His words were cut off by a deep, urgent horn blast—not the festival’s cheerful trumpets, but the wail of a watcher’s alarm from the northern gates.The music faltered, heads turning.Another blast, then shouts rippled through the crowd.Guwayne stood, heart pounding, as riders burst through the gates—scouts from the canyon, horses lathered, armor bloodied.
One, a young knight under Kendrick's command, reined in before Eldric, dismounting.The chatter of earlier had ceased.All eyes were on him."My liege!"he gasped."The Shield—it's breached!In the north, near the Highlands.Monsters—trolls or worse—broke through at dawn.They attacked an outpost, killed several guards, and others are missing.They're inside the Ring!"
CHAPTER TWO
The horn's wail echoed through King's Court like a dirge, cutting through the festival's merriment with the sharpness of a blade.The scout had repeated his breathless report to the King and queen and their retinue, and word had already spread along the streets of King's Court.Everywhere, chaos erupted.Merchants froze mid-haggle, their wares forgotten; children clung to their parents' legs, wide-eyed; knights who had been laughing moments before now gripped their hilts, faces hardening into masks of resolve.The Summer Festival, a symbol of fifteen unblemished years of peace, shattered in an instant, replaced by the grim specter of fear and a future that was suddenly clouded with uncertainty.
Thorgrin, standing tall on the dais, felt a chill race down his spine despite the warm midday sun.The Destiny Sword at his belt hummed faintly, as if sensing the disturbance in the ether.Beside him, Gwendolyn's hand tightened on his arm, her regal poise unbroken but her eyes betraying a flicker of fear, not for her, but for her people.She had led the Ring through darker times—exile, invasion, the brink of annihilation—and yet this breach, so sudden and inexplicable, stirred old wounds.
"Seal the gates," Thorgrin commanded, his voice booming over the square, steady as the mountains."Rally the Silver to the walls.Legion, form patrols within the city.No one leaves until we know more."
The crowd dispersed in ordered haste, knights barking orders as civilians hurried to safety.Thorgrin turned to the scout, a young man named Harvan, whose armor bore fresh gouges and splatters of dark ichor."You—report in full.Leave nothing out."
Harvan knelt, his breath ragged."My King, it began at dawn, yesterday.There were reports of a tremor that shook the ground near the Highland outpost.The Shield...it flickered, like a candle in the wind.Then a crack appeared—small at first, but widening like a wound.Beasts poured through: rock-skinned trolls, eyes glowing like embers, claws dripping venom.They moved faster than any foe we've drilled against.We lost six men before we drove them back with fire and steel.The breach sealed itself moments later, but those that got through...they're loose in the woods, heading south."
Thorgrin's jaw tightened.The Shield, restored by his own hand after the Blood Lord's defeat, had been impenetrable.Powered by ancient druidic magic and the Sorcerer's Ring—now worn by Guwayne—it was more than a barrier; it was the Ring's lifeblood, a promise of security etched into the very fabric of their world.A breach meant not just invasion, but a failure in the magic itself.
Those who had been alive when it had failed before did not need to be reminded of what could ensue.There were a lot of envious, hungry, and bitter eyes directed towards the ring.Many had been defeated, but there were still enough that remained that meant any breach was a potential disaster.
Gwendolyn stepped forward, her voice calm, authoritative."How many beasts?And the outpost—does it hold?"
"Two dozen at least, my Queen," Harvan replied."The outpost stands, but we're undermanned.Kendrick's riders are pursuing the creatures.Others have gone to the nearby villages, but...they fear more cracks may appear.We are stretched already.”
Thorgrin exchanged a grave look with Gwendolyn."Convene the council," he said."In the war chamber.Now."
*
The war chamber, deep within the castle's heart, was a vault of stone and memory.Maps of the Ring adorned the walls, etched with the scars of past battles.A massive oak table dominated the room, the scene of countless strategy sessions from over the centuries.Torches flickered in iron sconces, casting long shadows as the council assembled.
Thorgrin sat at the head, Gwendolyn to his right.To his left was Reece, ever the steadfast brother-in-arms, his face etched with concern.Beside him, Erec, the iron-willed knight from the Southern Isles, his weathered skin gleaming under the torchlight, his hand resting on the hilt of his ancestral sword.Kendrick, Gwendolyn's half-brother and commander of the border patrols, arrived breathless, his armor still dusted from the ride.Godfrey, once the kingdom's jester and drunkard but now a wise advisor, entered with a somber expression, his wine sack of years gone by now absent.Alistair, Thorgrin's sister and a powerful druid in her own right, took her seat gracefully, her light blue eyes glowing faintly with inner magic.Absent were Darius and several others on distant duties, but this core group had weathered storms before.
They eyed each other and each knew what the others were thinking.They had hoped they would never be called upon again to face known and unknown dangers.But deep down, they had each, in their own way, suspected that this day would eventually arrive.
"The Shield has held for fifteen years," Thorgrin began, his voice resonant."No army, no sorcery has pierced it since the Blood Lord's fall.This breach is no accident.The scout speaks of tremors, cracks that heal themselves.What force could challenge the druidic wards?"
Kendrick leaned forward, unrolling a fresh map of the northern Highlands."My scouts confirm it, sire.The ground to the north shook as if the earth itself rebelled.The beasts, they are as bad as any we have encountered in the Wilds.They're not mere trolls; their hides repel blades, their venom corrodes steel.We are confident we have contained them for now, but if more breaches occur..."
Erec nodded grimly."The Empire's remnants lurk beyond the Canyon.Volusia's heirs still plot, but they've never breached the Shield.This feels...internal.A rot from within."
Godfrey cleared his throat, his voice thoughtful."Spies in the taverns whisper of omens: strange lights in the north, whispers in the wind.The people fear it's the prophecy—the dark lord rising.They look to Guwayne..."
Thorgrin's fist clenched at the mention.The ancient prophecy, whispered by Argon before his passing, foretold Guwayne's potential for greatness—or darkness."Guwayne is our hope, not our doom," he said firmly."But prophecies are shadows.We deal in facts."
“The Shield covers a huge expanse,” Reece said.“Who is to say further breaches haven’t already occurred further away.Over to the east?Beasts could have been pouring through for days and we would not have heard of it.”
Thorgrin stood, pacing the chamber.The Destiny Sword pulsed at his side, urging action."We cannot wait for answers to come to us.The breach must be investigated personally.I will ride north, assess the damage, and divine the cause.If it's sorcery, my druidic powers may mend it."
Gwendolyn's hand shot out, gripping his arm."Thor, no.You're the King now, not the boy who quested alone.The kingdom needs you here.Send the Legion—let Reece or Erec lead.We've built this peace together; don't risk it on a whim."
Her concern was a dagger to his heart.Gwendolyn had sacrificed more than any—her youth in exile, her health in battles, her dreams for the throne's demands.Yet Thorgrin felt the pull, the same restless call that had driven him from his village home to greatness."It's no whim, my love," he replied softly, covering her hand with his."The Shield is tied to me—to the power I wielded to restore it.If the breach stems from druidic failure, only I can sense it.Only I could mend it."
Reece nodded in agreement."Thorgrin's right.We've grown complacent in peace.But I'll ride with you, brother.As in the old days."
Erec rose."And I.The Southern Isles owe the Ring much; my blade is yours."
Kendrick stood as well."The borders are my domain.I'll guide the way."
Godfrey sighed."I'm no warrior, but if words or wits are needed, count me in.Though I'd prefer a diplomatic troll over a venomous one."
