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The Knight and I

As Glenn slept I decided to cast magic on him again. As I listened to his heart beat I sofltly chanted these words:
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Though your anger may arise,
Never forget your lovers eyes.
Your heart may feel broken,
Know you will not be forgotten.
May your dreams remind you,
Of a love you once knew.
Let that memory always be me.
When awake you are free.
When you sleep, we are bound.
But, kiss my lips and love will abound.
After two full moons the dreams will end.
I pray you kiss my lips by then.
If there is no kiss, love is no more.
You will never again think of me as before.
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When my chant was done I wiped away another tear. This would be a test of how much he truly loved me. He would be hurt when he was sent away. But, once away from me, he would dream of me. He would then decided on his own if he wanted to truly be with me or not. He had a time limit of two months. If he did not come for me by two months, the dreams would end and he would most likely move on with his life. I too would move on and marry the Mage.

I wanted Glenn to want me as a free man. If he still wanted me after being freed, I would accept him as my mate. I would never send him away again if he came to me as I hoped he would. I looked up to him and saw the look of joy on his face as he slept. This gave me hope that he would indeed return to me on his own accord. I sat up, careful not to awaken him, and teleported to the spot where we had made love by the fountain. I sat on the fountain and cried. I had never cried before and found I did not like it.

I found that my tears held magic as well. As my tears dropped into the water of the fountain the water turned black. Startled by this realization I stood and moved away from the fountain. I tried to teleport myself back into my chambers but could not. My magic had never failed me before, so I was confused. I tried several more times and I could not telport. I said to myself, "So, it has begun." I then tried to use my magic to stir the black water. The most I got was a minor ripple. I sighed and said, "It is time for him to go. Hopefully my magic will return when he is gone." I then walked back to the castle and entered. I then made my way back up to my chambers. I quietly opened the door to see him still sleeping. I sighed as I admired his masculine body.

I could not sleep and sat in a chair. I watched him sleep until the sun rose. When he began to stir I walked to the cabinet and opened the doors. His swords were still safe and sound in the cabinet. I picked them both up and was surprised by the weight. With no magic to help me lift them, I dragged them over to him. With an almost brash voice I said, "Awake. Dress. Take up these swords. Say not a word. Meet me on the steps outside of the castle main doors." I had to avoid eye contact because I knew if I looked into those eyes my resolve would be broken down.

I quickly walked out of the castle and too the stables. I ordered a stable hand to hurry up and saddle Glenn's horse and bring it in front of the castle by the main entrance. I then returned to the steps to wait for Glenn. The stable hand worked quickly and was walking the magnificent creature over to me.
 
Glenn awoke to find the sun risen, and his Mistress already awake. The harshness of her voice surprised him, as did her not looking directly at him, and her quick exit from his presence. Last night...she seemed happy and content. Had he offended her by not rising with the sun?

He dressed quickly, pulling on the splended clothes he had been given. As he tied the boots on, his eyes lingered on the sword belt that rested on the bed, and the twin blades it bore. With a solemn pace, he belted the swords to him, positioning the twin scabbards so he could both move freely and draw them easily if he needed to.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, warming him. His hands fell to the hilts of his swords and he felt the power in them. The aura of the Einlanzer was a cleansing thing, making him feel stronger and certain, and as always was the case when he grasped the hilt or unsheathed the blade, to his ears came the sound of an angelic song. From Sturmvogel, he felt lust. The Einlanzer desired justice and freedom, Sturmvogel existed for the thril of war and the raging storm. The faint rumble of distant thunder came to his ears, and the scent of ozone tickled his nose.

All knights who served the king bore magical weapons, powerful artifacts handed down within the noble families. The Holy Blade, Einlanzer was of Glenn's line, and was rumored to be even more powerful that mighty Gigas, the greast sword of the king. Sturmvogel had been of another line...the last of whom was Glenn's friend in the knights, his mentor, until he had died in the war. With his last breath, he gave the blade to Glenn. Thus it was that he had come to wield two of the most powerful magic weapons in the kingdom...if not the world.

Glenn all but ran to the gate, regretful he had taken even a few moments to commune with her blades. He came to a surprised halt at a familiar whicker. Fully saddled, his magnificent war horse, Epona was waiting, a groom standing far behind both the powerful mare and Glenn's Mistress.

The steel eyed knight-turned-servant bowed low to his Mistress, his hands spread in supplication. Were they traveling again so soon? For reasons unknown...Glenn felt a distant dread...
 
With a heavy heart I had to send him away. I thought by doing so my magic would return. I took his hands into mine and pulled him up and said, "Stand, Sir Glenn. Never again shall you bow to me. A Knight has no need to bow to a Sorceress." As he stood I released his hands. I still could not bring myself to look into those steely eyes. Those eyes would have torn down the wall I was presenting like a mighty battering ram. I wanted to tell him the truth. But, I was afraid. Afraid that my secret would be known and others would cause me or even him harm. Afraid that he would not desire me if he knew my magic had dwendled. Afraid he may stay out of pity. There were too many possibilities of revealing my secret to him.

I swallowed hard as I fought the tears. My body trembled being so close to him. It too fell in love with him and was begging me to not send him away. I softly said in almost a whisper for anything louder would have brought forth tears, "Sir Glenn. You are no longer a servant. Tell your King I have released you on good terms. And tell him I will ablige him in the future shall the kingdom have need of my services. Your property is yours again. I will send forth the papers to you soon. Thank you for your loyal service. May your path always be led by honor and courage. Go now." I turned and sighed as I pulled my hood down so no one could see my pain ridden face.

I knew he wanted to speak and I lifted my hand up while my back was still turned to hush him, "Say nothing brave and honorable Knight. Return to your King now." I quickly rushed off in almost a run to get away from him. Oh if only he knew how much I loved him. So much in fact that my love for him was the only thing that could destroy me. Man, beasts, demons.... nothing but my love for Sir Glenn could weaken me. The one I loved had become an enemy as a result of the power he had over me. The power that he was oblivious to having.
 
Glenn could say nothing. With a lift of her hand, she stilled the stunned refusal before it was formed on his lips. A hurt like none he had felt before burst his heart, and the hand he had raised as in protest faltered, slowly lowering to hang at his side. Her cloaked form disappeared behind the gates, the fabric swirling tantalizingly about her before the massive doors swung shut. The sound was as loud as a thunderclap, though it seemed to the stricken young knight as though it were the lid of his tomb slamming shut.

For long minutes, he stood, staring at the gates, disbelieving. She said she was pleased...that she loved him. That she wanted him with her...how...why...why had this happened? "Did I offend you, My Mistress," he whispered to the silent gates. "...what wrong have I done?"

He had opened himself to her...the woman of his dreams...offered himself to her. His soul, his body, he had given them, and she had accepted. How could she cast him out now? Did all that mean nothing to her? He'd given her his virginity...something that meant so much to him...and now she'd dismissed him. Not even thinking him enough to look him in the eye...

Heartbreak was a new emotion to Glenn, he wasn't prepared for the pain. But anger...anger he knew. And it was easy enough to shift one to the other. The clouds overhead rumbled ominously, then slowly at first, but with increasing strength in began to rain. Turning, he pulled himself up into the saddle, one hand taking the reins.

"...I gave her my heart...and I was cast out." His voice was soft, barely reaching his own ears over the hiss of the rain. The rumble of thunder came once more, stronger this time. "...Cast aside...for him..for the Mage." Jealousy rose in him, a choking bile that he fought back down. Even in his anger, he was a knight. He would not be envious of another. Even one who had all they he wanted. His hands clenched into fists and a clap of thunder shattered the calm sound of the rain. "Damn him!" "Damn her!" "Damn me!"

Fury bubbled up, and for the first time in his life Glenn found that he wanted to destroy something. Not to protect anyone, not for any purpose, just to vent his anger. "YAAAHH!" Epona let out a loud, shrill cry as he touched her flanks with his heels, the great warhorse bursting out into the storm. Glenn's steely eyes burned with pain and anger. "North, Epona!" "To the borderlands!" "Bandits and ogres, goblins...I'll kill them all!"

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Queen Leene felt a slight "tug" on her magical senses, looking up sharple from the reconstruction plans she had been examining. Unlike many kingdoms, this one respeced women and her husband gave her more power and responsibility that their neighboring countries would deem fitting for a woman. Part of this was due to her power in white magic, healing and divination...weaker but less consuming that the powerful magic the Sorceress wielded.

The graceful blonde rose, gathering the long skirt of her dress in her hands. She moved to the balcony of the tower that contained the royal apartments, clear eyes the color of a sapphire troubled. Leene's beauty was legendary, and as she stepped out onto the balcony, long hair burshed back by the wind, her blue dress contrasting with her pale skin, she was a sight to inspire tales. She took a deep breath, casting a minor divination. She looked to the southwest and there...she could see a storm. One that had sprung up from nowhere...and was tinged with magic. "Sturmvogel," she whispered. "Glenn...something's happened."
 
The day I sent away the one who stole my heart was the hardest day of my life. I could feel his pain. It stabbed my heart like a thousand daggers. It was all I could do to keep calm in front of the many servants. I walked quickly to my chambers and closed the doors behind myself. I fell onto my back on the bed and cried. I never knew how cruel love could be. Such heart ache was unknown to me. I wanted to die at that moment.

I could not eat when servants came to tell me of dinner. I just wanted to be left alone. And that night I lay on the cot he laid on in my chambers. I soaked in his scent as if it were the last thing I had of him. I covered myself with the blanket he used and stroked the pillow as if it were his chest. The tears and the lump in my throat refused to go away. I actually cried myself to sleep that night. The thunderstorm outside my castle didn't even faze me.

The next morning I awoke and stood from the cot. The storm had passed and I walked out onto the balcony that jutted off from my chambers. The sun was shinning bright and the birds soared and sang. Everything seemed bright and happy, except me. I looked off in the direction of the Kings castle and wondered how Glenn was faring. I wondered if he suffered as I did as well. The thought of him in pain brought tears to my eyes. All I could do at that point was hope he would get that kiss in time.

A servant came to tell me of breakfast and I again did not wish to eat. Later that afternoon the Mage arrived. A servant knocked on my chamber doors and said, "My lady, the Mage Alan Morrow has arrived as you requested." I said, "See to it that he receives a room a few doors down from mine. See that he is made to be comfortable. Tell him I am unwell and wish to see no one at the moment. Tell him I will see him tomorrow." The servant answered, "Yes, My Lady." I stretched out onto my bed and starred across the room to Glenn's cot. I cried again and when a servant called me for dinner I said, "I am not hungry. Leave me be. Do not come for me in the morning as well."

The servants did as I said and I cried myself to sleep again. One of the servants heard me sobbing. My servants cared much for me. None of them ever knew me to be so emotional. The servant who heard me sobbing sent a message to the apprentice I had released. The next morning I gathered myself and walked to my throne. I said not a word to anyone. I sat in my throne and starred off into space. A bit later I had business to tend to and did. This was one day I was grateful for my scribe. To this day I still can't remember who all I talked to and about what. I just went through the motions.

After it was all done my recently graduated apprentice teleported into the throne room and smiled warmly to me. I could see the concern in her eyes. We shared a very special bond indeed. I wanted to tell her everything. The mage, Glenn, the pain I felt.... Normally I would tell no one of such things. But, I needed to talk and she was the only one I would trust. I smiled to her and said, "Greetings! It does my heart well to see you!" She answered, "Yes indeed it does my heart well too. May we speak in privacy?" I answered, "Have dinner with me. We will talk after you have eaten." She agreed and said, "I will be there." She disappeared again. Right after she left I heard Alan ask me, "Who was that intoxicating woman?" I looked over my shoulder to see he had entered the throne room. I answered with a smile, "She was my apprentice. She is now a Sorceress. She has fought several battles by my side. I trust no one as I trust her. You would do good to befriend her, my fiancée." Part of me wished they would end up together. Without Glenn I didn't want to be with anyone.

At dinner I picked at my food as my apprentice, Amelia, and my fiancé, Alan, got to know one another. They were actually well suited for one another. They both were quite beautiful, young and magical. After dinner I spoke up, "Alan, please excuse us. Amelia and I have much to talk about. The servants here will do all they can to tend to any needs you may have. All you need do is ask. If I do not see you any more this evening, I will see you tomorrow." He smiled and nodded. As I stood he and Amelia did as well. I left the room with Amelia on my heels. I led her outside of the castle through the main doors. I stopped and turned to her as we stood on the steps, "Amelia, let me see your magic for myself. Teleport us to the tower that I trained you in often." The tower was actually the ruins of a destroyed castle. There was not top to the tower but the stone floor was stable and the sides did encase us.

She looked puzzled but did as I said. Once there she said, "Now, we can speak. I hear you have not been well, have refused food and have been sobbing. I saw for myself how you picked at your food. Please, tell me what troubles you." I sat on the floor and put my head in my hands. The tears came like a flood as I told her everything. She just sat next to me and draped an arm around me. When I was finished she said, "Your secrets are safe with me. I will stay with you awhile, at least until, or if, you marry Alan. I will assist with magic to uphold the illusion that your power is as string as ever." I thanked her and she continued, "But, I must ask why you do not just go to Glenn and tell him all of this as well. It sounds as if he loves you." With a sigh I said, "Fear is what stops me, Amelia. You do not come from a line of women who lose their magic when they fall in love. It is what happened to my Mother. The man I thought was my Father was not my Father. She fell in love with another and the one I thought was my Father killed them both. And the only reason he succeeded was because the love my Mother had for the other, reduced her Magic. What if history repeats it's self? I can't stand the thought of being without magic. And what frightens me even more is the possibility of Glenn being killed because of me. And I can't help but wonder if he would still feel the same if I became without magic." I looked up to her with tears, "I don't know how to live without magic." Amelia just hugged me and said, "It will all work out some way."

