Introduction
It has been years since Tyvern has been seen as the weak nation that it once was. This view was changed by one man. A man of extraordinary power. Few know exactly where he came from, but from the appeared on the battle field alongside the Tyvernian army, they have been nigh on invincible. And it is to this backdrop that our story is set.
Tyvern, while small, is located in one of the most strategic spots imaginable. It controls a section of land through which all major trade routes run, and has an abundance of natural resources which make it quite prosperous in it own right. The amenities, however, are also the reason for all its tribulations. It is constantly at war, with one nation or another, to defend its land and people. Before the arrival of the hero, they were usually overrun. This has entirely changed now, and while they are still at perpetual war, they are no longer trampled. They beat down the enemy before them, then turn onto the next, lead by the hero who inspires bravery and confidence. The Tyvern army itself is nothing to forget about either; they are easily the most experienced army in the world.
Another thing that is unique to Tyvern is the way the handle there people. Anyone who is viewed as even a possible malcontent is examined, and if they are found to be against the grain of the common society, then they are exiled. These exiles are allowed to return if they change their way of thinking, but most "disappear" after a few months or years in other countries. This is done to keep the people united against the outside foes. People expelled range from visionaries to criminals to just normal men with different ways of thinking.
Geography
There are only a few locations important enough to list right now, but allow me to say them right now:
Tyvern- the country of origin for all the main characters. There isn't much to add from what is up there.
Haarpa- a country that borders Tyvern, and the place where the exiles are first shipped. Hot. Unnecessarily so.
The Deadlands- an area of land around Tyvern that has been the site of countless bloody battles. Made up of sparse grasslands and bogs. Very inhospitable.
Jinera- another country on that boarders Tyvern. One of the few that does not attack it on a regular basis. It is ruled by king or queen who is determined by might of arms in single combat.
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Upon this ridge there stood three people. None of them had met before today, but they all had something in common; these were the last moments that they would spend in their homeland. One of these people, the only girl among them, was Miralda Cristina de Reon, or at least she had been. With her exile, she lost her title of "de Reon," and was merely Miralda Cristina. She was born and raised as a noble, but she was now only a mere commoner. Strangely, however, that didn't bother her at the moment. At the moment, she only felt the hollow melancholy on the thought of leaving her homeland forever. But she knew that she could not stay.
She turned to look at her companions. One was a boy who looked about her age, while the other was a man who looked a good bit older. They would travel together across the Deadlands, then perhaps further into the surrounding countries. With a look, she saw that they both felt the same thing; it was time to leave. She saddled up and started to ride with them in silence, waiting for one of them to start the conversation.
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And moreover, he longed to breathe again in this air. He longed to return before he had even left.
Zhyle turned to the other two that he had been told were setting out with him. A girl about his age and a much older man. The girl mounted her horse first, and Zhyle observed. She seemed at least she knew her way around a horse by the way she mounted. Following her lead, Zhyle also nounted his own horse. This horse was one he had taken from the farm. He had largely taught it himself really, the only things he didn't do were teach it the basics. It was a Percheron, three years old. Not a pureblood, but one bred on the farm from some of the finest horses he had known. It was a little undersized compared to other horses and at first glance, it's most remarkable quality was that it was a bay. But this horse it was tough as nails. For all the time Zhyle had worked with him, he had never quit once.
Zhyle then looked back up, over the ridge. Into the deadlands. And away from Tyvern. And he hesitated, waiting for someone else to make a move first. Wanting to stay in that one spot for as long as he possibly could. However sa he saw the girl move her horse forward, he followed reluctantly.
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He couldn't help but glance at his "companions." Both so young, one looking pampered and the other experienced, and exiled from their home for things that weren't their burdens to bear. Its sickened him, but he knew everything would work out fine. Negativity can kill and positivity can disappoint- the only way you can get through life is to look at everything objectively and keep pressing forward. That was Saerin's view on life, and he had the wisdom brought from age to back this up.
It was because he felt this way that it was he who took the second step forward, even breaking his almost stoic silence by mumbling "Let's get on with it, then." It seemed the boy would need the push to get him to actually leave this land, the one he had known his whole life and could not rightfully let go. But greater things lay ahead. He moved quickly, getting on his horse. He normally traveled without one, but then again he normally traveled alone. He followed the girl.
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That time came about halfway across the Deadlands. Almira had finally come out of her reverie to look at her two companions. She turned back forward, and said after a good delay, "So, why were you two exiled?"
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Zhyle smiled at the other two adding, "But, rebellion seems to run strong through the blood of young men anyway. I'm more curious about how an old man and a pretty young girl became trators than the story of a young man such as myself."
