Chapter Two Crowds gathered in the streets of Reggingärd as a large troop of Aetanym elite soldiers marched through, making their way to the town square. An ominous air lingered over the once gleaming Ninrillian capitol. The famous “City of Hope” had fallen into shambles ever since the hold fell to the Elder Elves and their emperor had imposed martial law on the people of Ninril. Weary bystanders watched on as the elven warriors trudged through the crowds, headed by an elf in long, silver colored silken robes. He carried with him the banner of the Aetanym Kingdom, many in the crowd recognizing him as a royal messenger, but

Chapter One “Papa, I can't sleep...” The room grew silent as each of the ale drinking men looked up to the loft just above the bar. The light in the tavern was dim, but the men could just make out the face of a child only tall enough to look over the loft railing. A man sitting alone in a corner stood up and found his way to the stairs. He was an enormous man, both in build and presence, yet he was a humble giant. He had a look about him of a man that had seen countless battles, yet he had begun to grow rather compassionate with his age. Upon topping the stairs, he calmly took the young child in his arms and carried him back t