She then teleported us to my chambers. I lay on the bed and just starred off into the distance again. She said, "I will be in my old room, right beside you." I looked to her and smiled as she left. Once again I cried myself to sleep....
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Amelia sat on her bed and thought of all she had learned this evening. She felt very sad about the tragic love story that was revealed to her. And she thought of Alan. Strange feelings arose when she thought of him and knowing that her former mentor was not in love with him allowed her to think of him even more. Amelia decided she would indeed help her old Mentor as she said she would. But, she also wanted to see her with Glenn so that perhaps she herself could possibly be with Alan. If need be, she would get involved. But her involvement would have to be in a way wherein she would not betray her old Mentor’s trust. Amelia decided to let the spell run its’ course. Unless of course, her old Mentor still would not eat. She refused to stand by and watch her wither away over a broken heart.
 
The rain had stopped, but the sky remained dark and disturbed. Overhead, thunder rumbled faintly, as if a sated beast was purring as it settled to rest. A breeze rustled the branches of the drenched trees, sending a small shower down to the forest floor below. There was little noise, the creatures of the wood still waiting to see if the storm had passed.

Glenn, once more in his splendid armor, stood atop a huge brown mound, red covering much of it. Only when one stepped back could it be seen that the mound was in fact a body. A huge ogre, twice and half again the knight's height was sprawled out ont he ground. In the clearing that had once contained the ogre camp, other massive bodies littered the ground. Some were merely rent with terrible slashes, others were burned as though they had been struck by lightning. The red haired knight rose, the wind stirring his hair, blowing the stink of burned and unwashed bodies away.

None of the beasts had escaped, he had been certain of that. Those that had escaped his blades fell to the storm's fury. His fury, he knew, amplified and made into the storm by the power of the magic blade in his left hand. He looked about, noting the smaller bodies of the band's children...remembering how he had cut them down as well. He sighed, it was a good thing. They would grow to raid the nearby farm towns...but still...it seemed somehow...dishonorable.

Glenn lifted the blade in his right hand before him, staring at the perfect surface. "What say you, Einlanzer?" "Have I fallen or did I act with honor this day?" The blade was silent, but Glenn felt a distant impression of approval, but with it, a stern warning. "I see...not yet, but close...so very close."

He hopped down, then touched the blade to the ogre's body, the holy sword burning it to ash in an instant. Best not to let these rot...God knows what disease could come from it. Once all the bodies were burned, he walked to the middle of the former encampment. He'd been foolish to risk his honor so, all for the sake of rage. "My love has denied me, and I cannot face my King and Queen...my honor is all that is left to me." "I should not forget that so easily." His heart still ached, more painful than the wounds that had given him his scars. It hurt all the time...but during the fight, he had been able to ignore it. The pain wasn't the worst...the worst was the dreams...and the fact that they ended. How they taunted him!

Glenn cupped a hand to his mouth, whistling a simple but sweet melody loudly into the calming air. From the woods, came an answering whinny and minutes later, Epona cantered out into the clearing. Glenn smiled at the magnificent horse, scratching behind her ears and pressing her forehead to his own. "Hello, Epona." "I made it out again." The mare whickered, her breath warm against his wet face. "I see you managed to stay dry, clever one." "I'll have to learn how you do that one day."

He mounted up, taking one last look at the ravaged hillside. Then he turned and Epona began to trot. "Let us ride from this place, and hope that some farmer will be kind enough to let us use his barn." "And that I do not dream tonight," he thought. "The dreams of her are so sweet...they make the hard reality so much harder to face."
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Queen Leene sat in an ancient chair, her delicate features pensive as the candles burned low in the royal apartments. Her husband was up late tonight, as he had been for most of the nights since the war had ended. There was so much rebuilding to do, and he cared so much about getting it done properly.

She began to hear voices in the corridor nearing the door, one bassy and rumbling, the other was tired but still commanding and distinctly regal. Leene smiled, Calad was badgering her husband to rest again. Bless the old knight's heart.

The door opened, King William and Sir Calad entering the rooms. William was still garbed in his ermine cape and the gold circlet that served as his crown was a bit askew. There was gray in his hair, despite his relative youth...gray that had not been there a year ago. "Sir Calad, there is too much to do for me to rest!" "Rebuilding the kingdom is of the utmost importance, as king-"

Calad snorted, the old knight's muscled vastness seeming to somehow swell with the action. "As king you've an obligation to keep yourself alive, Your Majesty, and you're working yourself to death." "Reconstruction's gone more smoothly than anyone expected, in part because of your labor, but the fatigue is starting to get to you, My King."

William rolled his eyes, throwing the rich ermine cape over a chair negligently. The king's hatred for formality and the trappings of his office was a poorly kept secret, and Leene smiled as her love took the crown off and began to lazily twirl it on his index finger. "Don't interrupt me, Calad." "I value your friendship and your counsel but do not overstep yourself."

Leene stood, gliding between the two men. "Sir Calad is only concerned for you, My King." She never used his title when they were in private, and the formality of her speech caught his attention. "As are we all."

He sighed, and in that moment, all the fatigue and worry he felt was etched on his face, again him decades for that moment. "I have been neglecting you, haven't I, Leene?" "I'm sorry, love, there's just...there is so much that must be done."

"And it's being done, William." She moved to his side, a slim hand coming to rest on a hand that prefered to grasp a sword hilt to a scepter. "You've done more in the last few weeks than we had planned, we're ahead of schedule."

"I know." King William looked into her eyes, then to the large open window to the lights of the city around the Citadel. "The country has suffered so much...and I wish to make it right."

"You can't hurry it too much, William," Calad rumbled. "This will take time." "You cannot heal such wounds as we've suffered so quickly." The huge knight ran a hand through his beard. "I served your father, William and called him friend as I do you." "You've done well in this, better than he would have." "If you keep working yourself so, you will hurt yourself, and...well, not to be rude, but you have no heir." "You must think of the kingdom."

William and Leene had both blushed a bit at the mention of the lack of an heir. William frowned, refusal already on his lips, "I am thinking of the kingdom." "I have to do all that I can, even if I suffer for it."

Leene then smiled, "What if you could do both, husband?"

Knight and king turned to look at the young woman, "Both?"

Leene beamed her most radiant smile, "Of course." "If you did take a little trip, away from all this, got a little rest in, but were still serving the kingdom, that would be acceptable, wouldn't it?"

William cocked an eyebrow, "Certainly...you have something in mind?"

Leene nodded, "Barely two days ago, the power of Sturmvogel was unleashed in the north." "My divinations tell me that Sir Glenn still holds the sword, and that he is wielding it." "This morning, we recieved the deeds to his lands, returned to him by the Sorceress." "Surely discovering the fate of our magnificent friend, and one of our greatest knight is in the kingdom's interest?" "Espeicially since it is involved with a pact we had with an ally."

William looked at her for a moment, somewhat surprised. Then he smiled slowly, the first genuine smile Leene had seen on his face for days. "Yes...yes, it is." "You are very correct, my queen." "We must look into this at once." He turned to the older man in the room, "I hope you will accompany us, Sir Calad."

Calad bowed, "I would be glad to, Your Majesty." He could have kissed Leene. That would satisfy his king's sense of duty, and get a little rest into him. "I shall make the preperations, Majesties." "Let us be on the road tomorrow."
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The barn was warm, the smell of hay filling Glenn's nostrils. The young knight set an empty bowl down on the bench he was sitting upon, sighing contendly. The family of the farmstead he had chanced upon had been stunned to find one of the king's knights seeking shelter for the night. They'd offered him a bed, but he insisted on staying in the barn. After relating a tale or two, and eating two bowls of a savory stew, he retreated to the barn with yet another bowl, some bread, and a blanket.

The lanterns in the barn cast flickering light over the surface. Epona, stabled with the plow horse was already slumbering. Glenn rose slowly, walking to a hay pile. He was tired...and the hay looked warm and inviting. Yet...he feared sleep. She would come in his dreams, and in the morning, he would be reminded of his loss anew.

Still, part of him wanted the dreams to come. To be with her, if only in that phantom space that the sleeping mind exists in. For long minutes he stared at the golden hay, trying to come up with a reason he should stay awake. Finally, he shook his head, then shaped a little "bed" for himself and lay down. The hay was as warm as it had looked, and the scent was pleasant. Within minutes, his steel gray eyes closed. Passing into slumber, he dreamed....
 
The next day I attended to business as usual. But, Amelia was by my side as well as Alan. When I had to give a display of magical force Amelia managed to be the one to do it. But, of course, no one knew but us. The staff I weilded had the static magic on it's own. So, when I needed it to give a shock to someone, it did.

When business was concluded I retreated to my chambers. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Alan looking concerned. As I stood ay my doors I turned to him and walked a few feet until I stood before him. He smiled charmingly, "Will you honor me by spending a few moments with me?" I sighed because I knew he was not deserving of my behavior. He was nice enough so I decided to put my grief to the side to give him a few moments of my time. With a smile I said, "Let us walk. My legs could use the exercise." So, we left the castle and walked down a path in the surrounding woods. He hooked his arm around my elbow like a gentleman should as we walked. When we had gone far enough from prying ears we stoped and sat on a bench.

As the birds were singing all around us he turned to me with a friendly look upon his face. He said, "You are by far the most beautiful woman I have ever met." I just smiled and said, "Thank you." He sighed and loked a bit more serious, "DO you ergret the arrangement we have made?" The question surprised me. It was almost as if he had been reading my mind. I sighed and sat back in the bench, "Alan, you are young, handsome and strong in magic. You could have any woman of this land. I understand I was chosen because of my power. And you find me attractive. But, is it really enough?" He too then looked suprised as he sat back, "I know you do not love me. Do you think in time you could grow to love me?" I looked into his concerned eyes, "I could grow to love you as I do Amelia. But, I do not think I could love you as a life mate." He seemed to have gotten is feelings hurt so I reached over and cupped his hand with mine and smiled, "Not because you are not lovable. The problem lays with me, Alan. I love another and probably always will. But, I can never tell him of that love. When you and I get married it will be a marriage between friends. We will have children. I will not deny you that. But, you must know now that you will probably never have my heart."

Alan stood up exhaled. He looked down to me and extended his hand to help me rise to my feet. He hooked my arm again and we continued our walk. A soft smile returned to his face and he said, "I found myself quite smiten with Amelia. I believe I could fall in love with her. I have much admiration and respect for you. And I suppose we are both honor bound to uphold our arrangements. But, I suppose you should know I will always wonder what life could have been like with Amelia." I felt a sense of relief at what he said. If he felt this way about her, perhaps she did as well. And if she did, perhaps I could get them to marry each other instead.

I asked Alan, "Alan, have you told Amelia how you feel?" He nodded his head, "No. I thought it not a proper thing to do while engaged to you." He chuckled, "I'd hate to experience your wrath." I could not help but chuckle as well, "My wrath is usually kindled by dishonesty. I have seen that you are willing to be very honest with me. I respect that. Be honest with me and you will have nothing to fear." He sighed, "I understand." We then turned around and head back toward the castle.

As we approached the castle he stopped and turned to me, "You said you love another and can not tell him. Is he the reason you pick at your food or do not eat at all? Are you mourning?" My heart sank as our conversation was becoming to personal, "I think of him, yes. Please, let us talk of him no more." Alan said, "I aplogize for my forwardness. It seems I got too personal. Please forgive me, Sorceress." I smiled and and squeezed his arm, "Think nothing more of it, my friend." We resumed walking and as we stood at the main doors he asked, "Will I see you for dinner?" With a smile I said, "Perhaps. If not, I will see you in the morning. I suppose we should start the wedding plans tommorow." He nodded and I turned to return to my chambers.

Once in my chambers I again did not eat dinner. And sleep came soon after tears. In the morning I refused breakfast and Amelia came to my chambers looking worried as usual. She tried to convince me to eat but I refused. She then said, "You told Alan that you would begin the wedding plans today. Should I send him in so that you may discuss them? I can stay as a chaperone." I sighed and nodded my head, "Amelia, I can not marry him. He is a wonderful person. His outward beauty perhaps distracts people from his inward beauty. But, I can never love him. I will always love Glenn." I then cupped her hand in mine, "Amelia, Alan is in love with you. You should be with him, not me."