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Saerin heard the kid claim that he was a victim of his father's crimes, caught and punished for acts that weren't his own. He listened closely, trying to find a slip in the story, but the boy somehow sounded honest. That was odd. Out of any group of convicts he had ever met, at least one of them was guilty. That would mean that the girl was guilty. But he would have to wait and hear her story.
The boy turned to the other two and asked them about their own banishments. When it became clear that the girl meant to go last, he looked at the boy and grunted. "Some people have the need to blame others for their own problems." He then turned his head back towards the distance and closed his eyes. There was a time to tell the truth and a time to leave the others ignorant, and he did not feel the desire to fully disclose his predicament to the others at this point.
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The land around them was slowly changing from the sterile land that they had been passing through to more of a steppe. The scraggly bush was starting to get more and more definite, and the ugly brownish-green grass was giving way to more living grass, if still very dry. They were almost to Haarpa.
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He turned to the girl. She had been kind enough to reveal her name, breaking the final barrier that stood between them as strangers and travelling companions. He turned his head towards the other and simply said "Saerin." Then he once again returned to his silent contemplation.
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But it didn't really matter anyway. They were going to get to Haarpa eventually and it would pass the time if at least one of these two would start to open their steel traps. The old man didn't seem like he could remember how to use his so his best bet was to make small talk with the girl. But then again, she was a NOBLE. He highly doubted there's be much to talk about or that she'd want to talk to him. He swore that if she started getting all high and mighty on him, he would take of right then and there. He probably knew how to handle a horse better than any of them, so he'd be able to lose them. That wasy, he'd get to Haarpa much faster.
But if she was halfway decent company he'd stick around. It wasn't every day you got to hang around with a pretty noble.
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What she didn't add was that she had also learned the art of the sword from her Master, the greatest hero to ever live. It was by his experienced hand that she learned to wield her buckler and blade, and she had become more than a small danger during the process. In fact, she already ranked as a fighter on the level of the top knights in the army, and still improving over time. This improvement was inevitable; after all, her goal was to be able to fight on the same level as her Master.
Nearing every second was a group of small buildings on the horizen. Though far at first, the group got closer and closer, and it was just a matter of time before they entered the town. The terrain was still scrubby and sparse, and the village looked like it was in the middle of a harsh drought. She turned to her companions. "Let us find a room at the inn for the night. The sun is about to go down."
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However, the more he looked at the village, the more odd it began to appear. It was almost like a ghost town. It may have just been Saerin's overcautiousness causing him to overestimate the effects of the drought in this area, but he could not help but sense this ever-present feeling of ominousness. Still, he was curious. He would go into town with these children to find out what was happening, and take the consequences head on... be they good or bad.
He began to prepare his items for entering the inn. He simply needed to slide his few precious items into the deep pockets of his cloak and he was ready to go long before they reached the outside of the town.
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The group of three first went to the stables outside the inn. There was no ostler there to take their horses, so they couldn't put them there before walking into the main part of the inn. The silence of the building was unnerving, and unnatural, considering that there should have been people around in the building. It was an inn, after all. But as the group walked in, they found there was nothing. No one stood behind the counter to wait for them, and there were certainly no others in the building. Just like the rest of the town, it was deserted. Miralda looked at her companions quickly, then looked back around. She didn't get a good feeling from this place at all. She said to the other two, "I don't think that we can stay here tonight. Shall we just ride on through?"
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But anyway, they tied up their horses properly and entered the inn. But when they entered, there was nobody to be found. Nothing but dust. Something was DEFINATELY wrong here. You would think that at least the inn would have some people to look over it. In fact, this town should have been thriving due to exiles entering and wanting to only go as far as the first town. Then they settle down and the population should continue to grow. Soon Miralda spoke up, suggesting to ride through. Well, it was a good idea, but Zhyle was't exactly sure if they would be able to find the next settlement, they were in the middle of nowhere after all, but he really didn't want to test his luck here.
"Yeah." Zhyle hesitated."I don't want to spend any more time in this empty place. We might just have to camp outdoors tonight and hope nothing happens to our horses and it doesn't rain."
With that, he turned and walked immediately back to his horse, untied it, and mounted.
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A few days later:
The band of three slowly limped into a town that seemed to be an oasis in the desert. The group had fought of the monster that had attacked them at the price of being wounded. Nothing life threatening, of course, but that thing, whatever it was, had been one tough cookie. Luckily for the group, the horses were probably more hurt that they had been. The town the found themselves in was actually bigger than just a "town:" it was a full-blow city. The most striking feature was a Colosseum that towered over the other structures in town. Miralda said to her companions, "Let us see about finding an actual inn this time."
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He shifted nervously in his saddle and patted his horse's neck. She had done well, she had taken quite the bumps and bruises, and he knew she was dead tired, like all of their valueble steeds, and she would need time to recover. But with the look at this town, maybe they could stay here for a while. Well, any way, they would be forced to. Zhyle reached down and touched his purse inside his pocket, far too light than he would like, but that was life.
