Battle In Firolwen

rinn looked at his friends again and they were a bit far now walking behind the villagers’ long line towards west. Princess Meyah kept looking back at him with eyes telling him that she’s so troubled about Drinn.
   “I know what you feel son.” said a soft male voice behind him. He looked back and found a man who stood firmly wearing a chain mail shirt. His hair was black and a little bit long waving at the blowing wind. His wide chin has a beard and a sword hung at his belt. His deep black eyes were filled with peace and of courage.
   “My name is Quillac.” the man said. “You’re not from here don’t you?”
   Drinn wiped his tears and said “I’m Drinn of Hywel, I’m please to meet you sir.”
   “A man from of east,” said Quillac, “You’re one of them aren’t you?”
   “Yes, I’m one of those who are set free by Cuauhtémoc.” replied Drinn.
   “You can’t go in the battle with those clothes.” Quillac said. “Here wear this.” as he threw a mail shirt and a short sword in front of Drinn.
    Drinn picked the mail shirt and started to wear it up “Thanks for these things sir.” Drinn said. Quillac was looking intently at Drinn as if he was evaluating Drinn.
   “Are you ready with this battle Drinn?” said Quillac softly “I guess you’re not.”
   “What made you say so?” Drinn replied.
   “Your eyes, they speak.” Quillac said “It’s filled with doubt.”
   “What do you mean?” said Drinn and before Quillac replied a shout came from Isaiuhloc “Everyone start moving!”
   “I guess we should go now.” Drinn said.
   And so after Drinn wore the chain mail shirt, and the short sword was fastened at his belt, they joined the group of the villagers gathered by Isaiuhloc and Tallac and they head towards Firolwen field.

   Genevier was hidden in the western mountains, while Coltranthum was sinking as it sets. The blue sky fainted grey and the white clouds turned pale orange when Drinn and the villagers arrived in the Firolwen field. Torches were lighted and camps were set up waving at the wind. A crowd of dragons stood still in front of the cluster of giant trees meshed together that served as Firolwen’s wall, while a horde of aderyns stood behind the dragons. Drinn ran to approached Isaiuhloc who was in front of the villagers and his mail shirt sounded as they shook.
   “Isaiuhloc, do you know where Cuauhtémoc is?” asked Drinn.
   “Look for the largest tent Drinn, I’m sure Master Cuauhtémoc is in there.” replied Isaiuhloc “Reginleif might be there as well, I’ll follow you soon.”
   “Thanks Isaiuhloc!” said Drinn.
   He went at the tents trying to find the biggest one, he succeeded on finding it, and it was at the middle of the tents. It was a dark blue tent and was left open that Drinn saw Reginleif right away at the opening.
   “Reginleif!” he shouted as he ran towards the camp, while Reginleif went outside to meet Drinn.
   “Come on inside Drinn, you must see master Cuauhtémoc.” said Reginleif who was wearing a breastplate and a gauntlet.
   Inside the camp, shields and swords gleamed at the candles lighted up and a wooden table stood at the middle. Cuauhtémoc was sitting with some aderyns having a battle plan, and they were all dressed up in battle suits.
   “Master Cuauhtémoc Drinn had decided to stay.” Reginleif said.
   “Are you sure with your decision Drinn?” Cuauhtémoc inquired, “If you were to ask me, you should join the villagers, and I will send someone to take you there if you want.”
   “I’m already here and there’s no turning back.” Drinn replied.
   “But– you are– the Chosen One Drinn.” said Cuauhtémoc, the other aderyns were surprised and looked at Drinn.
   “You are the White Warrior and you can’t die. A vast army of Amarash was spotted and we’re much outnumbered.”
   “If I am the White Warrior as you insist, then we shall win this war.” replied Drinn.
   “It’s not like that Drinn.” Cuauhtémoc said, “You’re not ready. The prophecy about you is still not complete.”
   “You can’t change my mind Cuauhtémoc.” Drinn said, “You have set me free and I don’t want to leave you all here and fight, while I’m with the villagers fleeing for my life. I owe my life to you.”
   “It’s not with me Drinn,” answered Cuauhtémoc, “You owe it to Quinlan. But very well then, be it according to your will.”
   “Master Cuauhtémoc!” said the voice who just entered the tent and it was Isaiuhloc breathing heavily.  “The villagers are ready, but I have new terrible news.”
   “What is it?” inquired Cuauhtémoc.
   “Vibac and Celandine were spotted at the enemy’s army!” said Isaiuhloc.
   “We need a miracle then to win.” Cuauhtémoc said.
   Cuauhtémoc place a map in the table and said “I’m sure Vibac will let his dragons to attack us first. So we will place the our dragons outside the Tree-Wall. Aderyns will be at the Wall securing it, and men will stay here at the field, they are to fight incase the enemies managed to penetrate the Tree-Wall.”
   “May Quinlan protect us all!” Cuauhtémoc said ending the battle plan.

