The Chronicles of Taelos
It was a day like no other. For the first time since the beginning, a battle against the Shadow had been won. The news had come the day before-A weary but jubilant Cantet soldier had ridden through the Crow’s Gate and straight to the Helm, the great fortress at the center of the city. His horse, nearly overcome by the stress of the journey, was led to the Royal Stables. The soldier was brought before Emperor Jonathan Stormcrowe himself. The News was given quickly, for the soldier could muster only three words before passing out.
Three words-“We Have Won.” Three words that carried with them a deed not done since the days of the great Aran Alata, the wise king who once sat on the throne of what was now that of the Cantet Empire. Three words that carried with them a message not seen since the reappearance of the Shadow-A message of Hope. Alas, this message was soon to be shattered…far too soon.
A feast was held the very next day-a day of rejoicing, a day of merry-making, of dancing and singing. A Day of Peace. During the feast, the Emperor was to make a speech. Rumors had spread that Jonathan was worried, for although the Shadow’s army had been defeated in combat at the border town of Ora, the mysterious commander of the dreaded hoard had not been present.
Although most of the Company had left with Nielyn, Scipio Blade, Ranger, his brother, Peter as well as Scipio’s lifelong friend, Kieran Greenhale had stayed behind at Cantet. Scipio had stayed to council the Emperor, one of his oldest friends. Although Scipio looked like a young man, maybe 34, he was part-elf, and was many years older than he appeared.
“My People!” shouted the Emperor, “A great victory has been won today! My son, Prince Nielyn and the members of the Company with him have destroyed the forces of the Shadow at the Border! No more shall our lands be threatened! He drew his blade, Crabanmor, and shouted “No more shall our fields burn! No more shall our people die! No more-” THUKK
His mouth widened in shock, his blade clattered to the ground. His eyes gazed down, catching sight of the long, black shaft embedded in his chest. Stormcrowe looked up into Scipio’s hard brown eyes, saw Scipio rise, heard the THWAP of an arrow being released from its bow, heard the shouting, the confusion and then- darkness. Jonathan Stormcrowe, Emperor of the Cantet Empire was dead before he hit the floor.

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