Graynar had heard the soldiers say this many times in the last three hours. He watched the soldiers as they carried the wounded into the mess hall. He could smell blood, and humid sickness. Graynar continued down the hall, he was told to bring Gerral Vlax to Hurokol. Graynar smiled intently, thinking of the princess often crafted a smile on his face. But Graynar had another reason to smile; His father, had returned, after a decade of being declared dead. Ray Willzar. his beloved father, told Graynar that he hadn't been killed, but only trapped in a magical zone, along with the wizard Azaron. Ray was now telling Hurokol and prince Slaywood, about an ice bridge that could help them return to Sikaron.
Graynar was puzzled to see everyones reactions to his father popping out of the blue. Graynar of course, was overjoyed, and did not care if his friends did not truely believe this strange event. However, Hurokol was very suspicious, and knew something fishy was going on.
Meanwhile, messenger birds had been frequently visiting the castle, baring messages of battles and sieges, which were occuring rapidly over the island kingdoms. The Rayhona fleet, had assembled at Mardanus cove, along the Sikaron shore. Also, the army of the sky elves of Tridale were there, along with the armies of several other island kingdoms. Graynar, knew that once they returned to Sikaron, they would have to untie the kingdoms to defeat the unkown adversaries they were facing. Rumour has it however, that a traitorous witch know an Delvano, is running this new war. Graynar decided to ignore this for now, as he approached Gerral Vlax.
"Princess, Hurokol seeks an audience with you." said the knight as polietly as he could muster.
"Oh." responded Gerral, fixing her big eyes Graynar. "Did he tell you what he wants to talk about?"
"Something about your father I believe." said Graynar, trying to smile. Being in Gerral's presence was very intoxicating for the knight.
"I see, please, take me to sir Hurokol."
Graynar led the way with Gerral at his heals. He might have made a good impression on her if he hadn't walked smack into his father.
"Sorry father, I just-"
Ray Willzar turned around. He looked very similar to his son Graynar.
"What is it son?" said Ray, looking from Gerral, to his red faced son.
"Is something going on here?"
"Everything's fine." said Hurokol, walking towards them.
"Perfect timing sir." said Graynar, quickly covering his mouth at his words.
Hurokol ignored Graynar as he often did when the knight spoke without thinking.
"Gerral please we must talk about your father."
Graynar caught up with Boldan as the army of people and several soldeirs, left the keep. King Vander watched them go from the keep of Hartayon. Hurokol hit his chest with his fist, as a sign of god speed. Just as he had when King Jorron perished. Gestures like that made Graynar respect Hurokol consistently.
"How are we going to get all these people over to Sikaron Gray?" said Boldan, watching the depressed people marching behind him.
"My father says there's an ice bridge we can cross."
"I didn't know there was an ice bridge here." said Boldan, raising an eyebrow.
"Neither did I. Well, we can trust my dad right?" said Graynar, but for some odd reason, he didn't believe what he said himself.
Several Vazanay guards walked by, bearing Azaron, who was tightly bound to stop him from escaping. His eyes were no longer blue, and Graynar wondered if he was still under mind control.
But now was not the time for thinking of personal problems. Marcus ordered the horde to pass through the gap in the breached wall, and chase the retreating Vazanay people. But Marcus knew, King Vander would have to die before that.
As the orc army passed through the wall, Marcus called up to King Vander.
"Fight me king!"
King Vander disappeared for several moments, and came back into view moments later infront of Marcus. Drone smiled, and swung his short sword from hand to hand. King Vander sported a golden sword, which looked like it was worth quite some value.
"Foolish king." sneered Marcus. "Why would you stay behind to get yourself killed?"
"My life is here in Vazanay. I will not let it be abandoned to an army of fowl orcs!"
Marcus laughed coldly. "You value this hunk of stone more than your children. You are a very poor father."
King Vander prepared his sword for battle. "I am taking the same path my father and his father took before me. We will die for our kingdom. My son and daughter, knew this could happen one day."
The human orc captain, prepared his blade for battle.
"So be it king."
"Son, I have something to tell you." said Ray, placing his hand on Graynar's chest.
"What is it father?" said Graynar smiling, overwhelmed by happiness in seeing his father alive.
There was a pause before Ray spoke again.
"I have to kill you." said Ray, pulling a sword out of a supply cart. His eyes were now glowing slightly blue and his voice echoed with a voice on another man.
"Hahahahaha." said Ray, his voice flowing smoothly with the other mysterious one.
"I am lord Fargo, and I am the one pulling the strings now!"
The advancing people of Vazanay stopped in their tracks. Boldan, Hurokol, prince Slaywood, Gunfar, Wolf, Renvale, Gerral Vlax, and Graynar, watched as Ray Willzar walked infront of them with the sword in his hands.
"Father, it is not you!?" said Graynar, his hands shaking.
"Oh this is your father." said Fargo. "But I am controlling him, and now you will all perish as he destroys you all!" Laughed Ray and Fargo in unison.
"No!" cried Graynar, as Ray jumped towards his friends, the sword shining in the damp air.
"What are you?" cried the King with watery eyes, dropping his defenses for a split second. A mistake, that led to a sword humming through the air, seperating the king's head from his shoulders.
"I rather you hadn't seen that." replied Marcus to the dead king. He picked the mask up and placed it back on his face "It is really, only a temporary condition."
As Marcus ran to rejoin his army, Wolfy came out of the bushes and sniffed the dead king.
"Wolfy, not like death." whined Wolfy, scratching his fluffy ears, and running after Marcus.