   The night grew dark, grey clouds filled the murky sky. The moon was barely seen and stars are nowhere to be found. Silence surrounded the Firolwen field as they wait for the Amarashans until they heard a vague sound of drums beating and was followed by an Orc Horn. The sound of thousand armies marching was slowly heard and it seemed to fairly shake the ground. Drinn was standing at the middle of the villagers as he recited softly a poem that he wrote inside Cuauhtémoc’s camp to lessen his fear.

“Tales of Neriwonda”

From a dream of lies I was awaken
Into the tales of Neriwonda I have fallen
Is this a new quest, and a new adventure?
What lies ahead, what’s in the future?

A world of mythical creatures, and where magic is present
Where good is warring against evil
Aderyns and dragons, elves and dwarves
Trolls and orcs, wyverns and werewolves

A war is on ahead, may goodness prevail
May the swords of the righteous triumph and reign
Will this tale of mine end in here?
Or is this just a start of the author’s tale?

Chain mails rings, as the soldiers marches
Swords are all ready, to face thousands of enemy
Nearly this new chapter is to be unfold
As the day becomes dark and the breeze becomes cold
 
This war will be written, a part of a tale
To win or to loose, I hope we can choose
But faith and trust is all we could have
May Quinlan protects us with his power and love

   “That’s a nice poem son.” Quillac said who was eavesdropping at Drinn’s very quiet voice. “But you should at least make it louder for the other villagers.”
   “I thought that you can’t hear it sir?” Drinn replied. “It was almost a whisper.”
   “Yes I do hear it,” Quillac replied, “Are you scared son?”
   “Yes I am,” he replied, “But what scare me most is to break my promise. I promise my friends that I will see them again.”
   “You’re scared to loose someone very dear to you am I right Drinn?” Quillac said.
   “I guess we all are scared with that.” Drinn replied.
   Quillac replied “Sometimes you have to loose someone in order to learn. You have to be ready to loose anything for a one and only cause.”
   “Who are you, what’s your name son?”
   Drinn turned his head at Quillac but Quillac was not looking at him. His gaze was at the great Tree-Wall. “I can’t understand you.” Drinn said.
   Quillac continued “Is it not enough Drinn, I sense that you still doubt about yourself? Listen to the last part of your poem. Faith and trust Drinn, start believing, or else…”
   “I can’t understand…” but what Drinn was about to say was cut short by the sound of a horn that was blown by Reginleif. Cuauhtémoc stood at the top of the Tree-Wall and shouted.
   “People of Firolwen, we are here ready to give our lives for our families, friends and for our land!”
   “The enemy might outnumbered us, but it is not on numbers that an army wins. This might be the time to defeat Vibac and his army. Now stand firm and be courageous! We will fight till death! May Quinlan be with us!!!” he shouted aloud and drew his sword as the Firolwen army replied a big cry of noise. The ground shook more strongly and the sound of the marching armies of Amarash grew loudly and when the noise was at its peak, an orc horn was blown again and the roaring sound of thousand feet marching and horse gallops faded into silence. It was a long silence till what seemed to be the leader of the dragons of Amarash roared.
   Black and white dragons started to charge flying fiercely towards the border of Firolwen. Then a louder roar of a dragon shook the earth, it came from Krettus the old gold dragon and was joined by all the Firolwen dragons of silver and gold as they flew to defend Firolwen.

   The dark sky was filled with sparks of flames and balls of fire as the dragons clashed in the air, fires in air was such and it can’t be compared to any fireworks you’ve ever seen in your life. The earth shook violently as dragons fell from the air and crashed on the ground. The Firolwen dragons proved their strength as the black dragons number diminished. Krettus and his dragon army were advancing, till countless white dragons appeared from the thick grey clouds forming a wall, and they all gulp a mouthful of air and breathed out a gas freezing clouds that delayed the Firolwen dragons. The gold and silver dragons of Firolwen tried to match the freezing gas clouds of the white dragons with their flaming breathe but it was not enough for the white dragons were far too many for them.

