Chapter One
The savageness of the fallen Knight's body caused Prince Edward to look at the ditch; the Prince yelled: 'Halt!'. The soldiers nodded.
'Who did that, my Prince?', Thomas Grey asked him.
'The Scottish King Malcolm Wright', the Prince answered.
'We're in deep trouble', Thomas said.
And the Prince nodded.
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Evelyn Moore opened the door.
She saw the other servants were afraid.
'What's the matter?', she asked.
'It's the invaders', Margaret Coll answered.
'We have to tell the King, and Queen', Evelyn said.
And they ran to the Royal Court, in a hurry.
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The King was sitting in his throne.
'What is the matter?', he asked.
'Several people are dead, my King. Invaders from Scotland', Evelyn answered. He thought for a moment; he was concerned.
'We shall overcome Scotland', he said.
And he was true to his word.
***
The garden was full.
Princess Evelyn looked at the other Princesses.
'We're safe from danger', she said.
She saw Margaret, and Evelyn.
'What is the news?', the Princess asked.
'The Scottish have killed our own people, my Princess', Margaret answered. She gasped, as she saw her silver crown on her head; she moved in the garden in her private area.
And the darkness had arrived.
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Rhymer, the Spy, gazed at the magician.
'There's a war going on, Emler'.
'That is always the way', he said.
'We have to do something', Rhymer told him.
Emler nodded, and sighed.
***
Bradley Koll sat on the stone seat.
He looked at the crystals.
He saw them, and was amazed by the glowing colors.
He tapped the staff with his right hand.
A chasm exploded, and he cast a spell to disappear before he was taken away into the gloom.
***
Martin Crossley gazed at the pond.
He threw rocks in the deep water.
He imagined that his parents would see him at the markets. 'Get enough bread, eggs, and meat for the week', Cara Crossley, his mother, said. 'Yes, Mother', he smiled. As he did so, the northerly breeze wafted across the pond. His face was etched in concern; his brown eyes saw the girl.
She was crying.
'What's the matter, Eve?', he asked her.
'I want my Mummy', she answered.
'She's at the Royal Court', Martin said.
'Can we go there?'.
'Yes. After I pay for my meal with my family', he said.
***
The shining sword was gilded.
Princess Natalie Marchant stood near the wall.
She saw her sister, Princess Victoria Marchant, was fencing.
'Fight! Fight! Take a stance!', she said to Roy James, a servant.
'But, I don't want to be injured'.
'Fight!', Victoria ordered.
He grabbed the sword and fought.
As they parried, the sound of footsteps approached.
The three children saw Prince Edward was with his servant, Malcolm.
'What is the news, cousin?', Princess Natalie Marchant asked him.
'The Scots are invading England', Prince Edward answered.
'How awful. What can we do?', Princess Natalie Marchant said.
'We get rid of the invaders', Prince Edward declared.
***
The swirling gusts off the Devon coast was violent.
Fishermen were swept away to their deaths over the decades.
As night time arrived, the darkness in London created more problems than it was worth.
***
Evelyn was asleep.
She looked tired, as she dreamed of a better future.
***
Tobias Graham ate an apple from the market.
He stood near where his father, John Graham, a banker, was talking to Sara Harrison, a village girl. She focused on the man she was to marry. The Scottish lady smiled at Tobias. 'Are you hungry?', she asked him. 'Yes, Miss. Father is talking, and I am not allowed to speak', he answered.
'You may speak, Tobias', Sara said.
And he nodded, and knew she was kind to him.
***
King Malcolm sat on his majestic throne in Edinburgh. He wore a gold crown on his head, and a blue, white, and silver colored robe. He focused on Queen Annabelle, his wife of two decades. Their six children were on their thrones. The Queen was nineteen, and had been married to her husband since she was thirteen. Her crown was gleaming; her robe fell down her back.
'My King, I am the bearer of bad news', Morton Scry, the wizard, said.
'And what is that?', the King asked him.
'King Malcolm's men are invading to happen', Morton answered.
'Prepare for war', the King yelled.
'That will be unwise'.
'Unwise'.
'The King has dabbled in arcane magic. He won't be defeated'.
'Send a message to the King that he will be dead by nightfall'.
'As the King wishes'.
And the magician bowed, then he disappeared from the Royal Court.
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It was a cold, bitter morning. 410Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgWyjy4e8LP
As the smell of warm bread was in the small kitchen on the brown table, Evelyn was glad to eat and drink water.410Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDm7Kdjw0ap
It was the beginning of a new day.410Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUmVB7lJ43u
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To be continued...
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