The Jeweled Gate 1

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Category: Fantasy
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Published: 04/23/03

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Chapters: -Prologue-

Author Note: Thank you for reading!

PROLOGUE

Once, four Mages of immense power were placed upon a newly born world. Each Mage held elements of magic. Forg was the holder of all forest magic. Shlok was the crafter of the fire element. Carr was the master of water and ice powers. Sen was the king of the storm powers. These Mages, saw thousands of years go by, giving advice to near towns of brooding races. They appeared the age of a youthfull seventeen but were really eons old. They created portals of time to bring the being years aahead or backwards in time. The portals were connected by bridges of time, if one bridge broke, the being would die quite quickly of rapidly aging age, this serves as a punishment for altering and playing with time. As an extra safety, only the pure-hearted could acces the barriers of time. An ancient Chaog priest, letting his eyes decieve him into thinking he was much wiser and older then the four Mages, set them a task because their ancient land of Crenn was only connected to the rest of the world by a hiluen magical mass. Hiluen was ancient Kalris language. But the mass was braking, and if they didn't repair it, it would lead the land into darkness and death. So they traveled braving many a trial and hardship. Finally at the base of the forest-lands they found a mountain, and they knew that their journey had come to a rest. They searched and searched, to make a rather long story a rather short story, they found a light staircase, with eyes wisend of age and power. They saw ancient crystals with dead kalris spirits. whatever evil destroyed the dwelling of these kalrises, the most pure and powerful kalrises, was great. They found an ancient ruin in the rubble. They found they could read the ancient markings left by the kalrises, who carved the words in ancient kalris tongue. it said: The Ruin of Denathor will help the land of the mass when a mass-land man finds it. The Mages were soon controlling the ancient ruin. Eons after, the mass was restored because of the ancient ruins magic. They were tempted to turn the ancient ruins magic on other lands, so they could control all. But they shifted the thought from their minds and remained good. But millions of years after, decendents of the evil, gathered and marched towards the kalris land again. The Mages got news of this. They cast up a gate of jeweles to protect the land. A scroll lay in the dust. it told a story of the One kalris who escaped. He was the One. His parents gave their lives to save him, because he was the destiny of the world. He was the one. And the Lost Kalris. Only the Lost kalris could open the gate. Another scroll lied in the dust telling about the traitor kalris who went astray. The Mages found that evil magic was at work and the jeweled gate could only take so much before defieing the spells and chants, and opening. To add to their worries, the Chaogs that were pushed from Cren years ago, are now joined with the evil forces. It was time to call the Kalris. The lost Kalris... But evil got news, and sent an army to at all costs kill this lost kalris. Will he survive?

Chapter 1

Aielen had grown up in the palace of Vackrowth, never seeing the village or mountains, plains and fields yonder. His mother would never allow it, she being deathly afraid of something happening to Aielen. So Aielen spent his time in the courtyard and many rooms of the palace, trying to keep from being bored. But something was about to happen... Red-clad figures burst through the doors of the palace, and with the flick of a hand, two guards were dead. "We don't want to cause too much damage, our main target is this kalris boy, but if worst is worst we'll tear up the whole village. Then an arrow met it's mark and the red-clad figure who spoke, fell, still alive but in disbelief. "RAAAAA" yelled a red-clad figure as he stabbed violently at the staircase that the archer was running down. "These are from Volnick" said the Archer. "Yes Volnick" hissed another red-clad figure as he threw a flame at the archer, only to have it be dodged. "It really makes it difficult to kill you Volnick's when your blessed with the element of fire" said the archer. "The ancient Mage, Shlok was an idiot to pass down his elementel magic to us of all races, though many others have the power too" said another red-clad figure, shooting an arrow. It hit broke as it made contact with the wall. Seeing that he missed, he stuck another arrow in a candle, shot it under the bridge lighting it to flames. The archer had fallen at last. One red-clad figure named Bortak killed nine spear-warriors. A guard that survived ran to the queen king and prince (Ailen) and took them outside. "Now queen Vorda and kign Mackrail and Prince Ailen, i want you to run to that abandoned shack out there i the plains" said the guard. But then the queen king and guard got shot by arrows, and the one meant for Ailen barely skinned the arm. Ailen ran. He just ran with all his might. He could weep for his family when all was clear. He saw a secret archer of the king, lying in a burnt down bridge. "Help" he said weakly. Ailen pulled him out of the rubble. "My name's Gartok prince Ailen" he said. "You'll wanna be going to the library, safest place, as the cleric lives in there. Ailen ran and ran, into the library.