Amelia did not looked too surprised at what I said. With a hint of a blush she said, "I beleive you are right. I must admit, I find him quite charming." I chuckled, "So, why don't you two unite? I do not wish to marry anyone but Glenn. But, that does not appear to be in the cards. So, I would rather remain unmarried." Amelia sighed, "Do you wish me to tell Alan of your decison?" I smiled, "Yes. But, you must tell him how you feel as well. And you must tell him that I give my blessings. He may stay on here as well as you. If you decide to marry, you can do it right here." Amelia then looked surprised, "This Glenn certainly has softened your heart. There was a time when you would have seen me as a betrayer because of my feelings for Alan. And you may have made me suffer for it." With a chuckle I said, "Even if I did feel that way, there is not much I could do about it." I patted her hand, "But, I do not feel that way. You were both willing to sacrifice your feelings for one another to honor me. I can not blame you for the emotions in your heart. Had you of acted on those feelings without my knowledge, then I would have called you a betrayer. Now, go. Tell your love of your affection for him. Do not worry so over me."

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After their walk Alan was left feeling a bit sad. He had agreed to marry Ella but feared he loved Amelia. Ella did not love him either and pined for another. He knew while they were married her heart would always belong to another. And he wanted to be with Amelia. He was honor bound and would do as planned. He layed his head on his pillow and thought of Amelia. He fell asleep soon after.

In the morning he awoke and ate breakfast. Ella, of course, did not join them. She remained in her bed. Alan and Amelia chatted as they ate. Alan told Amelia that he and Ella were to begin wedding preparation that day. Amelia agreed to speak with Ella to find if she still wished to meet with Alan that day.

After she spoke with Ell, Amelia went to the chamebrs of Alan. She knocked on the door and he opened it for her. When she came in she closed the door behind herself. She told Alan that Ella did not wish to marry him. She then told him that it was good because she loved him. He admitted his love for her and they embraced in a warm hug and kissed passionately. Amelia said, "Ell even said if we ever want to get married we coud do it here." Alan looked very happy and went to one knee, "Amelia, my love. Will you marry me?" Amelia was surprised and a tear dripped from her eye, "Yes! Yes, Alan!" They hugged and kissed again.

At dinner Ella refused food again. Amelia was growing concerned. She told Alan, "Alan, we must find the one she loves and tell him. We must convince him to come for her. I fear she will waste away over a broken heart." Alan asked, "Who is the one she loves? It is not that servant she sent away is it?" Amelia sighed, "That was no mere servant. That was a Knight. It was Sir Glenn." Alan loked shocked, "THE Sir Glenn?! I had no idea! Why was he in the capacity of a servant for her?" Amelia answered, "It was part of a deal she made with the King. She helped to rid an enemy but her price was her pcik of his Knights to serve as her personal servant. Sir Glenn happened to be the one she chose. He held to his honor and served her." Alan looked confused, "She had one of the Royal Knights at her disposal. Why ever would she release him?" He sighed as he understood why on his and continued, "Because she fell in love with him. I understand now. But, what I do not understand is why she can not tell him." Amelia knew why but was unsure if she should tell Alan. She simply said, "I know not why either. But, he must be told. I fear her very life may depend on it."
 
There were many taverns in the kingdom, and most of them had seen a knight or two in thier time, traveling from one corner of the land to another on missions of minor and dire import. Eight Raucous Fishwives With Flails (or "8" as it was usually referred to), was known throughout the kingdom for it's ale, it's food, and for the patronage of the knight on whose land it stood, Sir Calad. So the large and boisterous crowd was not entirely unsurprised when the aging knight appeared at nightfall, astride his mighty charger, the great hammer Caestus Terra at his side. He was welcomed with familiarity not quite becoming his station, as many of the patrons had already been drinking for some time, and accepted it with his usual flourish and style.

"You beer soaked rats!" The huge man bellowed, "By God and the King, I've had enough of your insolence!" He strode forward, swinging the hammer that could shatter castle gates almost negligently. The irate knight pulled a particularily besotted man off his bench, "You, Jack Tanner!" "For waht reason should I spare your life?"

The tanner took a moment to deeply ponder the matter in the way that only a drunken man can, glazed eyes unfocused. "I reckon Yer Grash would ha' t' put up wi' me wife." "Faith, Shur Cala...Cladma...Shur Knight, I'd wish tha' on no man.."

Sir Calad's face grew darker with fury, then he dropped the intoxicated tanner onto his feet, "When your wife's upset, I can hear her screaming in my keep, a better punishment will be to send you home!"

There was a chorus of raucous laughter, the normal boisterous mood of the tavern returning. As Sir Calad bought a round for all present, his two cloaked companions quietly slipped upstairs and into the rooms that had been made ready.

Once inside, King William pulled the hood of his cloak down, a broad smile on his face as Calad's rumbling voice could be heard below, another roar of laughter following it. "He certainly seems at home here, doesn't he?"

Queen Leene, radiant in a plain grey country dress, shook her head as she hung her traveling cloak on the door. "This boasting and blustering of his, as well as all this drinking...is it really necessary?"

William chuckled, "It's as much part of him as his beard, love." "In some ways, that's the real Calad down there, not the man who counsels me at court."

"He hates all that even more than you do." "But that's no need to act like a...a...ruffian." With a prim sniff, Leene began to inspect the offered bed.

William had opened the shutters, staring out into the night. "Two minstrels singing new deeds of him today." "And both songs rang true..." Leene's magic could tell that much, the songs hadn't even been very much exaggerated...which meant they were new, and that Glenn was hurling himself into terrible dangers. "It's not like him...a village of ogres, a warg pack...so risky...and so abrupt." "He's more cautious than this."

Leene sighed, her husband had turned back into King William when her back was turned. "It is him, William." "Something has driven him to act in this way, what I cannot say." "Perhaps the sorceress has directed him to strike down these creatures?" "Perhaps some other force whips him on the reckless path?"

"I'm worried, Leene." "That we won't reach him in time." The young king was not yet thirty, but at that moment, worry etched on his face, he looked decades older. "I worry-"

"Too much," she interrupted. The honey haired beauty laid one hand on her husband's arm, the other pulling the shutter closed. "Worry does you only ill, my heart." "Do not fear for Glenn, or the kingdom." "We will save them...both of them."

William nodded, then smiled sheepishly. "I'm not relaxing as much as I should, am I?"

Leene snorted, "Not even a little, and I am most cross with Your Majesty on that score." Though her tone was bantering, there was real concern in her eyes. "When you worry yourself into an early grave, who will be blamed?" "Me, your hen-pecking wife."

William kept himself from laughing. Any man with a pulse would love to be hen-pecked by a woman like Leene. "Well, I don't want that on your reputation." "I shall begin relaxing at once, if only to make sure that no one would ever slander your character so."

Leene beamed, the little game ending well it seemed. "Your Majesty is gracious."

"My Majesty truly is," he agreed, drawing a mock noise of frustration from his wife.

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Glenn sat with his back against the trunk of a great tree, the dancing light of his campfire casting red shadows over his trail- and care-worn face. Across the fire, Epona whickered, a note of concern in the mare's voice.

The red haired knight actually smiled, the first time in days. "Thank you for your concern, but I am fine." He'd barely slept or ate the last two days, tracking down a band of border raiders that had been pillaging virtually unchecked. He'd chased down the last of them today. "We'll keep going." "The townsfolk said that there are trolls in the hills that have been killing people...not even a day's ride from here."

The mare's answering whinny was reproachful, and not a little sassy.

Glenn yawned, then shook his head. No. He didn't want to sleep. He didn't want to dream. "I don't need to take a day and rest, I will bring peace of mind to these people." "The monsters don't rest." "Why should I?"

As he said it, his eyes flicked down to a visible mark on his breastplate. One of the raiders had marked him with a shining short sword. Had the blade been better made, it would have been a wicked wound, not a mere blemish on his armor. He was tired, riding hard from one battle to another, with as little rest as possible. It was taking a toll...he was getting sloppy.

"You're killing yourself," he thought, plainly giving words to the feeling that had taken hold of him since his love, His Mistress had cast him out. "You're seeking death out, daring it to take you."

The thought was a disturbing one...all the more so as he knew that it was true. He fell silent, leaning his head back against the rough bark of the tree. Staring upward, he could see here and there, a patch of stars through the verdant leaves. "My Mistress...my only love...why did you forsake me?" "Why do you haunt me so?" "Why does this pain only grow stronger?"

He could feel sleep coming, and he sighed. He would dream of her, he knew. Perhaps, he woud be able to hear her words tonight, and speak to her. Maybe if he asked her why, she would tell him.
 
Alan Intervenes

Though Alan did not wish to marry Ella, he did care for her. He saw a side of her that perhaps no one else had. He realized that she was just misunderstood. To know she was in love made her seem so human to him now. And the fact that she gave her blessing for him to be with Amelia made him appreciate and respect her even more. He saw that she was not the wrathful demon that people portrayed her as. She did have a heart after all.

Alan had a magic that dealt with dreams. In fact, it was his strongest skill. He could enter someone's mind as they slept and view what they dreamed of. This helped him to know a person much better. He could also enter the dreams and sway them if he chose. In the dream world he could take shape of anything or anyone. The sorceress could influence what a person dreamed about but could not view them and enter them like Alan could.

He could also find a person while they slept no matter where they were. All he had to do was concentrate on the person's name and hold something that belonged to them. No w all he needed was something of Glenn's. He believed he took everything with him when he left. But then he remembered something. Glenn's clothes were different went he left. That meant perhaps the clothes he had on first were still there. So, found the servant that would know and found that the clothes were indeed still available. He retrieved the clothes and returned to his own chambers.

He walked looked out an open window into the starry sky and mumbeled to himself, "Just what is on your mind, Sir Glenn?" He then laid back onto his bed and closed his eyes while clutching the clothing. He repeated Glenn's name as he entered a meditative state. Flashes filled his mind as he magic searched for Sir Glenn. A bright light filled his mind as his magic found it's target. What he saw frightened even him. What he saw was burried so deep in Glenn that Alan was unsure if Glenn even knew what he dreamed of.

He saw the recent actions of a maddened Sir Glenn. Blood splattered all around. The dream it's self had a red haze to it. He could see that Sir Glenn had destroyed whole tribes with his mighty sword. Alan could feel the anger, hatred and pain. Sir Glenn was in pain. He then saw the influenced dream of Ella. He knew right away that it was a spell induced dream. He understood the cryptic message that barely audible in the background of the dream. Only magic users as himself could hear this message in a dream. The message was merely the incation said for the dream. Alan understood that it meant Glenn had to kiss Ella for them to be together. And he knew he was running out of time. Alan decided to step into the dream as an angelic looking apparition. He glowed white and said to Glenn in the dream, "A kiss will tell all. Time is running out. Seek her out." He then quickly dissapeared from the dream. Not knowing why a kiss was required and a time limit given there was not much more Alan could say. Even if he did know more, perhaps he had intruded enough already.

Alan opened his eyes as he broke the connection. He said to himself, "My, my Sir Glenn. You have gone mad with heart break. Why are the two of you being so stubborn? One wastes away and the other dares death to take him on. Time is running out Sir Glenn. You'd better be on your way soon or you will lose the one you love so." He heard a knock on his chmber door and shoved the clothing under his bed. He said, "Come in." In came Amelia. SHe closed the door behind herself as Alan stood from his bed. He had a wicked grin on his face, "Someone might have saw you come in here." Amelia returned the wicked grin, "No, I made dure of it." She had a flirtatous manner about her as she walked to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "I desire you, Alan. Do you desire me as well?" Alan pressed his lips to hers and lifted her into his arms. He laid her down on the bed made quick work of stripping her clothing off. As he laid himself between her open legs he suckled her neck softy and whispered, "Oh yes, I desire you. I could not even deisre breathing more than I desire you."

He stripped his own clothing off and began exploring her body. kisses were planted here and there all over. And he tasted her sex. This made him feel like an animal as he quickly positioned his manhood to touch her tender yet moist opening. He looked down at her with intensity that she had never seen in anyone, "I will have you know, my love." Before she could say a word he began sliding himself into her. She moaned in ecstacy and arched her back to get as close to him as she could. The pace soon quickened along with their pulses. The pleasure was so good that first time that it was no long before they both climaxed in each other's arms. With still heaving chests they proclaimed their love for one another again. Neither of them could believe how good the other felt.

Ella on the other hand, alone in her chambers, rememebered making love to Glenn. She remmebred how warm and strong he felt as she wrapped her arms around herself as if it were his arms hugging her. Tears filled her again as her weak body drifted to sleep.
 
"A kiss will tell all. Time is running out. Seek her out."

Mist clung to the trees, eddying around them in the sluggish breeze that wafted through the forest. Here and there in the pale light of early morning, a birdcall sounded, faint and distorted in the thick grey air. Glenn stood in the ashes of his fire, the powdery remnants sticking to the dampness of his worn boots. The handsome but now drawn face stared ahead, steely eyes seeing not the fog or the wood, but the dream...and the angleic figure that had appeared at its close.

She had come to him, as always. All but weeping, he had taken her into his arms, and great had been thier joy. Her prefect lips moved, and she spoke...but it was in words of magic that fled his mind as soon as they were heard. For long hours it seemed, he held her so. But it was not to be. As always, she pulled out of his arms, her eyes despairing, and cast him away from her. Neither moved, yet in a moment she was far away, barely visible on the horizon, leaving him naked and grieving, abandoned once more. Then the air came alive with a muted stir of voices, as though some vast choir were singing a hymn whose words he could not make out. Then in a column of light, the angle had appeared. Ethereal, beautiful, and sad. It raised a hand, and pointed.

"A kiss will tell all. Time is running out. Seek her out."