  At the back of the Amarashan armies of orcs, trolls, dark elves, and werewolves stood still Vibac and his right hand the Sorcerer Celandine. Vibac’s appearance was far beyond his past appearance. His pale and fair skin was turned brown, his head that used to have a blonde hair was shaved off, and his body was filled with black strange marks all the way to his arms. It’s like symbols that none could interpret. A big and wide sword hung at his back and he was ridding a black war horse.
   “Can you summon a lightning spell Celandine?” said Vibac.
   “The clouds are thick, I suppose I can my lord Vibac.” answered the sorcerer.
   Vibac gazed at the battling dragons and said “Then strike the dragons.”
   “But it might kill the white and black dragons as well lord Vibac.” said Celandine. “And I may not use another spell within this day; a lightning spell will surely wear me out.”
   “I care not.” said Vibac “If we destroy their dragons, we will surely win this war.”
   “Then it will be done lord Vibac.” Celandine said, and then she closed her eyes and raised her head towards the sky. She lifted her hands wide opened and recited a dark spell. “Nuo tamsoje, kas išdėstyta pirmiau, Žaibo smūgis, nušluoti visas mano kelias!”
   The wind suddenly blew violently as the spell echoed in the air, and thick dark clouds slowly gathered above the dragons.  There was a sudden earthquake and then volts of startling lightning struck the dragons killing almost all of them except for few that escaped the fierce spell.

   “Good, you did it well Celandine.” said Vibac. He pulled his broadsword out of the sheath and said “Now you stay here, I want to kill my brother myself.”
    “Kill them all!” Vibac shouted as the Amarashans started to charge at Firolwen.
   Aderyn arrows started to rain from the sky, as the Amarashans forcefully break in at the Tree-Wall. Death was everywhere outside and inside the border of Firolwen as the great battle started. It’s a terrifying battle that the villagers inside felt great fear including Drinn, for the clashing of the swords, the cries of pain and the roars of the monsters surrounded the place.
   Suddenly a deafening sound crashed for blazing stones coming from the enemy’s catapults hit the Tree-Wall. Drinn was knocked down on the ground for a stone hit the ground a few feet beside him. He stood up and saw the Tree-Wall burning and Amarashans were rushing before them. An orc was about to approach him, when he realized that his sword was not on his hand. The orc’s scimitar nearly cut his head off when suddenly another sword clanged and blocked it, it was Cuauhtémoc who rescued Drinn and slay the orc.
   “Don’t just stand there!” Cuauhtémoc cried, “Pick up your sword!”
   Drinn was about to pick his sword up but before he even touch the sword’s hilt, he felt a pain coming from his shoulder. He was in fact hit by an arrow, and immediately followed another one on his chest. The arrow penetrates through his chain mail and Drinn fell on the ground. He felt a great pain coming from his chest and his sight started to dim-out. He looked all around and he could still see battle all over the place. He saw the horror of the war, and what shocked him the most was witnessing Isaiuhloc’s death in the hands of werewolves. He kept looking all around and noticed Reginleif who was fighting an ogre, and then Drinn saw two black hoofs stamped right in front of him and it splashed dirt on his face. He looked up to see what it was and it was a black horse with a man ridding it. The man was Vibac who had his wicked stare at Cuauhtémoc.

   “At last we met again after a long time my brother.” said Vibac.
   “You are no longer my brother!” replied Cuauhtémoc.
   “You are quite hateful in your answer. It is time my brother, you should die!” cried Vibac as he drew his sword.
   “Count your days Vibac, your time is near. I’ve seen the Chosen One with my own eyes.” replied Cuauhtémoc.
   “Don’t you try to fright me,” answered the sinister aderyn. “Where is the Chosen One?”
   “Soon you will meet him, he’s not far from here.” replied Cuauhtémoc.
   “Enough of your nonsense! The White Warrior is just a myth, he was created by Quinlan to give you false hope!” exclaimed Vibac and then he shouted a spell as he swift his sword in the air “Melas ir apgaulė!” From his sword a black wave hit Cuauhtémoc and threw him back a few meters away that caused him to break his right wing. He was about to stood when all of a sudden a sword was in front of him, Vibac push it toward his heart slowly to add up his pain then a loud cry came.
   “Stop it!” it was Drinn holding the arrow on his chest. “I’m the one you’re looking for!”
   “Who are you?” replied Vibac with an evil smile.
   “I am the Chosen One!” said Drinn, though he doesn’t believe who he is. He just did it to stop Vibac from killing Cuauhtémoc.
   “Are you out of your mind young man?” said Vibac as staring at him from head to toe. Vibac then pulled his sword from Cuauhtémoc’s body.
   “No Drinn.” Cuauhtémoc said in a very silent voice.
   “Is this the one you have mentioned as the Chosen One?” asked Vibac in an insulting tone of voice, he then pointed Drinn with his sword. “You are insulting me my brother. I can kill this young man in a snap of a finger.”
   “You are but a poor creature. You should just stay quiet and stay alive.” Then Vibac swift his sword again in the air to make the same wave he used at Cuauhtémoc. But before the wave hit Drinn, he was grabbed by a horseman and it was Quillac. Cuauhtémoc used all his strength to stand up and strike Vibac, but the clever villain blocked it with a shield and then thrust the sword on Cuauhtémoc.