But then again, who was he kidding. He kept saying "we", what "we" was there. This seemed to be a temporary alliance after all, until they reached civilization. A noble like the girl over there could be taken in by a lord or a lady as a tutor or somthing, and the old man seemed to be the scholarly type too. But him, eh. He was a farmer. He would have to find his own niche here. But, for now, it didn't seem like the others had the same idea, and for that, he was grateful. Because as much as he wasn't going to say it, he had no IDEA what he was doing at such a place as this city.
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As for his own injuries, he had been dealt a deep cut across his left shin- though he had bolstered it with an unnoticeable amount of spirit energy to reduce the appearance that he was hurt and to allow him to walk. Meanwhile, his horse had been hit badly in the ribs, so it would be discomforting for Saerin to continue riding it. Not that he didn't prefer walking, but it also meant that it would take longer to reach the next town. At the pint that they finally did, then, an inn was a welcoming sight. "Near the entrance or coliseum." Because of the size of the city, it was probable that inns would be located in both places- though the inn near the entrance would be home to transient travelers and traders, while the one near the coliseum would contain fighters and spectators. He personally had no preference.
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With this, she flicked her wrists on the reins and got her horse in motion. She followed the main street towards th center of town, taking a look at the sites around. This city was nowhere near as prosperous as some in her homeland. In fact, it was not nearly as prosperous as any city back home. But from the looks of things, this was one of the major cities in the area. The city was also massive, so it took them a good while to get to its center. While they went, Miralda was quiet. It was really only sinking in now she would never see the splendor of her homeland again.
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He resolved to go check out the colloseum later. Right now they needed to find an inn that they could stay at, or at least get some food for them and their horses. But as he rubbed his chin and felt the scratchey stubble growing on him, he wondered what sort of inn would even let them. Well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. First, they had to find an inn.
The lady's idea about the colloseum didn't seem a bad one though. There would probably be a few inns around there, but they may be a little overpriced, and many may be well out of the range that they could afford. "After, you m'lady" he said jokingly and followed her down toward the colloseum.
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Once inside, she inquired about rooms. When she heard the price, she looked down at her purse momentarily. Perhaps she hadn't brought quite enough money. She had enough to only get one room, and while it was still large enough for all three of them, it was only one room, and she was a girl. Of course, there was really no other option. She took the room, looked at the few coins she had left, then headed back to her companions.
She looked at them and said, "I got us a room for the week. It is big enough for all of us. That should give us enough time to figure out where we are going to go from here. Tomorrow I think that we should explore the city and head to the colosseum. If we go there, we can earn some money hopefully. So, lets get to bed." While she said this, she didn't sound pushy, arrogant, or condescending. She just said it like it was common sense. She hadn't even considered that one of them might have some objection to the plan.
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He simply grunted in an affirmative tone in response to Miralda's words as he promptly stepped into their room. He glanced around the room, examining the furniture with disdain. In the end he chose the smallest, emptiest corner of the room and sat down. From his pockets he brought out his tarot cards and crystal ball, placing them on the ground directly in front of him. He placed one hand on the ball, which began to glow slightly, and fell into a trance. His other hand lingered over the cards, then one by one drew three cards randomly from the stack: The 9 of Coins, Strength, and The 8 of Cups. He glanced at them momentarily, then reshuffled the deck.
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He then went up to the room with the rest and put down his belongings in the corner of the roomThen he stretched and turned back around, until something dawned on him. One room. So Miralda and the old man were sleeping here too, he thought. Well, the old man wouldn't be a problem. He didn't say much anyway, but he wasn't sure of how the little noble thought of sharing her room with two men. Zhyle looked over at the two trying to contemplate their thoughts. Until he saw the old man bringing out a crystal ball and laying down cards, like some fortune teller. That got him stood up right quick. HE passed the man on his way out of the room and headed back to the common room before he had even decided where to go.
It wasn't as if Zhyle shunned that hocus pocus with fortune telling and all that, it was in fact the opposite, Zhyle thought as he looked back toward the room. The thing was, there was no way at all that any of this gibberish could be proven. What if it was wrong, what f it got your hopes up for nothing. Or whatever. But the thing was, you just couldn't help yourself. You wanted to know.
By this time Zhyle had found himself wandering on the main street, and almost immediately decided this was a bad idea. HE shouldn't go anywhere without his group anyway, and especially not as nightime was rolling around. But he saw one shop across the street he just couldn't resist.
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A minute later Zhyle emerged carrying his beat up copy of a book from the bookstore. He had haggled the price down to practically nothing from the seller, because it wasn't like they were going to sell that copy anytime soon, especially in a nice district like this. Satisfied with his excursion he returned to the inn and back into the room, hoping the old man was not going to tempt him any further with any fortunes.
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