Altora: The Chronicles Of The Ren-Ky Warriors

As Lovell woke, he found himself with a splitting headache. Touching the bump, he realized that he was taken somewhere because of those two. Feeling the sheets under his hand, opening his eyes Lovell looking around he could see gold-leafed furniture. With extravagant decor throughout the room. He was looking down at the sheets he noticed that they were silk threads. Jumping off the bed, Lovell was confused about his surroundings. Looking around again he saw a balcony and rushing over to get a better sense of where he was.

Looking out he could see city walls and castle walls surrounding the city. He went pale as he figured out that he was at the Grand Dale Castle. He was squatting down as he held the railing. "Just who are those boys?" he murmured to himself. A knock at the door caught Lovell's attention.

Lovell stood up. "Are you awake, sir?" a woman's voice asked beyond the door.

Sighing, "Yes," turning toward the door. "and you may come in."

The door opened. The woman walked in. Nervously. he watched her entered. She was holding some clean clothes in hand. She placed them on the bed. Standing there. "could you come here, sir." Lovell hesitant to come any closer. "I'm to help you get changed." Gesturing at the clothes. Lovell looked at her. "the king wishes to speak with you." Fear gripped Lovell as he walked over. She changed him into the clothes. They were very similar to his original, though the boots were half calf-high. Dressed, the woman bowed her head, as she swayed her hand to the door. "This way sir."

As Lovell exited the room, four guards were waiting for him. Fully suited and armed with spears as they escorted him. 'what's going on here?' Lovell thought to himself, terrified that something bad was going to happen. As they made their way down the corridors, Lovell noticed a flower garden. One of the flowers was a white marigold or a Sehena, the flower of honouring a fallen one's life and remembering Morris as they walked by it. They were finally reaching the throne room where the king was waiting — catching a glimpse of one of the two in a suit of armour with a lance. It was the one with brown hair. Surprised to see he was a soldier.

Kneeling, the soldiers that brought him there left. His hands were sweaty from everything going on. "From what Gale has told me. You were at the wrong place, at the wrong time when Lance's father, Master Pendragon, came to get them."

'Lance? Gale? So that's their names?" Lovell thought to himself. "Yes, your majesty." Lovell's fears were fading slightly. 'what now? What is going to happen now?' Lovell panicked silently.

"He's in search of something or someone, Sire?"

"Really, Lance? Hmm." The king began to think about the matter. Lovell Finding out that the brown-haired one was Lance, leaving the other as Gale. The king sat back in his throne. "To whom or what are you looking for, Lovell." He stroked his beard waiting for his answer.

Knowing that the two had more than likely gave the king his name. Lovell closed his eyes. "A young woman. No older than twenty years old." Swallowing some fear. "with silver hair and eyes. With her skin being a milky white complexion." Lovell started to doubt that she was even alive. "Your majesty."

Resting his hand, the king stared at him. "I see." The King was closing his eyes'. "I might know someone who can help." Shifting his weight. "though she's a stubborn old woman."

"Really!" Lovell rose his head in excitement. 'Finally, some luck.' He thought to himself. Realizing afterward he had just risen his head without authority to raise it. SLAM!

The doors to the throne room rushed open. The commander waltzed in. Looking at Lovell. "You, insolent worm!" Noticing that his head raised towards the king. "How dare you raise your worthless gaze to his majesty?!" Lovell unimpressed. The commander grabs his arm.

"Father!" Lance was trying to get him to calm down.

"Enough out of you!" Scoffing at his son. "You're not even worthy to even be my son!" the sound of a growling dog started to echo through the hall. "What was that?" Stopping in his tracks. Looking around to see all the dogs cower in utter terror. Lovell had become agitated with Lance's father, was growling at him. The king was leaning in. His magic was erupting into a swirling fire surrounding his body. The commander letting go. "What's going on now?" Anger still erupting from his voice. The fire grew as a large wolf paw came out of the fire, as the flames left revealing a huge, black wolf with a single blade horn, snarling towards Lance's father. "What in all the heavenly plains?" Lance backed up in amazement. His father is readying himself to strike the beast.

