looking girl with a fur coat sat down next to Ivan. He looked at her with surprisingly affectionate eyes, but she just turned away and snickered. Alexei, who sat next to Ivan, looked at Casimir and shrugged pitifully. Might be the first girl he ever was interested in. Poor guy. 
Soon the rest came. Next to Cornelius sat a pale, dark-haired girl, looking like she was from the north. She wore traditional clothing. She did not once look at any of them. Instead, she either stared into space or played with her hair. Did she also carry a short sword?
Next came a dark-skinned girl. She was from the rainforest. However, unlike the other two, she was friendly. From the beginning she introduced herself. She took one of the remaining seats and she sat across from Casimir. She told each of them that her name was Makena. She was a healer and had knowledge about many different types of medicines and herbs. She was delighted that Casimir and his friends actually listened. Casimir even saw that the Kaldan, the white-haired girl, might have been listening, even if only for a moment.
At this time Casimir had counted the number of people at the table. He counted eight people. Only two were still not there. He did not even count the guardians because they were probably somewhere else in the room conversing with the crowd.
Another figure was coming towards them. This young man was accompanied by two guards. This figure wore a gold-linen robe and a leather helmet with some silver studded into it. He also wore a jewel encrusted horse necklace around his neck. His face was of the steppe people: dark black hair and dark eyes. His guards wore the usual guard armor of the bodyguards of the Khan himself!
Casimir watched and it seemed that the young fellow saw it for he returned it.
"Why, hello there. Is this where the people in the prophecy come to?" he asked, grinning.
They all nodded.
"Ah, excellent, thank you. Guards, you may be at ease," he said. His voice had a very noticeable accent. The guards bowed and left to take seats not far from him. The young man sat down and began to mingle.
"So, these are my new friends. Well, I hope so at least," he said. Makena, Casimir, and his friends all smiled and they began to talk to him.
What a nice guy, thought Casimir. He began to like him. The young, rich boy might have been the most polite new person he had recently met.
Makena then asked, "So, will you tell us who you are already. We must know," she said with a grin. Nearly everyone leaned towards the boy. Except the two whom Casimir did not seem surprised.
"Ah, my friends. My apologies. I am Dustum. Dustum Khan," he introduced himself.
Everybody just looked at him. Makena smiled.
"That's a nice name, Dustum." Dustum grinned even more.
Suddenly, Alexei spoke out, "The Khan's son!"
Dustum looked at him and laughed. "What? Did you just see a ghost or something? I am who you say I am," he replied. Dustum closed his mouth, but continued to watch as Alexei tried to get a hold of himself.
Alexei looked in confusion. "But, isn't he on Clauseus' side!?"
Dustum looked at him. "My friend, my father might be on Clauses' side, but he believes that maybe I can help him far more than that rat. He believes that if can talk to the dragons, maybe I could ask them to stop harming us, or at least leave us alone. For now, however, he will fight with Clauseus because it is the only way he can do anything. Maybe I shouldn't jump to conclusions, but I think the second I get the gem he will change sides. He might say they are allies, but that is just to keep Clauseus off our backs for the time being. Do you understand?"
Alexei looked at him, with hints of suspicion in his eyes. Meanwhile, Casimir also began to have thoughts. Maybe his story is true and the Khan with switch alliances. But what if this dazzling son of his is just a cover. Well, it is too soon to tell.
Alexei spoke. He appeared to be playing along, as if he still wasn't convinced.
"I do understand. With two countries on Clauseus' bordering your father, I think that if his plan does go right then this war will end earlier if it does indeed break out."
Dustum smiled. They had spoken for almost a half an hour. Casimir looked around and still saw one seat empty. He then saw Wladyslaw looked around. He looked furious. He stood and was about to rush out to the quarters when someone was escorted in. Wladyslaw saw them and sat back down. The hetman and some adults sat in a table on the other side of the round table where the prophecy people sat. Casimir looked at them and recognized one of them. Dire!
A tanned, dark-haired girl took a seat. She looked at the others with embarrassment.