Never had that happened before. Each day he had awoken to find that his heartbreak renewed by the cruel sweetness of his dreams. Never had he heard her words, and never had this...being come to him.

Yet its words made much clear. They sliced through the pain and rage, and he saw a truth he had not considered before. The lean cavalier rolled his neck, looking into the sky. "A test." "One most cruel and unlooked for, but it is a test." "Whether my love for her is greater than my oath to obey her commands." His hands clenched into fists at his sides. "A test I must fail, no matter my action." "If I go to her, I have disobeyed her, betrayed her trust in me." "If I stay, as she bade me, then I am false as a lover."

The impotence of it all was unbearable. How could she do this to him? This was even worse than being cast aside. Failing her, no matter how he chose. His honor would be forever tainted, and there was no way to stop it. It was like a sword blow that he saw coming in, but knew he could not parry.

The still of the morning was broken as he let out a snarling howl of frustration, turning and punching the trunk of the tree that had sheltered him with all his might. The great oak shuddered, and droplets of dew spattered on him, as Glenn drew back, his fist shaking with emotions he struggled to contain. "Fortune saw my through the war, and I counted myself blessed." "How could I have known that my sorrow and shame were yet to come." "Better I had fallen."

He sighed bitterly. What had he become? This last week...a berserker, ashamed to return to his king, now cowering here in the forest...so furious that he refused to move in either direction. What would Sir Dario think of him now? What would his father think?

After consulting the map in his saddlebags, Glenn made his way to the nearby spring. He bathed quickly, washing away dirt and blood. The water was fridgid, but as he leaped in, he felt somehow lighter, and as he burst through the surface, water running down his tightly muscled body, his doubt was gone. With a deft hand, he shaved the rough growth of whiskers that had sprouted on his cheeks, allowing the cool air to dry him. A fresh set of clothes came out of a saddlebag, and after donning it, he fell to polishing his armor.

At noon, he rode from the forest. Sunlight gleamed off of his shining armor, his red hair streaming out in the wind behind him as he thundered down the road. He did not hear the pounding of Epona's hooves, only the last words of his father. "I know you will become a worthy knight." "Never forget, whatever oaths you may swear...your heart is free." "Have the courage to follow it."

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"He was here, I'm sure of it." Sir Calad rose from where he had been kneeling by what was once a fire. "And not long ago..."

William was examining a pile of cloth and sacks, taken from the body of one of the bandtis Glenn had exterminated the day before. "Hmmm," he replied, turning over a cloak with a dagger. "How long, I wonder."

Leene closed her eyes, willing The Sight to her. "Barely three hours past he rode forth from here." "In great haste...to the south."

Calad slapped his hands together, "Ha!" "We've got the fool boy now!"

"Sir Calad, take a look at this." William, who hadn't really heard Leene and the old knight's exchange, was holding a gleaming short sword in one hand. "It's from one of the bandits that he must have come here to fight."

"Your Majesty," Calad took the blade, barely glancing at it, "We must not delay if we are to catch up with Sir Glenn."

William gritted his teeth, "I know you are called the Mountain for your strength and endurance, old friend, but I didn't think you were as stubborn as rock as well." "Look at the sword."

The older knight stiffened at the rebuke, and took a closer look at the blade. "Mmm..good steel...leaf shaped blade...a Rhenish design, I'd say."

Leene was peering at it as well, beginning to see what her husband had. "No nicks or rust." "It has been well cared for." "I would expect this of a soldier, not a bandit."

William nodded, "My thought as well." He gestured to the pile of gear, "All of this is well made, but also made to look shabby." "Like a bandit's clothes..."

Calad tugged at his long beard. "That doesn't make much sense, Your Majesty." "What would a Rhenish soldier be doing here disguised as a bandit?"

William frowned, looking eastward to the border with Rhenland. "I don't know, Sir Calad." "However, I think we must find out...and I feel in my heart that we will not like the answer."

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Day faded into night, and dawn came again to the land. The rosy rays of the rising sun fell over Ella's castle, painting the fine structure a pale red. The guards on duty spoke quietly among themselves. Their Mistress was not well. Never had there been such a disruption like this. None of them spoke of it aloud, for she might be listening, but the strain in each muffled voice as they made small talk about the coming day was plain.

"Sergeant!" The watch officer rose from where he had been seated, halbred grasped in his experienced hands. The young guardman who had hailed him was pointing to the north, "A rider approaches!"

The gate sergeant gestured as he moved toward the gate, four men falling in with him. "Who would be here at this time...be wary, boys." "I doubt anyone is foolish enough to attack out Mistress's castle, but there are always madmen."

The rider grew closer, and as he did so, the light of the sun set his armor aglow, until the guardsmen could not look at him directly. As he drew near, he reined in his mount, slowing to a trot. The guards drew back as they recognized him, arrayed in his full armor, his auburn locks like a banner in the stiff wind, handsome face composed, stern, and determined. "Well met, Sergeant." Glenn's voice was kind with a hint of fatigue in it, for he had ridden without stop to reach this place. "I pray you to permit me entry, and take me to the scribe that I may request an audience with your lady." "I am Sir Glenn of Mac Anu, and am a friend of your lady, as she is of my king."

The guards stared at this shining youth for a few long moments, before the sergeant cleared his throat. "You...You are known to me, Serv...Sir Glenn." "Your courtesy and honor are well known, I shall take you at your word." He glanced at the heavily breathing horse, "Your pardon, Sir Knight, but your mount looks greatly fatigued." "Would you prefer to continue on foot?" "I will have a valet see to her needs."

Glenn nodded before dismounting, "I am indebted to you, Sergeant." "It pains to to have ridden my steed do hard to reach this place, but my haste is great, as is my need to see you lady." "Please take good care of Epona."

"Of course, Sir Knight." He tilted his head, and two guards came forward, one taking the great mare's reins in his hands, the other pulling off saddlebags to lighten her load.

"Thank you, Sergeant." Glenn looked up at the palace, remembering his first sight of it. How he had felt both anticipation and dread at that moment! How sweet the feeling of her leaning against his back as they rode through the gates. "Pray, let us make haste to the scribe." "I will gladly wait my turn for an audience...but my heart bids me to move with all the speed I can muster."

The sergeant nodded, and turned, tapping the butt of his weapon on the ground. Immediately, four soldiers formed up around Sir Glenn, an honor guard...and something of a precaution. Just in case. A fifth ran ahead to find the scribe and inform him of this most unexpected petitioner.
 
I had grown quite weak and was unable to tend to my duties as usual. Fortunately, Amelia stepped in without hesitation. By all accounts she did a fine job as well. So well in fact that I considered giving her the castle, servants and influence I had. I knew I was dying. I believed it was only a matter of time anyway. I had no desire to live and had no desire to retain my worldly possessions and influence. Between the two of them, I was sure they could run these lands of mine very well.

Occasionally I did take a short stroll within the castle. I saw the wedding decorations being put up and thought their wedding would be wonderful. Their wedding was to take place in only a few days. Amelia and Alan seemed so in love and excited about their wedding that I honestly felt a bit jealous. I did however see the irony that the castle would have been decorated for my wedding but it was now being decorated for someone else’s wedding. I heard some of the servants making plans to decorate the outside of the castle the next and sighed. Part of me was looking forward to the wedding because I just knew Amelia and Alan were soul mates. But, the other part of me dreaded the pain I would surely feel in my heart. It had been almost 2 weeks and I had not heard from Glenn. So, I suppose I gave up on him returning to me.

I returned to my chambers and fatigue made me quickly fall asleep. A simple walk down the corridors exhausted me. I also saw the looks of the servants as I walked. This made me feel very uncomfortable so I decided to just stay in my chambers during the day.
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Amelia and Alan walked through the gardens hand in hand and happily chatted. Alan felt like he was deceiving Amelia by not telling her how intervened between Ella and Glenn. So, he sat down on a bench and Amelia sat next to him. She saw the concern in his face and asked, “My love, what troubles you?” Alan sighed, “Amelia, I have done something that will most likely disturb you.” He looked into her eyes, “I feel like I am deceiving you by not telling you.” Amelia looked concerned, “Come now. We are to be married in a few days. You can talk to me freely, my love. I am sure there is nothing you can do that would turn me from you.” Alan sighed and tightly closed his eyes. He opened them and looked back into her eyes, “I interfered in the dreams Ella had made Glenn have.” Amelia looked confused. She did not understand what he meant. He smiled nervously, “I have a magic ability where I can enter someone’s dream and see what they dream of. I can also take any form and involve myself in the dream. By doing this I see what is truly in one’s heart. All I have to do is hold something that belongs to the person and enter a meditative state.”

Amelia looked angry as she stood and looked at him with a scowl, “You intrude on the privacy of the dreams of others! So, have you done this to me as well?!” Alan stood and took her hands into his, “No! I would never do that to you. I trust you. I just felt so bad for Ella. I had to understand what was going on. I may be marrying you, but you have to understand that I care for her. She has a good heart and is just misunderstood. But, make no mistake; I am completely in love with only you.” Amelia exhaled sharply because she had withheld from him as well. They sat down together and she looked into his eyes, “I understand, love. But, I have withheld from you as well. I know I can trust you. You see, when you asked why Ella can not be with the one she loves I said I didn’t know. The truth is, I do know. I will trust you with this secret if you assure me you will not speak a word of it to anyone else.”

He was the one who looked concerned now, “Rest assured the secret will remain as a secret forever more within me.” Amelia sighed, “Ella comes from a line of Sorceress’ that have very strong magical power until they fall in love. Ella fell in love with Glenn and began to lose her power. Now that she is dying of a broken heart she has no magic power. I have been using my magic to make it seem as though she still has magic. She was afraid that Glenn may not want her if he found she had no magic anymore. And she was afraid of being vulnerable. So, her plan was to release him before he knew the truth. She put the spell on him in hopes he would return to her. If he returns on his own free will and plants a kiss on her lips, she will tell him everything. She is afraid to risk being so vulnerable if he does not truly love her. You must tell me what you did in the dream. He must come of his own free will.” Alan sighed, “As a magic user I heard her incantation being repeated in the shadows of the dream. But, I could not understand the reasoning. I then realized that she merely influenced his dreams to dream of her. But, how he dreamed of her was up to him. He dreamed of her as only one in love would. He does love her, Amelia. But, he is very hurt and angry. I saw in his other dreams that he has become quite savage as a result. I believe he has been slaughtering Orcs and other things.”

Amelia asked, “Then what did you do in the dream?” He said, “I appeared as an Angel and simply told him that a kiss would explain all and he should seek her out.” Amelia rested a hand on his shoulder, “I believe that was well done. He will still come on his own accord if he chooses to. And the rate at which she is deteriorating I doubt she would have made it the full three months. The only fear I have is that he may come here from that same pain and anger. I pray he does not try to slay her.” Alan stood up and puffed his chest out like a mighty Knight, “I will not allow that! He will have to strike me down first!” Amelia stood up wrapped her arms around his neck, “Me too, my love. We will protect her at all costs. She has brought my soul mate to me.” He looked longingly into her eyes, “And I hold my soul mate in my arms as we speak.” A passionate kiss was then shared.
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A guard rushed into the castle and sought out the scribe. As the scribe looked up from his books, the guard said, “Sir Glenn is asking for an audience with Lady Ella. He is waiting outside now!” The scribe looked puzzled and asked, “What would the mighty Knight known as Sir Glenn of two swords want with her? He was sent away.” The guard said, “I know not. But, he is in full armor and seems almost desperate to speak with her. He even
involved his heart in the urgency.” The scribe stood, “She in not in good health. I am not sure she will agree to grant him an audience or even if she is able to. I will go to her and ask. I am sure he will appreciate a good meal. Have the cooks prepare food for him and have him wait in the dining hall. Even if she will not agree to a meeting perhaps we can at least provide such a worthy Knight with a good meal.” The guard agree and
rushed off to the cook. He explained everything and rushed back to Sir Glenn.

Slightly panting from rushing around he said, “Please, follow me to the dinning hall. I have spoken with the Scribe. He will speak to Lady Ella and inform us if she is willing to meet with you.” As they walked he said, “I must prepare you in the event she will grant an audience. She has been very ill. Her appearance has drastically changed since you last laid eyes upon her. None of us know what is wrong with her. Though we suspect she may be dying. Of what, we know not. It seemed to begin right after you
left. But, I see you are well. So, one would assume it would not be some disease given by you. No one else in the castle seems to be ill with the same illness as well.”

When they approached the double doors leading into the dining room the guard turned to face Glenn, “Sir Glenn, Lady Ella has always been very good to us all. She has shown she cares for each of us in small ways. We all have always known honesty goes a long way with her. Yet, she will tell no one what is wrong with her. We are all concerned. Perhaps you can get to the heart of it.” The guard smiled, “Oh, and it is good to see you again. Not as a servant but as the regal Knight that you are.”
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The Scribe knocked gently on Ella’s chamber doors. She woke up and said, “Who is it?” The scribe said his name and position. She sighed, “Come in.” He slowly slid the doors Open as she sat in a chair next to the bed. He bowed respectfully, “Please excuse my
Intrusion, Lady Ella. There is one who wishes to speak with you. There seems to be urgency within his request. Ella felt her heart race as she sat there full of hope, though outwardly she appeared unconcerned. She calmly asked, “Is it Sir Glenn?” The Scribe nodded, “Yes, none other. I instructed someone to take him to the Dining Hall for a good meal to tide him over while waiting for you.” Ella stood up and sighed softly, “I will grant him an audience. I will come to the dinning hall. It will take me some time to present myself properly however. Tell him to enjoy the meal and I will meet with him a soon as possible. I want Alan found as well. Have him come to my chambers.” The scribe
agreed and hurried off to do as instructed.