"Stay yourself Commander Pendragon!" the king roared. Lance's father gritted his teeth. Getting up from his throne, the king made his way to the wolf. "Calm down young Theyan." Lance's father froze as he looked at Lovell.

Now calmed down a bit. Lovell was standing tall over the commander. "You should know when not to but in," Lovell growled in his beast form. Lance's mouth dropped. When he noticed Lovell could talk as his beast-self, normally when someone capable of shifting into a beast tries to talk, they can't. The king seemed pleasantly surprised whereas Lance's father looks like he stepped in dragon sh*t. "I'm sorry your majesty, for my behaviour." As he changed back in the same manner in which he became a beast, he bowed upon changing back. "It's just hard not to get mad when people start to judge someone based on what they see." Lovell paused. "It irritates me."

He was placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's ok. The commander was in the wrong." Turning his gaze to Lance's father. "he did interrupt our private conversation." The commander turning red as he couldn't look at the king directly anymore. "now, where were we." Waving his hand over, Lovell nodded as he followed the king. Lance trailing behind. "ah yes, the person who could help in your search." Lovell's eye's light up once more. "she lives in the beastman kingdom known as Vonnail." They had entered the garden. Lovell looked over at the king as he paused in thought. "Her name seems to elude me at the time, but she's well known as Grandmother K." stopping by the sehenas. the king glance over to them. "I'm sorry if that is all I can give you."

Lovell smiled, shaking his head. "No, you have been more than helpful." Looking at the king. Lovell bowed. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. Since I can't even give you the name of the woman, I am searching for, to protect her identity." The king smiled as he looked towards the sky.

"Take my fool of a son, Gale, with you." The king's voice was becoming concerned. "It's not that he needs protecting, but he's a fool when dealing with people." The king turns to Lovell. Bowing. "Please, will take him with you." Lance is watching the entrance, then left to find Gale.

Lovell touched his shoulder. Smiling, "Of course I would take him. It's a lonely journey without company."

A sense of relief washed over the king. Placing his arm, along Lovells. Rested his hand on his shoulder, "May Lunatica's guidance is with you." Shocked to hear those words from the king. He was hanging his heads smiling back up at the king.

"Thank you. May her grace guide you to a long life?"

The king walked back as he stood standing a little longer. Lovell knelt to admire the sehena. 'Wish you were here Morris.' Touching the petals. 'You would have liked to have seen these.' Standing up tears started to escaped Lovell's eyes. Smiling, he walked away to the stables.

At the stables, Lovell noticed his horse. A wave of relief washed over him. Grabbing a brush, he went over to clean her. Approaching, he saw that she was injured. Checking the wound, he knew that it wasn't right. She was as stubborn as any mule to not show that it was bothering her. "What did you do silly." Tears were flowing up. He had no choice but to put her out of her misery. She was hugging him as the tears ran into her coat. Stroking her mane, Lovell looked into her big eyes. "I'm so sorry girl." Using a spell allowing his hand to reach her heart. She seemed to know what was happening. Lying down, he started rubbing her head as he squeezed her heart. Life was leaving her eyes as she closed them.

Gale had gone looking for him after hearing some news from Lance. When he did find him, he watched Lovell finish killing his own horse. Walking over, Gale rubbed his shoulder as Lovell continued to cry away, not even saying a word to him. He could see he was hurting too much to talk as he wiped his eyes. "You want a new ride?" Gale was senselessly saying those words. "Ah, sorry." Catching what he had done as Lance came over. Looking over at Lovell, Lance knew what was going on — gently grabbing Gale's shoulder. He looked over shaking his head in silence. They began to leave when Lovell snagged Gales pants.

"No, I'll find a new one over time." He had answered Gale's question. Drying his eyes. "Sorry, she was a gift from someone that I respected." Standing up. "Besides where we're going we won't need a horse."

Gale and Lance looked at each other. Confused on what Lovell just said. "what do you mean by 'we'?" Lance asked.

Lovell was taking a deep breath. "You want outright?" they both nodded. "Then go get packed. We leave in a week." Lovell seemed to recover quickly. Lance and Gale's exchange looks before running off to pack. Lovell was smiling now, "Things are going to get interesting, to say the least." Looking back at his horses' body. He went to find some other people to help him pack it out of the stall, then burning it, trying not to let it bother him too much as he had now other things on his plate.