"I'm sorry I'm late. I had to get ready. You know, look to impress," she said. Indeed, Casimir could notice. Her dark long hair made her look beautiful. Her blue eyes made her stand out from most desert people. She wore a dandelion-yellow robe and she had a flower in her hair.
"Not to worry, my darling. We could have waited all night for you," said Dustum. She blushed at him and looked at the rest of them.
A horn was suddenly blown and everyone quieted down. Everyone gave full attention to the now open doors.
The rulers are coming! thought Casimir. The assembly was about to begin.
=== Chapter 7: Assembly ===
The procession of the monarchs was very elegant. The first monarch to enter was Grand Master Joachim Antile of the Order of Pyrrhia. Casimir remembered him as the man who knighted him a long time ago. This was the man who was his ruler.
The Grand Master processed in wearing a red robe, an expensive fur cap on his head, and he wore multiple kinds of necklaces around his neck. On his left and his right accompanied two knights. They wore similar red surcoats over chain mail and they had helmets that covered their entire head, masking their identity. A knight also walked in from behind, carrying the banner of the Order: there were only two stripes that made up the banner, red and black.
The crowds cheered and hollered while the Grand Master sat down. Despite being elderly, the man had no trouble walking and sitting down.
The rest of the monarchs walked in soon after. King Jan of Bielska and Prince Hans of Kosburg walked in together as a pair. They were accompanied by four guards, two from each nation they represented. Jan wore a red and gold royal robe while Hans wore a white and black one. Jan wore a golden crown on his head, Hans with a silver, jewel encrusted helmet. Two banners also accompanied them. Bielska's red with a white lion, and Kosburg's black eagle on white.
King Jarl of Kalda came next. He wore a dark blue icy robe. He wore a ceremonial horned helmet which had jewels set on as well. Two Kaldan Vikings escorted him to his seat. A banner of the kingdom came in: a purple banner with a white polar bear and four golden stars.
The Tsar Dmitry almost rushed in to take his seat. He wore a bejeweled, golden coat of mail that made him shine in the light. He also wore a golden crown specially made for the tsar. Two noblemen walked in with him, both wearing silver counterparts to the tsar's, excluding their metallic helmets. The banner was grey with three white mountain peaks on it as well as an eagle.
Queen Iris of the Reens came in next. She wore a pink native dress and wore a crown of flowers on her head. Her hair flowed down from her head and she was the only female ruler present. Two guards walked with her, both female. Her banner was simply a white background with a pink orchid.
King Argus slowly walked into the hall. He wore a white robe and also brought with him an Aredonian helmet. Two warriors, clad in armor and weapons, supported him as he managed to get to his seat. His banner was orange with a black upside-down "V" on it.
Lastly, the former Cecurian king, Ares, came in. He had on a deep red robe with some gold on it, and he wore a laurel crown. Soldiers on both sides of him wore Imperial armor and they made many in the crowd murmur to themselves. He brought in his own new banner, which was red and gold and had an ancient Cecurian phrase embroidered in golden letters.
Everyone was now ready for the meeting to begin.
Grand Master Antile rose up from his seat in the circular table. He addressed the assembly like this:
"Greeting my friends and guests, welcome to the Second Council of Terchen. I am so very happy to have each and everyone of you here. As I will explain in a brief moment, tonight is a very important night. One thousand, seven hundred years ago today, a very important prophecy was made.
And today, this prophecy will come true. The dark one does exist, and he has shown himself to the world. Clauseus is the one who is trying to destroy us all. He fits the description of this prophecy, and more prophecies foretold by the prophet. I am convinced that we must act now. Thank you for your cooperation." Antile sat down when he finished. The Grand Master talked like a gentleman and very passionately. Casimir looked at King Argus and couldn't believe they were about the same age.
The crowd hooted and applauded. Next, the Tsar stood up and addressed the audience.
"Well said. Tonight, we will show you who will save us. Tonight we introduce and meet those who are in this prophecy. One from each country in Pyrrhia, and some highly trusted, hard-working and also the best choices for guiding them. Yes, today we will see who will save our world from the darkness. I must say that I am hopeful."