He found Alan and Amelia entering the castle and he rushed over to them. He told them of what had transpired. Alan agreed to go to Ella immediately. The scribe then rushed off to the dinning hall. He entered and told Sir Glenn, “Lady Ella has agreed to grant you an audience. She will meet you here in the dinning hall as soon as possible. She says to enjoy the meal until she arrives.” After he said that, servants rushed in and laid out a grand assortment of food on the table before Sir Glenn. The Scribe then said, “Will you be needing anything else until then, Sir?”
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Amelia and Alan both sighed as they looked to one another. Alan said, “Well, it appears he has returned. I hope his return is of a good nature and have good results.” Amelia smiled, “I believe he is here to claim the one he loves. Or at least that is what I hope. If he wishes to apply that rage you spoke of to her, surely he would not have arrived so peacefully. Alan agreed as the walked to her chambers. They knocked and were allowed admittance. Amelia smiled, “It appears a very special guest has arrived.” The response they got from Ella was surprising. She said, “He must go away. He must still believe we are getting married, Alan. With all of the decorations being set out, this will not be difficult to believe.”

Alan blurted out, “But, you are both in love! You musn’t do this! It isn’t right!” Amelia rolled her eyes because she knew Ella would knew she shared her secret. Ella looked angrily to Amelia, “You told him?! How dare you!” Alan bravely stepped forward before
Amelia could answer, “She has only told me, her future husband. She knows she can trust me as you should know as well. She told me because it pains her to see you suffer so. She cares for you more than you could ever understand, as do I. Now, you will not do this to him! I have seen his dreams. He has been driven almost mad with a broken heart. He has slain a whole tribe of ORCs single handed! I am sure there is much more destruction he
has brought as a result of the pain you have cause him. I know what is in his heart. You influenced who he dreams of. But, he has chosen how he dreams of you. He dreams of you as only a lover who has dedicated his heart to one would. I am telling you that he loves you. And I know you love him. You must not send him away! I will not participate in this!”

Ella had never been spoken to in such a way by anyone in her whole life. She was so stunned that she just stood there for a moment glaring at him. She looked to Amelia, “He is quite passionate. I forgive you, Amelia. I understand your reasons.” She looked back to Alan, “You will do this for me. I freed you of your obligation to me with no request for retribution. I even offered up my castle to host your wedding with no request for payment of any kind. Surely, honor will have you answer this one request of you.” Alan’s normally pale white skin turned red as fire all over his body. He was angry and that anger was very evident. He gritted his teeth and glared at her. Though he hated this plan he was bound by honor to do as she wished. In a snappy voice he said, “Very well. I will do this though I despise what you are asking of me. I hope he can see past this foolishness.” He
turned to Amelia, “You’d better go on. We will meet you in the dining hall. Keep him company.” Ella was surprised at the behavior they both displayed. The calm, sweet and romantic man that she loved was angry. Ella, who had been pining away for her lover, desired to send him away. She was most confused but just nodded her head as she left.

Alan turned to Ella, “Come, woman. It is time to get this foolishness over with.” Ella looked to him, “You will not speak to me in such a manner!” Alan chuckled, “And just what are you going to do about it? I care for you greatly, but you are being a fool. I will act as I should before Sir Glenn. But, you must know how I feel.” Ella rolled her eyes, “Let us go. I wish this to be over soon as well.” They made their way to the dinning hall slowly and when they entered Ella was seated at the head of the table. Amelia was seated to her left and Alan to her right. She looked to Sir Glenn, “It is good to see you again. Pray tell, what brings you here?” Alan sat there still full of anger towards Ella. His skin
was still flushed yet he tried to appear calm, cool and collected. Amelia was still confused and just sat quietly not making eye contact with anyone.
 
Sir Glenn of Mac Anu waited uncomfortable in the great dining hall of Ella's castle, his eyes lingering on the banners that hung from the walls, the many flowers that had not been here when he had departed almost two weeks ago. "Can that mage have stolen her heart already?" "Am I so forgotten that she now prepares to wed another?"

The guard who escorted him in was preparing to leave. Glenn sighed at the man's discussion of his Mistress's illness. "It sounds like a malady I have more than passing familiarity with, good man-at-arms." "A sickness of spirit that strikes men and women from time to time." "I hope that I may aid in her in healing it." He smiled slightly at the man's parting words, "Glad am I to enter these halls again, as knight or servant."

He was alone for a time, until the scribe returned and told him that an audience had been granted, that he should eat what was brought to him until then. He was not going to...but the food smelled wonderful, and he had not eaten fare of such quality since leaving. He pulled off his leather guantlets, and gladly ate the food that was soon presented, thanking the servants and praising the cook's efforts.

Glenn felt full and warmed by fine food and wine, yet he was restless as he sat at the great table. How long would he have to wait? Knowing that he would see her soon, each minute was a torment of years as he waited to see her. In flesh, rather than as the sweet dream that so tortured him.

Finally, the great doors at the nd of the hall opened, Glenn rising as they did so. His breath caught in his throat as his love strode regally into the room. God in heaven...had he thought her fair before? She was even more so now, and rather than a little over a week, it felt as though years had passed since he beheld her. The snowy white length of her hair flowed down the front of her dress, the pale beauty of her skin mingling with it, contrasted only by the rich color of her gown.

Yet she looked drawn and thin...as though she had been wasting away. The guard had spoken true, some malady lay upon her...Glenn could only hope it was the same one that so cruelly bit him. At her sides came two others, a lovely woman that he recognized from when she had chosen him as her reward...her apprentice. The other...was the mage. At the sight of the man, Glenn felt a surge of fury and envy, and Sturmvogel begged to be sheathed in the effete man's chest.

Choking down his jealousy, Glenn bowed low. "It does my heart good to be within these walls once more, My Mist...My Lady Sorceress." "And I count myself among the truly blessed for being in your company once more." She was so cool...as though he were any other coming before her. The mage sat on her right...a place of honor. "I come on a manner of great import, though it is a matter not of king, or country, but a matter of the heart." "Of a man and a woman."

Glenn raised his eyes to hers, never moving away from her gaze. "Since I took leave of you, my heart has been torn asunder." "My waking moments are full of loss and grief, translated into rage that I have poured down on those who do ill, even to the point of slaughter that shames me to recall." "Sleep brings no solace, for there I dream only of what I wish to have, but thought beyond me."

"No matter what passes here today, know this: I love you." "With a love so deep and desperate that denial of it has driven me near to madness." "You bade me go forth, never to serve you again, and I find that to be my fondest wish." "To serve you and be by your side, not as a servant, nor even as a knight, but...as your husband." Glenn had approached the head of the table as he spoke, and now he knelt down.

"I, Sir Glenn of Mac Anu, come here today to ask for your hand in marriage." "My lands are small but rich, and I am close to the king and his advisors." "Such a match would do you well, My Lady Sorceress." "But even if it were not, my suit would still be true and better than any man's, for it is driven my my love for you." He did not turn to look at Alan, "This man came her for your hand, yet in his offer he admitted that fair he found, as any man with sight would do, he did not love you." "I deem his intentions good, but a loveless match is not good enough for you, My Lady." "Such a woman as you graces this world perhaps once an age, and should be treated with all due accord." "Consider my suit with his, and ask your heart where your destiny lies."
 
Amelia’s heart ached as her true love confessed how he felt. Amelia starred into his eyes for a few moments and then spoke, “I believe you are confused. You were a servant, now you are not. There can be nothing more between us. Love is fleeting, Sir Glenn. Infatuation is easily confused with love. You are young and will find someone more suitable for you.” She casually looked over to Alan, “I am to marry Alan.” She then looked back into the sad eyes of Glenn, “We are preparing for the wedding as I am sure you can see by the decorations. I have accepted his proposal and am obliged to keep to my word. As for there being no love, you are correct. Despite my physical appearance, I am much older than you. I have no need for love. Love is a distraction and the one you love becomes your weakness.” She sighed, “Believe me, Sir Glenn…. If I had no magical power and if I looked my true age, you would not desire me. It is my magic and power that you are attracted to.”

Though her words were meant to fool him, she was curious how he would respond to her mentioning being without magic. Alan could be heard as he exhaled sharply. He struggled not to just blurt everything out. He did not know Sir Glenn on a very personal level, but he knew enough to know that his words were indeed truthful. He knew that Ella was being pig-headed for some reason. Amelia had smiled and sighed softly as Glenn spoke. But, at the end of Ella’s foolish speech she too exhaled sharply. It was at that moment that she decided she would tell Glenn the truth. Perhaps not in the presence of Ella, but she would tell him. Her heart ached for Glenn. As she looked over to Alan she could see him shift his weight in his chair as he struggled to remain silent. He leaned forward as if to speak and Amelia shook her head no to him. He rolled his eyes and leaned back into the chair.

Amelia could not help but bring her hand to Glenn’s face and stroke his cheek with the back of her index finger. She wanted nothing more than to lean down to him and plant a passionate kiss upon his lips. But, she was too afraid. As her hand returned to her lap she averted her gaze from him to save herself from breaking down before him.

At that moment a servant rushed into the room very frightened, “My Lady!” He breathed hard as he continued, “There is a large band of Orcs heading this way. Our scout says they are carrying the decapitated heads of other Orcs! According to the scout, they seem angrier than ever before!” Amelia was puzzled as she looked to Ella, “Why would they be carrying the heads of other Orcs? This is most unusual.” Alan said, “I find it hard to believe they would slay their own kind and march here with their heads.” Alan looked to Glenn and remembered the dream. He sighed and looked to Ella, “I do believe I know why. Someone has killed a village of them and chopped their heads off. They are angry about it and looking for revenge.” Ella looked to Alan, “But why come here? No one here has done such a thing. I have never ordered a whole village to be slayed.” Alan glanced back to Glenn and back to Ella, “Someone has, My Lady.” He stood and said, “We must prepare for battle.” He turned to the servant, “How many?” He exhaled, “I was told about two hundred or so.”

Amelia stood, “That is too many even for the two of us.” Amelia was referring to her and Alan. Once she realized her slip she stuttered, “I-I m-mean the three of us.” She looked to Glenn, “Will you help us?” Alan slanted his eyes to Glenn to let him know he knew who had angered the Orcs thusly, “Surely he will. He is quite capable. Aren’t you, Sir Glenn of two swords?” Ella stood and looked to the servant, “Gather all of my guards. There should be about 20 of them on duty. There are probably another 10 off duty. The scribe can help you locate their homes.” She looked to Alan, “That will be at least 20 guards, though they are not trained for such battle. The King’s Knights would never get here in time. Even if we used teleportation we do not have time. I am unaccustomed to owing favors and do not desire to be at the mercy of another either.”

Ella knew she would probably die on this day on the battle field with no magic to protect herself. She knew nothing of wielding weapons and was too weak to fight anyway. She thought perhaps it was for the best if she did anyway. That way Glenn could move on to falling in love with another.
 
Her words were so cold, so unfeeling. Each one was a dagger of ice plunging into him, yet he never took his eyes from her face. All the hurt he felt at her denial, at her announcement of her wedding, everything he felt stared her full in the eyes, until she looked away from him.

He was about to speak further when the servant burst in, shaking with fear even as he delivered his message. Glenn heard the plans being formed as he rose to his feet, but the sound was far away, as if he was elsewhere. At his right side, Sturmvogel begged to be released, to strike down the feminine magician who'd stolen his love, to unleash his wrath. At his left, Einlanzer soothed him, comforted him, begged him not to lost hope or faith. The struggle between the twin blades drew his attention away, returning only as he felt the eyes of the three sorcerers upon him.

"Yes," his voice was distant, then he shook his head slightly, and it became stronger. "Yes, I will aid you." He took a long look at Alan, aware of the implicationt he man made, wondering how he knew, and feeling a fresh surge of hate for the effete little man. "This is of my doing...I laid waste to the village." "They had been raiding the farms of the kingdom." Glenn's voice began to fill with something darker, more malevolent as he spoke, remembering the carnage. Remembering how liberated he felt, how it had made him forget the pain, if only for a little while. "Killing some of them would change nothing...when the children grew to strength, they would raid." "So I killed them all." "The strong, the weak, the old, the young." "I cut them down in thier beds and cradles, and stained the mountain red with the blood of the guilty and the innocent." "It felt good...so good to let go of my pain, to make others suffer, to not be bound by me code for once in my life....and it made me forget...but only for a few hours." His voice was his own now, sad and regretful. "It was not worth it."

Glenn looked at the shocked expressions on the face of the mages, his gaze lingering on Ella's. "I will not be that thing again, it is a hard learned lesson, and I must go and pay the price for it." He turned, calling out behind him. "Keep your guard with you, my love!" "The orcs shall come here, but they shall meet me first, and in that meeting no few of them will die." "The force that reaches you will be well within your power to deal with." "And you shall be rid of me and my...," he spit out the word, "...infatuation." From overhead, there was a sudden rumble of thunder. "Farewell."

