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Nice so far, many people making inferences. I, for one, prefer to sit back and let the story unfold. Making guesses ruins it because then you know whats going to happen. Just let it roll.
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13-May-2008 00:43:24

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be patient... :| O_o
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13-May-2008 20:53:35

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Part One: Demons and Dissenters
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Chapter One: A Royal Wedding
The city was buzzing with the news. Men ran out into the marketplace to warn the stragglers that it would soon be time. Women hurried to drag their families out into the square in front of the palace before noon, when the ceremony was set to begin. King Amsca*s wedding was turning Khaseph upside-down.
Up inside the entrance hall to the palace, the wedding was being prepared. Servants scurried around, performing the last few errands to be carried out before the ceremony could begin. It was a madhouse, as King Amsca never stressed perfect order; therefore, some tasks were laid aside until the last possible minute. So the cake, the food, and the final preparations were being done now, of all times.
“Are we almost ready?” asked Telmaar, who was the overseer of all the wedding preparations. He had been a servant under King Set years before, and Amsca had kept him in the palace to do organization jobs. His hair had been looking quite disheveled as of late, and it looked like he hadn’t eaten since Amsca joking threatened to have his head if the ceremony did not go perfectly. Telmaar had never been able to read sarcasm, much to the enjoyment of the King.
“It’s time,” muttered Yrota, the King’s General, a dwarflike man that looked out of his comfort zone in the dress clothes he wore for the occasion.
“Not yet,” Telmaar replied, his eyes bulging. “The best man hasn’t arrived.”
Yrota chuckled. “Zaros was never on time for anything,” he said, reminiscing.
“Zaros has entered the city,” came a voice from behind them. They looked to see the calm Ihrba*ka, floating several inches off the ground, drifting serenely toward them.
“I did*’t think you’d be here,” Yrota said, recognizing the figure from King Amsca’s stories.
“I played such an important role in his past, it would be a shame for me not to be here.”
“True.”

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“Thank Elidinis!” said Telmaar as the double doors in the palace entrance hall swung open to reveal two covered men walking through. They wore black and purple robes that dragged the floor, and their faces were shrouded with masks to keep out the rough sand of the desert.
They dropped their hoods, revealing their faces. The men were two that looked so much alike that they could have been brothers. Both had dark hair and dark eyes, although one had a beard, and the other had no facial hair. The one with no facial hair also had a golden ring around his head, a crown.
“Emperor Zaros,” Yrota gasped, kneeling.
“Get up, Yrota,” Zaros replied calmly, a smile breaking through. “I am not your King.”
“Thank you. I’m blown away, man,” said Yrota, slipping back into the friendly casual tone he used when they used to work together in Amsca*s court. “You’ve grown up since I last saw you. You used to be a crazy, reckless kid.”
“And now I’m a crazy, reckless adult,” Zaros finished with a grin.
“I guess so.” Yrota turned to the other man, who was standing silently by Zaros’s side. His impassive eyes were even darker from up close. His robe was parted slightly in the middle to reveal a dagger hidden on his belt. Yrota was well accustomed to this tactic. It was a show of power, almost a dare for anyone to make a move. He had no doubt that the dagger could be out of its sheath and in his neck in a split second if the man wanted it to be.
“You must be General Zamorak,” Yrota said, his tone shifting from the friendly tone he used with Zaros to a more cautious, formal speech.
“You are correct,” Zamorak replied apathetically. “You are General Yrota, right? Ah, yes. It’s a pleasure to meet a man of your…stature.”
“A pleasure for me as well,” Yrota replied through gritted teeth. Usually, he did*’t mind jokes about his height, but from this cold, uncaring stranger, it lit a fire in him somewhere.