Casimir would learn that the Tsar was very supportive. He also saw him look at Ivan from time to time, then later make a comment about him to one of the other monarchs. The tsar thinks highly of Ivan, and really only him.
Once again the crowd clapped their hands as the Tsar sat down. Queen Iris stood up this time. Casimir expected that her voice would be sweet and gentle as the stories went, but tonight her voice was strong and passionate, like the Grand Master's.
"I, for one, would be honored to introduce them to you all," she started. Casimir and his friends looked at each other.
"First, of course, I would want to show you the guardians. These "Gem Guardians" will guide and protect the ones who will ultimately save us. First up, I would be honored to give to you Grand Hetman Wladyslaw Nowak of Bielska." She clapped as he walked up to the podium in the front.
The assembly clapped and praised the hetman, but some coughed or remained silent. Nowak stood, looking very serious, and held his hand to calm the room down.
"Next, Captain Aleksander Koniecpolski of Bielska." Aleksander stood. The crowd also applauded, but not as much. Some of them wondered why another Bielskan was picked and not a Kaldan or an Aredonian.
"Next, we have Sergeant Daisuke Fujiwara of the Order of Pyrrhia and the Shogunate." Casimir saw Dire stand up.
Ah. So that is his name!
"Next, General Fahima Assaf of the Order of Pyrrhia and the Remelian Sultanate." She stood up. The crowd applauded and cheered for her as well.
"Last but not least, may I present to you, Centurion Alexandria Anagnos of the Kingdom of Cecuria." Alexandria stood up and she, as always, gave an almost blank look. All the Guardians were presented. They looked at each other, then looking closely at young group sitting down, knowing that they were going to live with them for who knows how long.
Next, the stars of the show were being introduced. Casimir stood up when his name was called, and then the rest of them.
Three hours later...
"And so, I am confident that these here people will stop Clauseus and bring order and peace to our fair Pyrrhia. He thinks that he can save us all, but he will ultimately bring the destruction of the human race. Good night everyone, and have a wonderful night's rest Guardians. Our saviors, I want you to feel proud, ready, and comfortable," concluded Antile as his hour-long speech finally came to an end. It was at least midnight and many in the audience were close to falling asleep.
Everyone got up or was woken up when the meeting was over. Casimir nudged Ivan up and all of his friends went outside for some air. It was late, but the two moons lit up the sky enough for them to see.
Casimir stretched and yawned. He and his friends, old and new, went out of the city to the countryside. They laid there, looking out to watch the beautiful scenery. Casimir was just about to fall asleep when he saw a streak of light fly across the sky. His friends all took a closer look.
"What is that?" asked Makena, who lay next to a moss-covered rock.
"It looks like a comet," said Alexei.
Casimir just then heard footsteps. He turned over as he lay on the ground. He saw Wladyslaw, Dustum, and Alexandria look into the sky as well.
"Isn't it beautiful?" commented Wladyslaw.
"Yes, but what does it mean. An omen? A blessing? What?" asked Dustum. Deep down, Casimir believed everyone was thinking that.
"Well," started Wladyslaw, "It doesn't have to mean anything. But....it might not be a coincidence that it appeared tonight."
After an hour or so the strange comet was out of the sky.
What if this comet is a sign. If so, is it a good one, or an evil one...
The next day would change all of their lives. But for now, they rested at Terchen.
=== Chapter 8: The Adventure Begins ===
Early the next morning, Casimir was woken up by Alexei. He told Casimir that they were going to be leaving in a few minutes, so he should hurry up. Casimir groaned as he left his bed and proceeded to eat his breakfast quickly. He then had someone help him with his armor and weapons. However, one of Wladyslaw's soldiers came in. He told Casimir not to bring the armor with him. Confused, Casimir left his hussar armor in the corner of the room. The door was locked so no one could get in. When he was finished, Casimir went outside to the slumbering town.
