Chapter 4 - Time Passes, Heroes Change

 

 

 

 

Toriban Fangora gazed longingly at where House Fangora had once stood, anger still in his heart even after all the time that had passed.  'Five years,' he thought.  'Five years of training for my vengeance.  Now is finally the time to act'  He turned and walked done the road as he had years before, a dark smile on his face.  'What I need now is someone from the inside.  Time to find out if the brat-Prince is still alive.' 

 

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"Mommy, what's wrong with that man?"

 

"Come here, honey.  Keep away from him.  He's just a poor beggar."

 

'Yes, nothing but a filthy beggar,' thought Allendrie.  'That's all these people think of me anymore.  But it’s a life I have to put up with for a little longer.  Soon, though  I'll be skilled enough to break into the palace and end my brother's tyrannous reign.' 

 

He continued with his beggar facade until he had acquired enough money to buy a meal at the local tavern.  On his way there, though, he became aware of someone shadowing him.  Allendrie gradually slowed his pace in attempt to get a better look at his stalker.  Finally, the man simply approached Allendrie. 

 

"Excuse me.  Aren't you Allendrie Merdoon?" 

 

"Yes, why do you ask?"

 

Allendrie suddenly realized how familiar the man seemed.  It was his last thought before a heavy  punch brought him to unconsciousness. 

 

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"I am still against this, Zara.  There is still much training you should do." 

 

"What is the point of possessing these powers if I can't use them to help people?  Besides, Kala-sensei, you yourself have said that I am more skilled at healing than any who have trained in the temple's history."

 

"But why, Zara?  Why so far away?  Can you not practice closer to home?  Why must you travel to Dewvron?"

 

"Its distance from the temple is the reason that I must go.  None of the Temple have gone to the continent of Untala in four hundred years.  There must be some place in Dewvron that desperately needs a healer and protector."

 

"Zara, I..."

 

"No, Kala-sensei.  My mind is made up.  You have nothing to worry about.  You yourself have trained me in the attack arts of Rei Ki and the use of weapons.  I will be perfectly safe."

 

"It is not bandits or vagabonds that worry me, Zara.  It is the fact that Dewvron may be at war.  We have had no trade ships from Untala in five years.  That means either a recession or outright conflict.  Either scenario is far from enjoyable." 

 

"Your fears may be well founded," Zara said, "but my decision has been made.  I sail for Dewvron in two days.  The journey will last a month, and I will be staying for seven years, the standard time for missionary work for the Temple."

 

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Two days later, Kala could not watch her go.  He sat in his chambers remembering the last embrace Zara had given him before she had left, remembering the love of one who had been a daughter to him.  He sat with regret in his heart, for he knew that he would not likely last another seven years.  Kala wept at the thought of never seeing his adopted daughter again.