He slammed the doors to the hall wide, doors that took two men to open. Face set, he strode down the hall, servants melting from his path as he did so. Thunder continued to boom out, and as he came otu into the courtyard, his steel grey eyes beheld the sky, thick with the roiling storm clouds that the power of Sturmvogel had summoned.

The guards at the gate stared at him as he approached, "Open the gate!" "I go to meet them!" The men looked blankly at him. "Open the gate!" The guards flinched, then hurried to open the gates. Miles away, he could see the mass of shapes of the orc clan moving. As the gate swung open, Glenn pulled his swords from their sheathes. Einlanzer gleamed white in the darkness, and electricity played briefly over Sturmvogel's surface.

He held the dark blade at chest level, "Sturmvogel, hear this now." "I am you master, do not attempt to become mine." "Should I live, and you try to take control of me again, I will cast you into the sea, and you will rust in the depths a thousand years ere you see the sky again." He felt the will of the sword flicker resentfully, then reluctantly concede. He crossed his arms over his chest, the blades of his swords pointed skyward. "Einlanzer, your counsel is wise, and I wish I had heeded it in my rage." "Let us save my love, and find my redemption."

He then set his shoulders, and lowered his arms, the blades pointing away from him on both sides, and began to walk forward. As he did so, the storm clouds overhead raced forward, as if they were troops following a general's orders. When he had gone perhaps a hundred feet from the gate, he raised Sturmvogel to the heavens, held it, then brought it down. "Wind!" Immediately, the wind ripped down from above, sweeping past him down the road toward the rampaging band. Even at this distance, he could see them falter as the wind struck them, forcing them to strain against it as they continued forward.

Still moving resolutely forward, he raised the blade again. "Water!" Rain burst down, a light sprinkle on Glenn and the palace, a deluge on the orc warriors. Here and there, hailstones fell, some small as pebbles, some as large as hen's eggs. There was one more command to give, one that would truly let loose the sky's fury, but Glenn would hold that until the last. Until he was in the thick of the battle.

He gripped Einlanzer tightly in his right hand. "Hope," he murmured and felt a rush of energy, refreshing and cleansing him, strengthening his body for the fight ahead.

Whether he lived or died, he would protect his love. Perhaps that would be enough to redeem him. If he lived perhaps...perhaps she would reconsider him, despite his harsh words. "God's will be done," he whispered. Life or death, he was prepared for it. "I love you, My Mistress Ella." "Should I return...think better of me."

Onward he walked, a long figure with twin glittering swords before the screaming horde that rushed toward him. A flickering light in the dark of the storm.
 
Ella could feel the pain in her love’s heart. Oh how she wanted to hold him close and confess everything. Oh how she wanted to tell him how much she loved him. When he left to meet the Orcs Alan expressed his anger at Ella again. He shoved the chair he had been seated at to the side and it fell over. He looked to Ella with heat that could melt an iceberg, “That is no infatuation! That man love you, you foolish woman! You will never again force me to be a part of this. Do you not see how he looks at me? He wishes me dead because he THINKS I have his woman! I belong to Amelia! I do not like even pretending to be with another!” He grunted loudly and continued, “That brave knight is willing to face all those Orcs just to save you. How dare you treat him this way! You coward! You fool! You ungrateful wench! You… you… LIAR! I have to get away from you before I strangle you myself!”

Amelia turned to Ella who seemed without words, “Ella, will you stay here where you will be safe or will you face the Orcs with us?” Ella answered in a soft voice, “I will go with you.” Amelia then teleported herself with Ella outside to face the Orcs and Alan teleported himself. They appeared behind Glenn just as he brought forth wind to attack the Orcs.

Amelia gasped in shock as did Alan. Amelia looked to the stunned Ella, “He wields magic as well. Powerful battle magic.” Alan said, “I believe it is in his swords. I always knew there was something special about those swords of his.” He then put a firm hand on Ella’s shoulder, “See, you have nothing to fear. He can take care of himself and you if someone comes for you after knowing your secret. He will protect you and he loves you. You will be safe with him. Tell him the truth Ella. If we all die here today he at least has the right to know the truth before he dies.”

Then the rain came and hailstones. Ella remained without words but looked to Glenn as if she were a statue. Glenn did not seem to know she was there and the other two were anxious to be by Glenn’s side to fight the battle. The guards then rushed up and Alan told them, “Stay behind with Ella!” Alan and Amelia then rushed up to stand on either side of Glenn. Alan had a respect for Glenn that Glenn had no idea existed. Amelia’s heart ached for him. She was full of sympathy and respect for him as well. Alan said, “I have seen your dreams, Sir Glenn. I know your heart. I know you love her. Though I do not love her, I care for her deeply. Amelia here cares for her as well. I know the three of us can defend this land and keep her safe.” Amelia said, “Know that the fear in a woman’s heart is not always caused by monsters and demons.”

Alan then lifted his hands and drew energy from around him. He said loudly, “Wings of might. Bring forth Heavens fright!” Then the clouds above them began to take the shape of a large bird. The cloudy bird slowly drifted down to Earth with a wingspan the length of 50 men. As the bird hovered above them Alan continued, “Destroy the evil within sight. Send them to eternal night!” The cloudy bird screeched and gracefully flew in the direction of the Orcs. Alan said, “That will keep many of them busy. It will take many slashes of evil to dissipate my cloud warrior.” Amelia lifted her hands above her head and shouted upward, “Bring me the light!” Lightening then came from the sky and struck Amelia. She screamed out from the pain even though it was expected. She then said to the others, “Do not touch me!” She lifted her hands in the direction of the Orcs who were being torn apart by the energy of the cloudy bird. Lightening shot from her finger tips and struck across the field. Every time she clenched her fists and opened them again the lightening shot fort. Each bolt from each hand took out two Orcs. So, one round of lightening from her hands took out 4 Orcs at a time.

Alan turned to Glenn, “We still need more. My powers come from the union of a Paladin and a Priestess. Most of my powers are meant to heal and enhance warriors. That cloud warrior is my only offensive skill and it takes a lot of my energy. Amelia is the one with all the offensive skills. I will prepare us all for battle more.”

The guards surrounding Ella were becoming very nervous. She even heard them whisper, “Why does she not use her magic?” Ella slowly walked to the other three and told the guards, “Stay behind us. You and the towers are the last line of defense.” The guards all stood courageously. Ella stood quietly next to Amelia.

Alan then shouted upward, “Paladins from past, let us destroy the enemy from the first to the last!” A swirl of purple energy surrounded the four of them as Amelia continued to use the lightening. He then shouted upward again, “Arise, Priestess Alana! Give us the speed of the Cheetah!” A red energy formed before them in the shape of a woman. She lifted her eerie hand and waved it The energy then surrounded the four as the shape of the woman disappeared. Alan looked exhausted, “That is all I can do for now. I have spent much energy. We have been filled with strength and speed. My Cloud warrior still fights strongly for now.” He looked out in the distance as the bird destroyed one Orc after the other and Amelia continued to strike down Orcs but at a faster speed now. Even as the lightening radiated all around her, she looked fatigued. She was unsure how much longer she could continue.
 
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Glenn was surprised when the magicians appeared, and even more so when the effete mage cast his spells to include Glenn as well. He would have thought the man would want rid of his rival. He watched as they expended power, Amelia's lightning devestating the orcs, and Alan's spells taking effect upon his body. "This is not what I wanted," he said quietly.

At Amelia's words, he gave a questioning look, not sure at all what she meant by them. Fear in a woman's heart? In whose heart? Hers? Or in Ella's? Fear of what? She was marrying the mage...did she fear that Glenn would take some sort of furious vengeance upon them? He wanted to ask, but this was not the time.

Then his beautiful lady came forward to stand with them, her exquisite face grim. Glenn looked at her, his heart in his eyes, then to the orcs. Now he was all that stood between them and her. He could not fall. Not until the last of them was slain. He turned to Alan, "If your spells are spent, then stay here and watch the battle." "If it turns ill, sound the retreat, behid the walls, you can easily outlast this force." He reversed Sturmvogel, burying the blade in the dirt to free one hand. He reached out and gripped Alan's shoulder with his hand. "If you do care for her, y-your..wife to be, see to her safety, no matter what she wishes." "Should harm come to her, I will hold you responsible, and no spell will stay my hand."

He turned once more and pulled Sturmvogel free, "Lady Sorceress!" He moved so that Amelia could see him, since he was speaking to her. "Pray, relax your onslaught for a moment and gather your strength." "Sturmvogel has magic yet to play, as does Einlanzer, and I go to the fray." "Save your magic for the when the tide begins to turn against me." "Strike them then, and they shall turn and flee, those who do not perish!" "Trust me, please...in battle, I am well-learned."

He turned to Ella, taking one last look at her. "My Lady...it does my heart good to know you will watch this battle, no matter your reason." "I will not fail in securing your safety, even should I fall to the enemy." Glenn paused a moment, then forced the words from his mouth, "Your husband-to-be's courage does him credit." "Indeed, h-he...he is a good man." "I-I am sure you will be happy with him."

Then Glenn turned his back to her, "Now...let us see what his magic has wrought." He started to run, and found himself almost upon the orcs before he realized how fast he was moving. More than raw speed, his reactions were swifter as well, the movement of his foes seeming to be in slow motion.

To the sorcerers, they saw Glenn streak forward, moments later, his gleaming form impacted the orcish horde, and cries began to be heard even over the din of the storm.

As always before, Glenn felt the glory of the fight sweep over him as he struck out with his blades and felt the shock of resistance as they plunged into flesh. He felt more than saw, an axe descending toward him, almost negligently Einlanzer batted it aside, then stabbed into the broad chest of his attacker. He danced, blades flashing brightly as they parried and cut, his feet moving nimbly and quick, despite the muddy road and his heavy armor. In a matter of moments, ten of his foes fell to the earth clutching at their death wounds. "Leave off your quest, monsters!" "You have found me!" "Now come!" "For her I will send you all to your final rest!"

In the fight there was no heartbreak, only valor and his goal: to save Ella. Nothing else mattered, and he threw himself almost recklessly into the choas of the melee that had broken out around Alan's cloud warrior. Glenn danced through his foes, a vicious dance of death, leaving toppling creatures in his wake. Limbs and heads fell free as his blades lashed out again and again, spear and axe heads joining them as he shattered the weapons that came at him. Soon the muddy ground was red with blood and gore as he battled onward. Such was his enchanted strength that his blows often clove through weapon, shield, and wielder in a single strike.

Two score and ten had fallen before him, when the orcs drew back, somehow managing to get organized. They fell into a ragged semblacne of a line, and surged forward anew, though some fell in the thick blood mired mess of the road. Glenn watched them come, and held up Sturmvogel, unleashing the last of it's powers. "FIRE," he bellowed.

The clouds overhead became bright as the sun for a moment, and lightning rained down into the orcs. Not the lightning that Amelia wielded, but huge blades of electricity from the clouds themselves, tearing huge gaps in the small horde, the scent of ozone quickly mixing with that of charred flesh.

The lightning still crashing down, Glenn charged once more, his battlecry echoing even over the storm. "None of you shall pass!"


(P.S. I sent you a PM with character and story ideas for our possible other thread, but it said that your PM box was full)
 
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Time For The Truth

Alan exhaled as Glenn called Ella his wife-to-be. He wanted desperately to tell him that she was not his wife-to-be, Amelia was. But, he just nodded his head in agreement. When Glenn rested a hand on his shoulder he could feel his strength and knew he meant what he said about Ella’s safety. He nodded once again.

Amelia stopped her onslaught and looked to Glenn as he spoke. Amelia believed his words and did decide to rest herself for a few moments. So, she nodded her head to him in agreement. When he turned to Ella and complimented the courage of Alan she just smiled to him. And when he mentioned she would be happy with him she struggled to not tell him that she would only be happy with him. She just averted her eyes when he said this.

The three magic wielders stood back as Glenn rushed forward with a flash of speed. Alan turned to Ella, “You see?! Do you see how he defends you without an allegiance to you? Do you see how he lays his life on the line for you? Tell him or I will! I will not be referred to as your husband again! You ask too much now!” Ella knew he was right. She could no longer dispute his logic. Ella sighed and in a soft voice said, “I shall tell him, my dear friend Alan. He shall know the truth.”

Her eyes looked to Glenn as he valiantly fought off the Orc. The magic of his swords continued to amaze and impress her. Yet, there were just so many of the Orcs. She looked to Alan, “I must go to him.” Alan smiled, “We shall accompany you. Though you can not wield the magic in that staff, you can still use it as a weapon. You may have to defend yourself.” Ella nodded her head yes and looked to Amelia. Amelia smiled, “This is right.” Ella nodded her head and turned to face the onslaught again. She then began to run forward. She stood behind Glenn as he fought.

Amelia called upon the lighting again and was struck again. She of course screamed out from the pain again. Power renewed, she began striking at the Orcs again. Alan just remained ready to heal anyone who may need healing. Glenn seemed overwhelmed to her. The Orcs just continued to press forward and Ella lept forward to strike one of the Orcs in the face with her staff. The hit was strong as the Orc fell to the ground.

