The Third Blood

Loren was alone inside; he had taken over the cave filled with a Goblin nest, he felt it was a great victory even if it was a small one.

He believes it something his own father will feel as well when it comes to fighting to conquer another land, something the two could share.

Maybe it was the bloodline that flowed within them of those of the past, but this blood was forced upon a time agon before Loren and his father was born.

A sad tale of a story to be told, but only those of family and must be trusted in the castle could learn this story.

Loren wasted no time as he did want much about the family tree and came to discover that long ago the kingdom of Pherenth was once a small city not what it is today.

There was peace for years, no trouble for the kingdom as it was ruled well by the king and queen's great great great great great grandfather Cedrick and grandmother Bessie of Loren.

Those two had a daughter Alissa, a firstborn who was at the age of a teen yet to be married and a son Harry second born yet to reach manhood.

Their life was perfect for a time until warriors of a far away land came to invade, conquering whatever they took land, raiches and women to use for their needs as that is what they know to do.

These men were led by a powerful warrior commander who goes by the name Neltard they respect and fear greatly of the strength he was gifted with for battles.

They even believe he was blessed by their gods or was a child from one of them as the men follow without questions.

He set his eyes upon the small Kingdom of Pherenth to take over and settle in and hold his claim for the future of his people to grow and spread throughout the lands.

Easy the kingdom fell, men who battled against barbarian warriors were slayed, the king was beheaded in front of people, the queen threw to be a play thing for the men to use.

The son was killed to make sure he will never rise one day against the ones that took his home.

Daughter of the king and queen was kept alive for a worse fate to be that of the commander, women no longer that of a princess becoming a slave to the man who took everything for her.

Years have passed by as the warrior barbarians rule and keep on conquering leaving no peace for the lands as many wars happen between them and other kingdoms that did not want to fall into their hands.

One day the princess Alissa was with a child growing through the 9 months passing for her to brith forth a son for the men who placed his seed into the girl's womb.

She should have hated the child that was forced into her body by the man that she never loved and destroy her world, but for a mother to hate her own child must take a great power of strength.

In the end the girl couldn't once the boy was in her arms hate for the baby was nowhere to come out.

How could Alissa hate that was brought into the world yet to commit any sins of crimes.

When the boy was born the father Neltard came to see and name him Naevon on that same day.

Yet a shocking event was to come for the future of the kingdom of Pherenth to be free of the chains that hold them.

The newborn son Naevon of the one who captured the kingdom and ruled it for years came to be the one to set the kingdom free.

When the boy reached the right age, he was planning to break the chains and give the people back their home from his father.

Secretly Naevon seeks those that can be made ailles and those who could be brought to be his swords to fight in his war.

After all was set to plan it soon began the boy who was a young man went to war against his own father.

The battle was a bloody one, many lives came to an end, but the young Naevon was able to take back what truly belonged to his mother and the people that had suffered under his father's rule for far too long.

Killing his own father and showing his head to everyone claiming the end of the men's rule, but that was over permanently as his father had two children that were of mature age before he himself was born.

Naevon was able to kill his half-sister the same day the kingdom was taken, but his half-brother was able to escape with quite a few remaining men.

That does not mean the brother was going to live a long life as next to happen was to push his father's people out of his lands to send them back to where they came from alive if they did it with will or be slayed by his hands.

Lucky for him, that brother of his, plans to stay and fight then to return back to the homelands and await to grow strong for a day to come back for vengeance.

They fight each other on the battlefield until the end one of them is left alive standing among others that live.

Who could it be then no other one that started this war from the beginning the princess son Naevon.

It was done that his father's people were sent back home; his father, sister and brother were dead, leaving only him alive.

Naevon knew that there was one last thing to do and that was to give his mother the kingdom that rightfully belonged to her.

Once he did that the young man awaited for his fate as it was in his mother's hands to choose what to do with his life.

There was nothing to hide from him, he knew that his father had done whatever the man wanted to his mother it how he came to the world.

Naevon was ready to accept whatever his mother decides to kill or exile him whatever it may be he was ready to face it head on.

Alissa looked at her son where he was on one knee and the head bowed down at her mercy.

There was still love in her heart for him from the day the boy was born nothing was going to change that.

No hate was there for him and desire to kill him was not wanted to begin with.

All that was done by the boy was not by her hands, she never intended to have the son be her weapon against the father; it was the boy's own doing only to save the kingdom.

Alissa truly believes that may be because of her family blood that was in his veins that caused Naevon to act this way.

Then it was decided what was to be done with the young man and Alissa chose to give him the kingdom for it was right to him to rule not his mother as she couldn't just take what her son had battle for.

Naevon at first didn't think that someone like him should rule; he is the son of Neltard; that man's blood is in him as well and the thing he has done to the kingdom no it was not right to the people, but his mother and those that was there did not believe that because of what he has done make it right for him to be king.

The young man was nothing like his father, he was more of his mother and those of her blood.

On that day Naevon became king of Pherenth and set a fate for the small kingdom to grow strong and never again fall into anyone's hands again.

To this day it never did thanks to him and Loren father who the king that rule now in their time plans to keep it that way along with more he seeks to gain.