One of the soldiers contacted Lovell. Letting him know that dinner was ready and that the king would like for him to join them till his departure. Nodding, the soldier led the way.

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"Hunter, where are you?" A shadowy figured sitting on a throne bellowed.

A young man approach from the shadows. "You called milord?" His light brown hair is slipping past his face.

"Good. I have a mission for you, Hunter." Hunter lifted his gaze. His blue eyes hungry. "you are to find this 'Lovell' and dispose of him." The shadowed king resting his hand next to his mouth. "but wait till he finds Luna. She is to be brought to me." Hunter bowed once more pivoting around as he walked away. "one other thing, Hunter."

Stopping, Hunter twisted his body to his king. "Don't engage Fang. Right?" Sneering.

The king cracked a grin, "Yes, DO everything in your power to not fight the man. He's far more skilled than ten thousand of our most skilled men." His eyes cold staring at Hunter. Shrugging his shoulders as he continued out.

Hunter marched over to the dragon grounds. "You! Is Harpoon ready?" Hunter sneered. The keeper directed him to Harpoon. The greyscaled dragon lifting its head to Hunters presents. Looking at his dragon noticed that the riding gear was off. Hunter's started to shake. The quartermaster noticing Hunter started to walk over to him. "Can someone tell me why my dragon is not ready?" Hunter barked before the quartermaster gripped his shoulder.

"Calm yourself, Hunter." Turning to him. Rage boiling in his eyes. "I found that Harpoon would be too obvious for your prey," Hunter growled as he listened. "Besides it is mating season for her. Taking a dragon in heat is total suicide."

Hunter was looking back at Harpoon, stared into her violet eyes. "Humph, your right Kyle." Peering out the corners of his eyes. "Frack, I hate going on foot. Unless you have another means for me to go by?" Grinning at Kyle.

Kyle, lifting his glasses, brought him over to his workshop. "How's this?" pulling a cover off a hoverbike. Hunter whistled at it as he checked it out. "It's a late Terranea Era model that I fixed up." Smirking in joy at Hunter's reaction. "by the way, it's yours if you want it?"

Like a kid in a candy shop, Hunter turned to Kyle. "Of course, I'd take it." They grasped each other's arms. They were longtime friends after all. "So, what's your duties today? Other than being the quartermaster for the rookies?"

"If you count the paperwork from Han has not finished and leaving me to it. Again. Nothing." Kyle leaned against his work table. "Do you remember the man called… oh, what was his name again?" As Kyle was trying to remember. Hunter walked over.

"You mean that Morris guy?" Leaning next to him. His crystal blades were banging the table.

"Yes, that blasted man." Turning to Hunter. "It seems that he had connections to your prey."

Hunter looked as if he had something sour. "Great, my first lead is gone, into dragon fecal." Looking back at that moment he remembers a teen running up to this Morris. The kid's face had looked just like his, but he had a honey blonde coloured hair instead of a dirty blonde. "Hey, Kyle?" He looked back over. "Do you think that the kid that had run up to him, is my prey?"

Kyle began to think about the matter. "Now that you mention it?" He pondered it for a moment. Kyle lowered his hand slightly from his chin as he turns to Hunter. "Yes, actually it was him. My, by the heavens." Kyle surprised by the matter. "If he finds out that you killed that man he might give you a good fight."

Hunter is unimpressed that he met his prey ten years earlier. "Do you know what became of him." Anger and excitement raged through him — a dark grin making its way onto his face.

"He was last seen at Stonebeak." Kyle fixed his glasses. "You packed?"

"When am I never packed? Are you coming for the adventure?" His grin made Kyle start smiling.

"Who would keep you running otherwise?" Looking through the lower half of his glasses. "As well as keep you on track." The two smirking at each other got their things in order.

Hunter was starting the engine as Kyle sat on the back. Revving the engine as the portcullis raised. Once raised, Hunter hit the throttle. They were bolting out beyond the main fortress of the Faremin forces.