Though he had been there for a little over three days, Casimir never had the chance to observe the town closely. The houses were aligned with neat cobblestone roads. Most of the houses were two-stories high with a flat roof. As he walked past the town center he saw a beautiful garden. In the middle was a fountain and a statue of person. Some people were already on the streets, probably going to their jobs or patrolling.
An arched gate stood at the entrance of the above-ground part of the town. Though he could not make them out, there were words carved into the stone arch. On the other side was a large crowd of familiar faces.
"Morning everyone," said Alexei to the crowd. Some of the more awake ones responded back or merely grunted. They made their way to the front. There stood Wladyslaw and the rest of the 'Guardians'.
"Good morning, Casimir and Alexei," said Wladyslaw. He was looking through maps and scrolls as they came closer.
"Morning, sir, what's going on?" asked a puzzled Alexei.
"Today is an important day. We begin our expedition to find the gems," he announced.
"Already, we just arrived," Casimir noted, and he and Alexei looked at each other.
"Yes, we have to." Wladyslaw was loading his bags on his horse.
"Where are we traveling to, brother?"
"Er, there are three possible locations for the gem. We are splitting up into three groups of five each in order to find them all as soon as possible. In fact, you, Casimir, are going to go with Fujiwara, Dustum, Makena, and Karolina. That is your group of five."
Casimir felt a little sad that his brother wasn't going to be with him this time.
Hey, at least I got Dire. And Dustum and Makena. Not sure about Karolina though. That Kaldan...
"Alexei, you will be with Captain Koniecpolski and General Assaf, as well as with Mika and Cornelius. Anagnos and I will go with Ivan, Cecilia, and Almas. Those are the groups."
Casimir and Alexei nodded and then went on to ask where they where specifically going in their groups. Wladyslaw said that Dire will lead his group somewhere in the desert called the 'Scorpion Den'. Aleksander will lead his group to the northern tundra. He himself would lead his group to an island in the Eastern Bay.
"It will take us awhile, but I plan that by the middle of the next month we will all meet back here at Terchen. That is where we will meet again, my brother," he said.
Wladyslaw put his hand on Casimir's shoulder. "Make me proud, Casimir. Remember, the fate of everybody is in our hands. I want to return to you knowing all the good we will do later," Wladyslaw said as he smiled. He was crying as well, deep inside.
Casimir shook his hand and soon they were off. Casimir and his group left first. He waved good-bye to everyone he was leaving behind. He spotted a scarlet streak in the sky.
I will not be alone, he thought. He would not be alone.
=== Epilogue ===
Near the Remelian-Zelengorodian border that same day...
They looked at each other for hours upon hours. They did not move forward, nor backward, nor to the side. Any false move by any of them could be the trigger.
On one side, the Zelengorodian army. To their front lay the desert where the border ended.
On the other side, the Remelian army. To their front lay the mountains. Past them was the heart of the Tsardom.
The Tsar's Western Army formed together despite the mist that surrounded them all. It made the grass wet with dew as the men looked sharply at what lay ahead.
The Sultan's 'Golden' Guards still felt the sand under their feet. Some were nervous, some impatient, but all knew what was to come was inevitable. A few hours later the mist began to clear. Soon both sides could almost clearly see each other. The Western Army began to break camp and believed that there would be no hostility.
The Golden Guards saw this and they too began to return back home. They packed their tents and all of their belongings. Before they knew it, soon both sides were leaving each other and there would be no bloodshed that day.
Each day, no one knew if the war would start. Every man, woman, and child was thankful that each day passed without a drop of blood on the ground.
It all seemed tranquil until suddenly a Zelengorodian fell. An arrow was in his side as he groaned in pain.
At the same time a Remelian fell in the sand, dead, a bullet through his head.
Then it began. Arrows whizzing, men shouting, metal clanking, blood spilling, bodies falling.
In the end, both sides retreated back to their territory. In all, at least fifty were dead. No one won, there was no one to claim victory. This was not the end, however, it was merely the beginning.
But no one knew which side shot first or why.
Maybe someone else did...
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