   Ridding in a horse Drinn’s sight faded and then he woke up on a different place. He was lying on piled nets and his wounds had bondages and it was already dark. He sat down and saw a fire beside him, and there was a river a stone throw away from him. A man was there sitting on a large rock humming a melody as he catch fish.
   “Excuse me.” said Drinn.
   “Oh, you’re already awake.” the man said as he turned.
   “Quillac?” Drinn said.
   “Yes it’s me Drinn.” he stood on the rock and jumped off of it.  You’ve been sleeping for two days.” he walked and sat beside Drinn “How’s your wound?”
   “I guess it’s alright.” Drinn replied, “What happened to Firolwen?” but Quillac did not answer him and fixed his eyes upon the bonfire.
   “Did we win? Cuauhtémoc, Reginleif, Isaiuhloc and Tallac where are they?”
   “You should eat first Drinn.” said Quillac and he handed Drinn a roasted fish.
   “I don’t want to eat,” Drinn said, “I need you to answer my questions! What happened to the battle?”
   “You know the answers to your questions Drinn.” Quillac sadly said.
   “I wish you just let me die there at the war.” said Drinn.
   “I’ve been rescued many times. My friends gave their lives for me as if I’m someone very important.”
   Quillac replied “Don’t talk like that son. You are very important, and they have reasons to give their lives for you. You should be thankful for that.”
   “They said I’m the Chosen One, I kept on telling them that they’re wrong.” replied Drinn.
   “Well they believe in you. They believe that you are the Chosen One that’s why they gave their lives for you.” said Quillac.
   Drinn shouted “But I’m not! Look, I’m weak, I’m a coward and I’m useless. I don’t have powers and can’t even hold a sword!”
   “If I am the Chosen One as they insist, we should have won the war. But all my friends are gone. Maybe they are dead by now. All is lost. They should not set me free in Hywel in the first place. This should not happen if they didn’t rescue me. It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault!”
   “And Quinlan! How can he!? He leave us alone, he did not fight for us, how could he do that!” said Drinn angrily and his eyes were wet with tears.
   “You don’t believe in yourself. And now you’re angry at Quinlan.” said Quillac sadly.
   “You might be the Chosen One, but if you don’t believe in yourself, who you really are, you should not expect to win the war.  You are filled with doubts. Did I ask you who you are? And you know not what to answer, because you don’t believe in yourself. That you are the Chosen One.”
   “Your friends have faith in you, and gave their lives for you. You should have open your eyes and see the truth. My child, start to believe who you really are.”
   Drinn was astounded at the words of Quillac and can’t say a word as if those words struck right through his heart and brought hope and strength to his weak heart.
   “You remind me of someone,” said Drinn, “Your voice is familiar, and those words of wisdom.”
   “You sounded like Quin… No it can’t be.” Drinn shook his head.
   “Yes it can!” said Quillac and he suddenly shine brighter than the sun that the night seemed a bright morning and Drinn can no longer look at him.
   “You are?!?” Drinn said uncertainly covering his eyes with his arm.
   “Yes I am! I am Quinlan.”
   “Why are you so downcast Drinn?”
   “I’ve lost my friends, I’ve lost everything-” Drinn answered.
   “And you are angry with me?” said Quinlan.
   “No I’m not.” Drinn said.
   “Yes you are.” replied Quinlan.
   “You’re anger was such that it blinded you. You’ve been so angry that you can’t see who you’ve got in front of you. You didn’t recognize me.”
   “Forgive me Quinlan.” Drinn said.
   “You are forgiven my son.” said Quinlan.
   “Now, start believing who you are. Take out all your doubts and fears and you will find your strength, strength that will shake Vibac’s army.”
   “What am I to do now?” Drinn asked.
   “You will go north and there you will find prophet Glahei. He will tell you what to do.” said Quinlan.
   “I thought the prophet was dead?” Drinn asked.
   “No he is not. He is waiting for you. Now go. Remember Drinn. You are the Chosen One. You are the White Warrior and Drinn is your name. I am always with you, be sensitive for I’m just around.” and Quinlan disappeared.