Ella looked to Glenn, “Glenn! There is much I must tell you!” Another Orc came for her and she struck at the Orc but missed. He brought a mighty axe down and Ella barely avoided being hit. She then successfully struck him with the staff, knocking him to the ground. She knew Alan’s strength spell was helping her. Otherwise, she would have been too weak. She looked to Glenn again, “You have been lied to, Glenn! All lies!” Another Orc came for her and managed to grab Ella by the throat and began choking her. Amelia struck him with her lighting and he dropped Ella as he fell dead to the ground. Yet another Orc came for her. This one wielded a wooden mace. He brought the mace down and the spikes struck into Ella’s right shoulder.

She screamed out from the pain as she dropped her staff to the ground and fell to her knees. The Orc raised up the mace again to deliver a final blow. Ella held up her uninjured hand to defend herself. Amelia killed this Orc just in time with her lightening. Alan rushed forward and placed a hand on her injured shoulder. A golden glow began to radiate around his hand and her injury. But, an Orc managed to hit him in the head with a wooden shield. This blow rendered him unconscious and the healing was not complete. Amelia was overcome with anger and screamed out, “No!!!!! Alan!!!!” She of course struck down this Orc and rushed forward to stand in front of Alan’s body. Her onslaught grew fiercer as if she was fueled by her rage.

Alan’s Sky Warrior began to dissipate and the Orcs kept coming. The situation was beginning to look deperate. But, then Alan began to stir about as he seemed to be awaking. He lifted a hand up to touch Amelia’s calf. He said, “I love you, Amelia,” Amelia smiled, “And I you! Stay down.” With that she forced out a wave of electricity that struck down the Orcs that were surrounding her which was about 10. Alan slowly rose and said, “I must refresh my Sky Warrior!” He stood and called forth another Sky Warrior as he had before. As it appeared the other one completely dissolved. This new one rushed forward and began to attack the Orcs with ferocity. Alan fell back to his knees, “That is it! I am spent. You must protect me now, my love.”

Amelia concentrated on the Orcs flanking her. The Sky Warrior concentrated on the center flank. This left Glenn responsible for the Orcs flanking him and Ella. Another Orc came for Ella and she tried to protect herself. Amelia was surrounded and could not help Ella. Ella called out, “Glenn! Help me! Glenn!” She knew he expected her to be able to handle herself with the magic she wielded. He had no idea that she was without magic. Sir Glenn of two swords would have to save the infamous Sorceress Ella on this day.
 
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Glenn's hearts blood sang in his veins as the fight raged on, becoming one with the battle. Their numbers pressed him sharply, but as long as he could move freely and fast, he could keep up and not get borne under. Einlanzer and Sturmvogel tore through raised shields and blocking weapons to tear horrible wounds in his foes, and despite the fact that he was the only battler, the enemy did not advance, only fell, two at a time.

Then he heard new shouts join his, and he turned to look in shock and dismay as the mages joined in the melee. Not their troops, but the spell casters themselves. He fought on mechanically for a few moments, stunned. They...they couldn't be that stupid. Especially after he'd told them to stay back and use thier power from afar to aid him.

His Mistress called something out to him, but he could not hear her over the roar of the storm, and the din of the battle. But he did see the blow she could not stop, and the cruel mace slamming into her shoulder. "NO!" Glenn then snarled in fury and drove forward, his blades slashing mercilessly as he carved his way to her side. He could see a burly orc charging her, a spear leveled at her chest. Her hands came up, but not for a spell, in a sign of negation, a cry for help on her lips.

He never knew how he reached her, his mind overtaken by the fact that he had to get to her, to save her. The world seemed to slow down as he burst through the orc line, a few feet away from where she was about to be run through. Too late to block it, or move her...only one option. Glenn ran forward, falling to his knees and sliding in front of her, making himself the spear's target.

His armor was strong, able to deflect many blows. But a charging deathblow cannot be deflected or turned away so easily. Glenn's breath left him in a sharp gasp as he felt the dirty spearhead pierce his breastplate and sink into his chest. He'd been slashed, bludgened and even stabbed before, but never like this. The pain was not immediate, thankfully, he was too full of adreniline for that.

The world resumed normal speed. Glenn swung Sturmvogel, cutting the haft of the weapon off six inches from where it stuck out of him, Einlanzer slicing out and taking the head of the orc who wielded it. Glenn got to his feet, blades swinging and cleaving as he fought the orcs who had rushed forward when they witnessed his wounding. If they thought to finish him, they were mistaken, as he struck them down with blinding speed.

"My Mistress!" He should say, "My Lady," but wounded and in the heat of battle, his true heart spoke. "Fall back!" "I will keep them from pursuing you, but you must fall back!" "You only make my task harder!" "Please!"

He pulled her to her feet, and pushed her forward, slashing through orcs to reach Alan and Amelia. "All of you, retreat!" "You are only in my way!" "Use your magic from a distance, as I asked!" "I cannot protect you all, and you have not the battle skill to protect yourselves!" "I beg you, fall back!"

With that he turned to face the oncoming orcs, and fought back with renewed ferocity, checking the rush and pushing the orcs back. "GO!" "FALL BACK NOW!" Yet every swing cost him, for he could feel the spearhead in his chest tearing a bit more flesh with each swing he made. In that moment, Glenn swore that should he survive, he would seek redress with Alan for coming forward and risking all thier lives in this idiocy.

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Glenn was too busy to see it, but beyond the orcish ranks, three riders were swiftly appraoching the battle. One, on a white palfry, hung back, the other two on magnificent chargers spurred forward, one wielding an enormous hammer, the other holding with one hand a massive sword that looked s though it had been made for a giant.

"Faster, Sir Calad!" King William called, the great blade Gigas in his right hand. "Or we will be of no help to them!"
 
Ella cried out when she saw her beloved sacrifice himself. Seeing that spear sticking out of him filled her with the sickest of feelings. When he shouted for them all to fall back she feared he was approaching his death. She yelled to him, "I love you, Glenn! It is you I love!" Amelia and Alan made their way to the two and Amelia said to Glenn, "I will teleport her to safety. ALan will teleport himslef. You too should fall back. Perhaps the numbers have dwindled enough to be struck down by the towers. And I believe you are almost close enough. The towers can throw fire balls, shoot spears and even pour boiling oil down ontop of any who reach the towers. Please, don't die out here! Retreat!" Before he could answer she scooped bent down to Ella and held her in her arms. The physical and mental stress of everything was too much for Ella's weakened body. She passed out as she was being teleported to the castle.

Ella's unconcious body was placed on her bed and Amelia quickly stripped Ella of her dirty clothes. She rushed over to her closet and snatched it open. She pulled out a dark blue night gown and ripped off one arm of it. She then dressed her unconcious naked body in it. She then covered her with blankets and retreated to where she thought Alan would be- the main hall. He was there slumped against a wall exhausted. She rushed over to him and bent down, "You must rest. Your healing powers will be needed when this is all over. I will take you to Ella's room. When you are recharged, please heal her. At least tend to the wound. I have ripped the arm of of the sleeve to the injured arm." Alan nodded his head yes and Amelia teleported the two of them to Ella's chambers. He sat in a chair as she pulled the cot over close to Amelia and helped Alan to lay down in it.

She said, "I must return. I can not leave him out there alone. I fear he is too stubborn to retreat as I have asked." Alan said, "No! Let the towers do their work." Amelia said, "Oh they will, my love." Alan grabbed her arm, "Please, our wedding is in two days. Please return to me." Amelia bent down and kissed his forehead. After the kiss she teleported just outside the towers and saw the battle ahead. She also noticed others quickly approaching on horse back. They looked human but she didn't want to take chances. She teleported by his side, "I can handle the battle with you. The weak have been removed." She then called forth lightening again and began striking at the enemy. She shouted over to him, "Do you know those that approach? Friend or Foe?"
 
There was a pause in the battle. The orcs had withdrawn, fought back once more by Glenn and the Cloud Warrior, they gathered for a final assault. The young knight stood watching them with one eye, his left closed so that he could not be blinded by blood that flowed from a shallow cut in his scalp. In addition to the bloody length of wood that jutted from his right side, a second broken spear shaft protruded from his left shoulder, and a deep slash across his right thigh was coloring the muddy ground he stood on crimson as it bled.

Yet there was a smile on his face. The smile of a warrior facing what he knew to be his last fight, one who had accepted his death. She loved him. God in Heaven, she loved him. But she was marrying the mage...and could not risk temptation or the appearance of inpropriety. So she had held back her magic, drawn him into his first wound, so that he would die and remove the risk he presented to her marriage and reputation. He was glad she had done it this way, not with a spell. He would die on the field of honor. There was some satisfaction in that, at least. Perhaps in death, his broken heart would ache no more.

"Come," he all but whispered it, then raised his voice to almost screaming. The storm he had summoned had faded to almost nothing as his injuries had mounted, his voice carrying clearly to the castle. "Let us make an end of it!" "For even though I fall, I have won!" "She is safe!"

The Cloud Warrior flew forward, on some unspoken command, and struck the orc line anew. Glenn began to march after it, his body feeling heavier with each step as his lifeblood stained the ground. "This is my story," he thought. "Short and tragic in the end, but it is a good one."

Then there was a swirl of light, and the apprentice reappeared. She called out to him, and hurled lightning anew to the enemy ranks. Glenn cried to her over the crackle of lightning, "Lady Sorceress!" "Return to the walls!" "As it stands, all that this day will cost you is one heart-sick fallen knight, a fair price for the safety of you and your lady, and her husband-to-be!" It was getting harder to speak, but he still formed the words and shoved them out. "Do not tempt fate to add your name to the list of the fallen!"

She shouted over to him, "Do you know those that approach? Friend or Foe?"

Glenn looked past the occupied horde, his right eye widening. He could not make out their faces, for his vision was becoming blurry and unfocused, but the sword. That could only be one sword. Gigas, the Giant-Blade. The Sword of the King. "The King!" "THe King and Sir Calad!" His voice was raw with amazement, and with both joy and dismay. He was happy at the reinforcements, the two of them easily enough to scatter or destroy the orc force that remained, but...if he did not fall here...what had he to live for? What awaited him but misery?

The King and Sir Calad struck the orcs from the rear, totally by surprise. The remnants of the storm, the cloud warrior's attack, and Amelia's lightning masking thier arrival. At each swing of Sir Calad's hammer, two or three orcs would be blasted from thier feet, flying through the air to land hard among thier brethern. "For the king, and Sir Glenn!" The old knight's voice sounded like a horn through the valley. "To arms, my friend!"

"For Lady Ella, and the Knight with Two Swords!" King William's voice rose above the onslaught as well, "Let us be the hammer to the anvil!" "Meet me in the middle, Sir Glenn!" The blade of the king was indeed the weapon of a giant, one of an ancient race that were friends to mankind. The blade was fully six feet long, and a foot and a half wide, the hilt another two feet. It had many magics, chief among them that it gave it's wielder a giant's tremendous strength. King William wielded the huge sword as easily as a lesser man would a dagger, and every swipe of the massive blade mowed down two of the enemy.

Glenn felt a surge of health and vitality, the power of Einlanzer coursing through him. His vision cleared, and he felt a fresh strength in his limbs, and though his wounds remained open, they would bleed no more until the threat was ended. Great was the holy blade's power, and it came always when things seemed darkest. Just before the dawn. Glenn charged forward, his blades gleaming as he fell upon the orcs once again, with renewed vigor. "Lady Amelia!" "Forget my words spoken just now!" "Join us and let us dispatch those who would harm she that we love!"

The knights and the king fought with a ferocity and skill that was unlike anything the orcs or the young sorceress had seen. Sir Calad struck with the strength and deceptive speed of an avalanche, tirelessly swinging his heavy sledge. King William's strength, and the sheer size of his weapon tore through the enemy, unstoppable as it sheared though two orcs at a time. Glenn's agile style stood out in contrast to the other two, yet complemented them perfectly.

As the men and the cloud warrior fought savagely, a column of light appeared next to Amelia. When the bright light faded, a worn looking Queen Leene stood next to her. The radiant woman inclined her head, "My Lady Sorceress...forgive my tired appearance, I have quickening our steeds all day, and for one of my school of magic to teleport is quite...draining." She straighed up, looking as regal in her plain traveler's clothes as in her royal finery. "Without your help, I am sure my husband and his knight would triumph here, with it, it is assured." "I am not needed here." "Are there those within the castle who need healing?"
 
Alan gathered his strength and rested his hand on Ella's shoulder. The familiar golden glow surrounded his hand. Her wound slowly began to slow it's bleeding and the wound began to seal up. His head swirled with faitigue and pain but he pushed on. She had lost too much blood as it was. If he allowed more to flow she would have surely died. After the healing was done he laid back on the cot and fell to sleep against his will. But, at least his task of healing Ella was complete.

