I have found myself thinking about those events a decade ago quite often as of late. They haunt my dreams, both asleep and waking.
I had merely laid to rest within the security of the manor, and when I next opened my eyes, what I saw was not the familiar surroundings of my home, but of a place entirely foreign and impossible. I had no clue what was going on. How would I? A child of sixteen, taken from her home in the middle of the night, without so much as a clue. To make matters worse, my young sister, Lynette, had been taken as well. I was afraid. I was confused. I was angry. We were not the only ones taken, the large room that we found ourselves in was lined with beds, all filled by people equally as confused as us.
Before we even got a chance to catch our bearings from our half-asleep state, we found ourselves being herded by a group of peculiar gnomes speaking nonsense about a god-king’s degree. Where we found ourselves next was even more impossible than the last.
A city that seemed to glow in the colors of gold and gems, unlike anything I had ever seen before and surely not of our lands. A plaza lay before us, and with it the crowd of stolen people grew exponentially, some were terrified, but others seemed enthralled by the scene before us. That is when we met Magus. He seemed younger than I, but he had his wits about him and seemed to be trying to make sense of what was happening. When I mentioned what I had overheard the gnomes saying about the “god-king”, it seemed to set off some memory but before I could get an answer from him, he was nearly swept away by a stampeding crowd. Through my own reflexes, I somehow was able to grasp him and remove him from the flow of bodies before he was lost to us.
He explained that the city seemed to be that of the ancient God-King Mandoregnas, Ulcanthias. The city had been lost nearly five centuries prior, when the God-King vanished.
It was then that the worst part, the part that haunts me the most occurred. The God-King himself stood before us with his twelve Magisters in attendance. I still can make little sense of what happened there that day, but when I awoke again I had returned home, as did Lynette, although in much worse shape emotionally than I.
That night was when I decided I needed to become stronger, to defend my family and people.
I had nearly forgotten a lot of what happened that night, sporadic memories and dreams would occasionally plague me. Lynette never mentioned it after that, so whether she had truly forgotten or merely buried it like I, is lost to me.
Last month however, it all came back to haunt me in full force. Lynette had been ransomed by low lives while she had been outside the manor. We managed to track them down, but to my utter surprise, when we arrived she had been freed safe and sound. By Magus no less.
I did not recognize him at first, the boy that not ten years prior had seemed younger than I, now stood before me grizzled and older by decades. Were it not for that distinctive scar and his sense of familiarity, I would not have known who he was.
And so here we are. Tomorrow we depart for the Dragon’s Maw. Magus had contacted us requesting a favor in exchange for his deeds last month and I am honor bound to comply, though I would likely have gone regardless. I would be leaving alone if I had the choice, but Lynette insists on going as well to clear her own debt in the matter, and there was no swaying her decision. Even father could not forbid her to do something once she was set on it, and it was everything I could to convince him that I would be sufficient protection and not to send half the city guard along with us. I do not know what Magus has in store for us, only that we need to meet him at the Drake’s Tooth tavern. I only hope that whatever he needs will not place Lynette in danger.
As of this writing it is late, and we depart early. For now I will put these thoughts aside and attempt to rest.
First Daughter of Viscount Rowe of Acnecia