The Lost Tale Chapter 1 The Journey Begins

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Chapter 1 The Journey Begins

Long ago after the Kitten War When the races returned to their new homes and peace had returned. All was at peace but questions flowed around the land on the wind. Was the world still safe? Did kitten return to the deep? Did Jena or the Kami save us? These questions started a great trek to each race. The Tryker wondered about their new home and the other lands.

While the leaders discussed what must be done a young mage and his sister were sitting on the hill outside FairHaven. They were playing their flutes, which were gifts from their parents who died protecting them from kittin. They played music that brought joy to everyone in FairHaven. They played on that hill every afternoon, because it was the place where they were given the flutes. The guards always waited for them to show up and play. The two were known as Windra and Aqua and they have a great secret, that show its self soon.

On the shores of FairHaven were two Tykers, a fighter known as La’Beka and a gunner known as Be’Cona. Some would say they were brothers, they acted and looked alike. Plus they lived to fight each other, for fun tho. Every time some heard a gun shot and a sword clash they knew it was Be’Cona and La’Beka always at that same spot.

Then there came Ga’Lorda and Sa’Binga they lived for the thrill of the harvest and craft. Young but they could make some of the best armor in all of FairHaven. La’Beka, Be’Cona, Windra, Aqua, Ga’Lorda, and Sa’Binga all knew each other, but not very well.
Little did they know they came from families of grand crafters, fighters, gunners, mages, and harvesters. They had all lost their parents to kittin and now they will become the greatest Trykers who every lived.

“La’Beka, Be’Cona, Windra, Aqua, Ga’Lorda, and Sa’Binga, your need at the grand hall now, it’s very important. The guards told each one of them.

They did as they were told and walked to the Grand Hall, to see what they were needed for. As they walked down the path the LakeLand winds blew through their hair. It was a calm day, the sun was bright and the air was warm, the streets were busy with homins, and a few children play “Catch the Yubo” up and down the streets. They grouped grinned at them as they passed and the children grinned back.

“Remember when we use to play that game guys, it was so much fun.” Aqua said smiling happily.

“Yeah I miss those days, makes me feel old.” La’Beka laughed.

“Old we’re not even adults La’Beka.” Windra laughed as did everyone else.

“Well this is the tower, I wonder who wants us?” Ga’Lorda said with a shaky voice.

“Well only one to find out.” Sa’Binga responded while pushing the button for the Grand Hall.

Everyone walked into the Grand Hall portal. The Grand Hall was decorated with several plants and a rug that took up almost the entire hall. The rug had the Tryker symbol woven into it. Plants of all kinds were up against the wall were orb lamp were mounted. They released a blue warm glow that covered the fine wood walls, and at the end of the hall behind the meeting table was a huge aqua window.

Seated at the table were the leaders of the Tykers. Rigan Mac'Darrell, and the Tyker masters, and next to Rigan Mac'Darrell was his right hand man Wyler.

“Good your all here, now what we’re about to tell you is very important.” Rigan Mac'Darrell said standing up.

“Please have a seat I have much to tell you.” Rigan Mac'Darrell said seating back down.

At this the group quick sat down on the rug at Ma’Darrel command.

Ma’Darrel was dressed in supreme white clothes, as was Wyler. The Masters were dressed in choice blue and red armor. The table they sat at was covered in maps and charts. Two bottles of fine water were at the right end of the table and four light orbs were place at equal parts of the table, causing a glow to fill the room.

“Now down to business, as many of you know we have lost connect with the other races, and we need to know whether the races are our enemies or our allies.” Ma’Darrel said in a grand voice.

“I will not stand by and let these young ones get kill at the hands of the horrid Matis!” The Master of Fighting yelled, slamming to his hands down on the table, causing the bottles to shake.

The group looked at each other with worried looks.

“Please control your self, your scaring the group.” Wyler said in a calm voice.

“I know you hate the Matis, as do many of us, but an alliance must be made to end to senseless fighting.” The Master of Healing said while she scanned the maps.

“This isn’t how I wanted to tell them but I knew this would happen.” Ma’Darrel sighed.

“What are you talking about?” La’Beka asked.

“You weren’t born yet but during the Great Swarming we had to live with the other races. But the past dies hard and we believe the Matis are still out to get us. So we have decided that with the help of the Karavan an alliance will be made with all the races to end this senseless fighting.” Ma’Darrel said


“Why us?” Everyone blurted out.

“Jena.” The Masters said.

At this the group fell silent. Jena ran through minds like a storm.

“We have been forbidden to tell you why you are the ones that are going, but one of the main reasons is you’re the best for the job.”

“We’ve watched all of you sense you were kids, you are the best Trykers we’re ever seen.” Wyler said.

“Well we always talk about going to the other lands and meet their people.” Aqua said dreaming of the trip.

“It’s up to all of you, if don’t want to go we’ll find someone else.” The Master of Craft said.

The group whispered to each other about what to do. After about a half hour did was decided.

“Ok we’ll go, it will be our honor.” Every said happily bowing to their Leaders.

“Great, your mounts are feed and we have packer all ready, below us are sleeping chamber, sleep their for the night, you leave tomorrow morning, we talk more in the morning, now if you don’t mind we have to finish our meeting.

With that the group ran to the local bar and told everyone about what had just happened.

“Drinks on us tonight we celebrate!” Be’Cona yelled toasting with the others.

They drank and partied late into the night. Everyone kept telling them that FairHaven wouldn’t be same with out them and they would be missed dearly. But they promised everyone they will return safely. Ga’Lorda, Sa’Binga, and La’Beka got so drunk that night that Windra, Aqua, and Be’Cona had to carry them back to their rooms.

As they carried them back the sounds of the LakeLands at night filled their ears. It was a lovely noise and with the moon being high in the sky one could stay on the roads for ever. But they had to get the two drunks to their beds and they were drained and very sleepy. Windra, Aqua, and Be’Cona fell asleep in seconds as their heads hit their pillow. The journey started tomorrow and they couldn’t wait.

I hope this will clear up alot of confusion and now all the new homins can understand my tale. Happy Reading

Windra