Amelia wanted to tell Glenn that Ella was not marrying Alan, she was. But, the presence of the others stayed her tongue on the subject. When the Queen appeared next to her she smiled to her, "It is good to see you, My Queen. The timing of your party could not have been more appreciated. Lady Ella is being taken care of by Sorceror Alan. He has strong healing power. But, he is very fatigued. It will be quite some time before he can heal anyone else. Sir Glenn is in need of healing but I can not convince him to retreat. The towers are more than capable of handling the remaing numbers. We only need get closer. But, I have found he is quite stubborn. Perhaps you can convince him to retreat so that you may heal his wounds. He has lost far too much blood." After that she sent forth a wave of electricity that took out the Orcs surrounding them as they talked. Amelia looked back to the Queen, "He has much to live for but has been lied to. He does not know what or who awaits him. He fights as if there is nothing to live for but there is. He must not die!"
 
The orcs fought on, but as soon as King William and Sir Calad reached Sir Glenn, the battle was all but over. The teamwork of the three warriors was flawless, if one became vulnerable, another neutralized the threat. The tireless power of Sir Calad and the overwhelming strength of the king shattered the foul creature's ranks, the speed and agility of Sir Glenn guarding both men from counter attack as they decimated the orcish force with seeming ease.

Leene looked out at Glenn as Amelia spoke, taking stock of his many wounds. "Indeed, I fear you are correct." "The Holy Sword, Einlanzer will keep a righteous warrior alive until the battle is decided, but once that point is reached, his wounds will take thier toll." The lovely face was serious, Leene's luminous eyes steadfastly determined. "I must have my healing started before this contest of arms ends." "Do not despair, My Lady Sorceress, for he will withdraw should I ask, as he is one of the knights entrusted with my protection." She gestured, casting a minor spell, one that would make her words heard to the one she wished to hear them. "Husband, I must heal Glenn." "When I call him to guard my way into the palace, follow him and let eh walls and guards finish this fight."

King William did not pause in swinging his massive gore-covered blade, "A wise course, my heart." "We will need all our strength in the days to come too greatly to spend it here."

Leene smiled faintly, then cleared her throat and spoke. "Sir Glenn, Lady Amelia and I must get to the palace, to heal the injured." "I fear we may be set upon before we reach our destination, I beg of you to safeguard our journey until we reach the room where the wounded are to be treated."

Glenn heard Leene's voice as though she were standing right next to him, and the din of the battle were far away. He hesitated a moment, as Sir Calad and the king fought on. He wanted to stay. To finish this fight and die, once Einlanzer's protective power lifted. To end Ella's suffering and his own. But...he could not refuse the Queen. Even were she not the queen, he could not deny his protection from the radiant girl he had known all of his young life. "I...I come, Your Majesty."

Leene smiled at Amelia, and a few moments later, a panting Glenn stood before them, the magic speed Alan laid on him still in effect. "Your Majesty, My Lady." He inclined his head, then gestured for them to start moving. "I beg you make haste, for I wish to take you both to safety, but feel that Death may come at any moment, and with his scythe make a liar of me."

Leene was staring at Glenn's wounds, at the broken spear shafts that jutted from his body, the savage gouges that showed crimson, the great dents and divots in his armor. "Oh, Glenn," she gasped. Then, regaining her regal control, she nodded coolly, "Of course, Sir Knight." "As you think best."


She turned and walked close to Amelia, whispering to the young sorceress, "Take us to an empty room, I will need a clean place for him to rest, but it must be close to the entrance." "I fear if I cannot start the healing soon, my friend will die."

Louder, she said, "Hurry, Sir Glenn." "Lady Amelia will show us the way."
 
Amelia sighed a sigh of relief as she learned the Queen could indeed call off Glenn's attack so that he might be healed. She herself was past the level of exhaustion but had refused to leave as long as he was on the battlefield. She cared a great deal for Ella and could not fathom the thought of leaving Glenn to die. She was even prepared to die along side him if need be. Amelia knew there was something almost mystical about Glenn if Ella had fallen so in love with him. And to see him yield such magic might with those swords was most impressive.

When Glenn was with them she sent out one more wave of electricity to destroy the Orcs surrounding them to allow their retreat. But, this time she put every last drop of her magical might behind it. The ground rumbled and dirt flew all around them as the thunderous wave of lightening went forth. She panted, "Time to go!" With that she turned and rushed to the castle. She told the guards standing about, "Prepare yourselves! Here they come!" She then proceeded past them and into the castle.

Without looking to see if they were still following Amelia rushed down the main hall and out a door to the right at the end. As the door swung open a plush bed with dark blue linens could be seen. And on those linens were golden crecent mooms. The walls were some sort of white stone and the floor was a blue/black marble. There was dark blue plush chair in one corner and a writing table with a wooden expertly carved chair. The chair had inlays of golden crecent moons. Amelia cleared her throat and stepped to the side, "This is a room Lady Ella has reserved for herself since it is so close to the throne but she rarely uses it. Only the most important guests stay in here. Believe me, she would want Sir Glenn to use it. Will I need to gather anything? If not, I will go look in on Alan and Ella." She looked to the bloody pale Sir Glenn of two swords and said, "Rest easy. I am sure she is ok. Alan is a strong healer. He probably spent the last of his power on healing her."

Outside the towers archers began their assault. Some arrows were tipped with fire. Atop the walls catapults threw forth molten boulders. These boulders landed with a tremendous thud and burned all those around. The arrows swooshed through the air and made sickeng thud sounds as they sank into flesh. The air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh and fire. The ground had become littered with arrows, blood, dead bodies and huge boulders that left small craters around them. Thos who aided Glenn were in the midst of all of this but Ella's forces concentrated on avoiding hitting any of them. They mostly attacked to their flanks. The Orc numbers quickly dwendled now that Ella's forces would be overwhelmed. Without the bravery of Sir Glenn, the Sorcerors and Glenn's companions, the towers and walls would have been overwhelmed.

Ella's injuries were healed but she remained unconcious. Her spirit was drained to exhaustion. Her body had been pushed too far and neglected too much. Rest and tender loving care were in grave need now. The spell on Glenn was still there. It still required a kiss. Even though Ella told him she loved him, he still didn't fully understand. And he would not until he kissed her lips. Ella had never used this spell bu had heard of it. Once he kissed her, he would see in his mind's eye what she feels for him. The drawback of this spell was that if the kiss did not happen in time, he would never again feel love for her no matter what she did or said. But, with being filled with such pain and anger one would think that kiss to be unlikely. And with her being unconcious she could not convince him to kiss her. He would be left to do this on his own.

Amelia or Alan could tell him but, they were close friends of hers. Why should he believe them? Then again, if the one Glenn thinks she is to marry tells him to kiss her, would he? So much was going on at this time with so many people. So many emotions mingled with physical pain. But, in retrospect everyone worked well together on the battle flied of Orcs. Could they all work together on the battle field of love?
 
Leene strode purposefully into the room Amelia had led them to, taking a few moments to look about it. She nodded once, then marched to the bed and pulled off the richly embroidered linens. "I will need plain linens, ones that can be thrown away after this, for they will be stained with much blood." She threw the balled up finery into the elegant chair, "I will also need hot water and a few clean cloths to wipe the gore from him." Quickly now!" "Every moment the situation grows more dire."

Glenn stood by the door, a bit annoyed that they were discussing him while he stood before them, yet unwilling...even unable to say anything. He felt so oddly light headed...

Servants raced into the room with the things Leens has asked for scarecely a moment later. The luminously beautiful queen could see that it was out of admiration and affection for Glenn that it was so quick. "Thank you all." She turned tot he maid who held the linens, "Two layers on the bed for him to lie on, and keepa third to cover him, don't bother to tuck them in, just lay them down." She took the bcuket of hot water, and threw the cloths provided into it, setting it beside the bed. "You sir," she said to the man who'd brought the water from the kitchens, "wait a moment, I'll need you very soon."

Glenn was leaning against the wall, his swords wiped clean and sheathed. He felt so weak...like a child. His arms and legs were as heavy as stone. He saw Leene come over to him, her eyes bright with concern. "F-fear not, My Queen...I...I am your servant yet." He tried to smile, "For a few...more...minutes."

Leene shook his head, "Don't speak, valiant one." "You need every bit of strength you have." She gestured for the servant to come to her, the maid moving to stand by the door for further instruction. "Sir, I need you to help Sir Glenn stand." "I must remove the weapons in him, and the pain may be enough that he will fall." "If he does, his wounds will be worse." "Keep him standing." She looked at Glenn then, an unspoken question in her eyes as her delicate hands wrapped around the broken spear haft that jutted from his shoulder.

Glenn nodded, then gritted his teeth. Leene braced herself, then with surprising strength pulled the spear out of him, a gush of blood coming with it. Glenn snarled as fresh agony coursed into him, and his body trembled, but he did not fall. Leene cast the spear aside, Glenn's crimson blood now splattered on her dress and covering her slender hands. "One more, Glenn, just one more." The handsome knight said nothing, just clenched his hands into fists. The pain came suddenly, like a hot brand had plunged anew into his wound and been twisted. He still did not cry out, but his knees buckled, and if not for the man helping him stand, he would have tumbled to the floor.

Leene threw the second weapon aside, then pressed against the dying knight, her hands placed on either side of his head, her forehead pressed to his. "Althena, grant your healing light to this, thy servant." "Thy name is healing, and in they hand the lives of all that walk the earth and the stars." "Grant unto him a sip from the ocean of thy bounty, and remove his afflictions with thine most irresistible power." "Thou art the Healer, the Merciful, the Compassionate."

There was a faint sound, as though a pure soprano voice in the distance was raised in a hymn of benediction. For a moment, a blue light seemed to suffuse the knight's torn body, then it passed. Immediately, the flow from his wounds ceased. Though the spear wounds could not be seen because of his armor, the gash in his leg was closed, a thick scab covering the terrible wound, as though it had occured weeks ago.

Leene stepped back, a tired but peaceful smile on her face. "Sleep, Sir Glenn." "When you awaken, your body will be healed, and I will find a way to remedy that which has so cruelly pierced your heart."

Glenn could feel the magic in her words forcing him to slumber, but marshalled his will and held it off. "My Lady Ella...how does she fare?"

"Well, Sir Knight," said the maid by the door. "The young mage Alan has healed her wound, though she slumbers still."

Glenn smiled then, "Thank Heaven." He took a sluggish step forward, now supported almost completely by the serving man. "Leene, my friend, thank you...please...see to her, to My Lady Ella...all else...matters...not..." With that, the magic overtook him, and he fell into a warm and deep slumber. There was a smile on his face, as he dreamed of his love once more, but without the pain the dreams brought to him before.

Leene sighed, "I will, dear Glenn." She then helped the servant carry his to the bed and lay him down. "Remove his armor and his clothes, then bathe his body with the cloths and hot water." "Wipe off all of the blood and dirt, then cover him and let him sleep." Leene took a moment to wash her bloody hands in the warm water, then stood. She turned to the maid and smiled, "Please lead me to the baths, I wish to cleanse the bood from myself as well." "Also, if it is not too much trouble, bring me a new dress from my saddlebags, this one is done for, I'm afraid." She bustled out of the room, following the maid. "After that, inform Lady Amelia that I need to see her." "Tell her that I want to know all that she can tell me about what has happened, especially about Sir Glenn and the Lady Ella."
 
The Queen seemed to have everything under control and the servants seemed to be of good use. So, Amelia quickly went to Alan. She sighed as she saw them both asleep. Alan was asleep on the cot next to the sleeping Ella. She stood for a moment thinking of how much she cared for them both.

Amelia remembered back to when Ella first took her in. She was orphaned at the age of 8 and was walking around aimlessly among Ella's lands. She was captured by a stable hand when she stole apples intended for the horses. When she was brought before Ella she just knew she would be killed. But, Ella showed compassion and took her in. Looking back she knew Ella had to put on a show though. She pretended to be furious and ordered Amelia to work off her debt.

Amelia stayed long past the repayment of the debt and Ella became a mother figure to her. They became very close and she was selected as one of the few apprentices Ella ever took on. Ella used part of her own magic to enchant Amelia with an affinty for magic. Anything after that came from hard work and a lot of study.

Then, there was Alan. After her parents were killed Ella was the only person she ever loved until he came along. Though it was a much different type of love. She sighed as she though how she could have lost the one she saw as a mother and the one she saw as her soul mate.

She quietly walked next to Alan and sat on the cot next to him. He stirred a bit and she lovingly stroked the hair away from his face. He looked up to her with exhausted eyes yet a smile upon his lips. She bent down and gently kissed his lips. When the kiss was broken she looked into his eyes, "You did well, my love. Rest." He whispered, "I love you, Amelia." She smiled widely, "I know, my love. Rest." He closed his eyes and fell back asleep.

She then stood and looked closer at Ella. She seemed uninjured yet unable to awake. Amelia thought her body had just simply been through too much and needed rest. She bent down and kissed her forehead, "Rest well. But, do not sleep too long."

As she stood a servant quietly entered the room, "Your presence is required by the Queen. She wants to know about everything that has happened." Amelia nodded her head, "Very well. I am on my way." She left the room and quietly closed the doors behind her. She had a gut feeling that the Queen would want to know what was going on with Glenn and Ella. She said she would tell no one yet she told Alan. Now, the Queen herself wanted to know. Surely she could not deny the Queen. With a long sighs she made her way to the room where Glenn would be.

She slowly slid open the door and curtsied before the Queen. She then stood and walked nearer. She frowned at the sight of all the blood. She looked back to the Queen, "So, how is he? I pray you tell me he will survive. It is imparitive that he does."
 
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