The King rode through the Great Gate of the City of Yeirh and entered into the forest. As he rode on his mind began to race through what the Lord of Yeirh had just told him. How could he not want to help us save Reldum. Everyone is in danger, and if the Power is not used then we shall all be in trouble. Curse him, how dare he refuse me, I am the King. King Geor rode further into the forest and followed the main trail for quite some time until deviating from it to head for the Valley of the Arch. This trail in particular very few took into the Valley of the Arch due to it's steepness and the occasional attacks by thieves. The King pushed on through the dense forest and ducked as his horse moved under a low branch.
A loud screeching noise echoed through the forest, reverberating from the trees and the stones. The King's horse stopped where it stood and went back onto it's rear legs. King Geor held on tight and moved to calm his horse down just as a hawk flew down and landed onto a nearby branch. The King looked over to the hawk and smiled before saying, "Mezmur, I am surprised to find you here. Did Vin send you?" The hawk let out a cheerful caw and flew over to the King's outstretched arm. The King looked down to Mezmur's right foot and noticed that a small, rolled piece of parchment was tied to the hawk's foot. He moved his hand to Mezmur's right foot and untied a little piece of parchment. He unrolled it and looked down at the writing.
"Father, Mother has grown severely ill and the doctors are not hopefully. Please return as quickly as possible. Vin"
King Geor folded the paper up in his fist and threw it down onto the ground. He leaned up to his horses ear and whispered, "Karo, we must get back as quickly as possible. Marine is in trouble." The horse moved quickly at these words and galloped off into the forest with the King on his back.
King Geor was now into the valley, rushing past crags and oddly shaped trees. The sun was setting, and soon King Geor found himself in total darkness. Dark shadows hovered over the King as he rode on. Hell trolls lived in the caves of this particular valley, very dangerous and known for their killing, hence the first part of their name. As he moved onward another loud screech came up from the high peeks. King Geor stopped his horse and looked up into the high peeks, looking for Mezmur. But the hawk never came. What he found was a dark smoke heading down toward him from the night's sky. King Geor looked at it for a moment, then moved on his horse, trying with all his might to escape the smoke. He galloped away, passing all manors of trees and rocks, trying to escape this looming threat, but found that it soon engrossed him. He let out a loud yell and all went black.
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