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This chapter has been done by the guest author Tamyra Teed.  It is the first of two such chapters.  As Garalt and his friends travel throughout the world in their quest, they will travel through different lands.  These are the stories told by the inhabitants of those lands.

Awakening Feud
an illustrated tale
page 1

     It was a day like any other, the sky was clear, the wind blew softly through the trees.  The villagers were all bustling about, carrying on their lives just like any day.  Shopkeeps and merchants were busily selling their wares, even the King and Queen were out, enjoying the day.
     A screaming hiss filled the air, lightning danced about the village fountain as a glowing white cloud quickly appeared above it.  The noise startled all those around, birds flew away in all directions.
     Suddenly a knight dressed in full armor fell out of the cloud and into the fountain, splashing water in several feet in all directions.  Seven more warriors followed, but the rest were lucky enough to miss landing in the fountain.  The cloud quickly dispersed, and all the noise and ruckus it created was replaced by an eerie silence as all those in the village square stared at what they saw.
    Rawnie ran over to the strange visitors, her mind filled with so many questions as to what she had just seen.
    "Remind me to thank Wurrelin for the fun landing..." the knight in the fountain groaned as the female warrior helped him out of the water, giggling at him.
    Rawnie approached them carefully, unknowing if these warriors were hostile or not.
    "Be you friend or foe?" Rawnie stammered slightly.  The eight warriors glanced over at her, and then at the soaked knight.  He walked closer to her and bowed.
    "Forgive us for the intrusion, we had hoped to arrive in Blut'Ader in a more... delicate way," the knight began.
     "Where?" Rawnie asked, puzzled.
     "This IS Blut'Ader, isn't it?" the warrior dressed all in black cloth asked. 
     "No, I'm afraid not," Rawnie shook her head, "This is Tanarth, land of King Rurik."
     "This is most unfortunate, Garalt," the strange looking knight in green said to the soaked knight.
     "Aye..." Garalt sighed, looking back over to Rawnie he began to introduce the group.  "Well, though we are in the wrong place, it's no reason for us to be rude guests.  I am Garalt, and these are my comrades, Alyia, Tundock, Drakon, Demonclaw, Garn, Greylen and Swift Strike.  And you are?"
     "I am Rawnie," she said, smiling, "if you would be so kind, could you please tell me why you fell from the sky?"
     "We were traveling by a magical portal," Garalt said, chuckling as he rang the water out from his cape, "we're on a desperate mission to save our homeland, and we were told we could find answers in a land called Blut'Ader.  Can you tell us how to get there?"
     "I am sorry, but I know of no such place.  I shall introduce you to the King, he may be able to help you."
     "We would be very grateful," Alyia bowed.
     "You lookin' for the King?  He's in town today," a young boy spoke up.
     "Then go fetch him, quickly!" Rawnie instructed.
    The boy ran as fast as he could to the king passed the square and away from the shops on the other side.  However, it was not long till he reached the king, and he immediately kneeled before him.
    "Rise, son," King Rurik smiled, "please, tell me why you are so out of breath?"
    "Sire, strangers have just appeared in the town square!  Lady Rawnie is with them."
    King Rurik looked over at his son, Prince Renier, who was sharing the same thought.
    "Take us to them!" King Rurik said quickly.  Thoughts of serious trouble flashed through his mind.

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