14-May-2008 05:24:52

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“Zaros!” gasped Telmaar, grabbing Zaros by the sleeve and dragging him across the room. “We have to get in our places; the crowd is beginning to notice that we’re starting a little late.”
“Fine, fine,” Zaros replied, letting the old man lead him. “What do I do?”
“Just stand outside on the platform above the stone steps. Wait there for the King, and then you’ll know what to do.”
Zaros opened the double doors and walked out onto the stone platform in front of the palace. He remembered this place so well from his youth, how he, Amsca, and the other boys had raced up and down the huge stone flight of steps from the ground level to the castle’s entrance hall. It had been nearly a decade since he had been in Khaseph, but the images were still as strong as ever.
Suddenly, there was a blare of trumpets, and a huge orchestra began to play. Zaros looked around at the people he once knew, the people of Khaseph, his hometown. The faces jogged memories of times long past.
Suddenly, Zaros glimpsed a camel and his mysterious rider in the back. The man atop the camel and the man beside it, both completely shrouded in white desert robes and hoods so that their faces weren’t visible, signaled to Zaros when he looked their way. Zaros gave an imperceptible nod. It was the camel hermit Akthanakos atop Dante, his precious Ugthanki, and the other man was Zaros’s faithful Mahjarrat Spyridon.
Azzanadr**s words still rang clearly in Zaros’s ears. Back in Senntisten, Azzanadra had said, “My Lord, I know that this is special to you, but the Sons of Raldeir know that as well. They might seize this opportunity to attack you. I realize that you and Zamorak are both very powerful, but I would not be doing my job if I did*’t recommend that you take extra precautions.”
Zaros’s bodyguards, the brothers Viggora and Mesta, chimed in as well. “We agree, Lord Zaros.”

14-May-2008 05:25:41

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So it was settled. Akthanakos had agreed to come, and Spyridon was all too willing. They patrolled the crowd, looking for that phantom that Azzanadra and Zamorak were sure was there: one of the vampire Sons of Raldeir.
Zaros scowled. The Sons of Raldeir got under his skin. Zaros thought that his problems would end when Raldeir was killed, but boy was he wrong! Raldeir, obviously, had been a busy Mahjarrat. He had many sons, only a few of which were known. These radical Mahjarrat had been tormenting Zaros’s Empire ever since he had risen to power.
Yrota walked out onto the platform with him, along with another man that Zaros had never seen before. They were all dressed identically. “King picked me as a groomsman,” Yrota said with a chuckle. “Did*’t see that one coming. Say, where’s Azzanadra? I was hoping to see him today.”
“He’s my Regent while I’m away,” Zaros replied. “I had to leave someone competent on the throne.”
Yrota smiled. “You should have called me.”
Zaros returned a similar grin. “Believe me, you were the next on my list.”
They quieted as the music began to reach a crescendo, and then Amsca, dressed in his royal purple robe, walked out onto the platform. He stood beside Zaros, looking down at the crowd. Those in attendance were divided on either side of a huge center aisle, and they all turned to see down the street that formed the aisle.
A woman in white emerged from an empty building and began to proceed down the path. Zaros noticed the glimmer in Amsca*s eyes as she got closer and closer. Zaros turned his eyes back to the bride. She was completely veiled, but her shining black hair showed through the thin white lace. Zaros had known her for many years, but she had never been appealing to him. That’s fine; Amsca found the one for him.

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The sun rose over the buildings to the east, and Zaros raised a sleeve to block out the bright rays. The morning wedding was a good idea, but it certainly had its drawbacks. Its purpose was to keep the ceremony from taking place in the blistering desert sun.
Something caught Zaros’s eye above on the top of the buildings. He squinted to see a shadowy figure, dressed completely in black robes, an unknown symbol on the robes. Zaros took one look and realized that the reddish eyes were glaring directly at him. He wasn’t a genius, but he did*’t need to be one to recognize what was going on.
“Zamorak,” Zaros whispered, and the General came up to his side. “There’s a suspicious man up on the buildings. Get Akthanakos and check him out.”
“I don’t need Akthanakos, my Lord,” Zamorak replied, and he was gone with a swirl of his robe.
Zaros looked back to the rooftops, but they were bare. The figure was gone.
“Zaros,” muttered Yrota, standing silently by his side. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” But Zaros did*’t know for sure. He couldn’t quite decipher the aura he felt when that mysterious stranger looked into his eyes. It was something he had felt before, but he couldn’t recall exactly what it was.
The sharp steps on the stone staircase shook Zaros back to reality. The woman lifted the long train of her white gown and ascended the steps to meet Amsca. She reached the top, and Amsca took her hands in his and led her to the center of the stage.
Zaros caught Amsca*s eyes, and they both exchanged smiles. Zaros remembered all the years that Amsca spent traveling every so often to Senntisten to meet her. How often she had left Zaros’s service to be in the palace at Khaseph. Now, all those years came to this point, the beginning of a marriage and the crowning of a Queen.

14-May-2008 05:28:23

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