"Do I alone share that desire or is it the blood that is the one that does." Loren thought.

He was looking at the black skull mask that was looking back with him as if it was alive.

Lore learns about his father's family yet believes there is more to be learned and his mother's family too has more for him to learn, but beside those two bloodlines there is another Bloodline Inside him.

That is what bothers him as taking time to think about family and blood along with what he saw of the past that was shown to him leave Loren to not guess what that third Bloodline could be.

"You seem uneasy, my dear Nephew." That familiar voice he came to know well.

"Is it easy to tell by looking at me uncle Gene." Loren said not looking behind.

"No, I could feel that we share the same blood after death . I am still connected and I wonder what could be causing that."

Loren could tell what he meant by that as Gene knew that it was about the third blood.

"I want a straight truefully answer from you when I was shown the part of my grandmother and her army with the picture where she took me as a baby. I noticed one important thing that my grandmother showed no signs of age. It was like she couldn't there be no way in hell the women were able or found some way to gain immortality only the elves have that gift."

When Loren said that Gene laughed because right then, he saw that the boy had finger it out.

"So you know the answer don't you." Gene was quite pleased at the boy.

"Yes, I have finger it out, but, I myself find it somewhat hard to take in as it gives more questions to these answers. I mean how is possible and if so why is it that I, my father, brother even grandmother aren't showing features of elves like that of the Half-Elves."

"Because of my mother she was able to destroy that part of her and take on a new one yet she did not do that alone."

Loren turns back to look at the spirit of Gene.

"And what could do that and who as I am interested to know.' Loren asked.

Gene did not answer him then and he wondered why the silence.

"Why are you quiet, what is it that makes you lose your voice."

"Something that you are not ready to be informed about and try not to force me to say even if you have the power of the dead doesn't mean you have that power over me like those of the weak minded.

"Sounds like a lovely idea that I would like to try out, but I leave the matter alone when the time is right to learn it."

"Good best now to end our talk now because someone is coming this way for you, I look forward to next time."

The spirit of Gene disappeared right in front of Loren as a new face came to his view.

"Gmob you have come, I take it that it means the goblins have done the job."

"Yes the goblins work hard to please the new master."

"Yes, I bet it because they fear me a lot for what I can do." Loren said with a smile on his face.

"How could they not fear the one that has power over the dead that will obey."

Gmob could share what those other goblins feel seeing the necromancy at work by Loren is a scary thing to see, but in order to stay alive this Goblin got to play nice with someone like this.

"So what is our master's next order of the day?" Gmob asked.

"Well nothing today they can do whatever they want for the rest of the day, but for tomorrow the Goblins will begin breeding to replace the number that have been lost during the fight."

"Well there are 12 males and 8 females left could take some time, but if you're looking to create an army of goblins there is another way, a faster one."

Loren understood what Gmob is saying to increase the number of Goblins that are now his is by capturing others that live off across the lands.

"I am good at waiting, but what the idea you are giving is also not bad, I have my dead search the lands at night to find me other Goblins."

"Be careful with what you do, you don't want the humans to discover you master they cause trouble if this was to be found out by a Necromancer uninvited in their lands."

"Oh I am fully aware that my dear Goblin friend no one will know of me until, I want myself to be known, anyway I have other matters to deal with, but I do look forward to the two of us to talk, I would love to know more about yourself Gmob."

Gmob bows his head while Loren leaves, making his way out of the cave to seek out Diloar SwordCarver.

He was exploring the new lands they are in.

"So what do you think friend." Loren asked as he saw him on top of a tree.

Diloar SwordCarver got down from the tree to walk up to him.

"Their lands are healthy, hunting will be good, but I still like to look around more."

"Seeking to find wood elves like yourself out here." Loren said as if he could read his mind.

"Yes, I like to find some before they meet you, thinking it better than why for someone who is one of them to talk then an outsider as those are a lovely welcome."

Loren could understand Diloar SwordCaver is a wood elf since the day he was born and even when living with him.

Diloar SwordCarver would not cast away who he is and Loren does not want that, but what makes the young prince worry is if he decided to betray him for the wood elves race.

"Speaking of elves, I have a need to ask about a certain race of one." Loren says where in his tone there seriesnees in it.

"Go on and ask anyway, I answer to the best of my knowledge."

"Then I shall ask Blood elves what do you know about them because knowledge about the race is hard to come by."

Diloar SwordCarver shows an expression that he does not like to discuss this subject nonetheless, he will answer.

"The blood elves also known as the Red elves are a shameful race that has done an unforgettable act upon the world and other races of elves. They nearly brought the races of elves to an end ; they came together to battle against the Red elves along with help for other races."

"I have a feeling the dark elves are less fearful compared to the red ones."

"Of course the Red elves are worse from what they have done and because of that they cause themselves no longer exist in this world to be forgotten."

Loren would believe that to be true, but knowing now that he has the blood Red elves in them that may no longer stay true.

"May, I ask for a second to why you wish to know about the Red elves." Diloar SwordCarver asked.

"It is because I came to discover that Red elves' blood is in me." Loren tells without a need to hide it.

After it was said from Loren's mouth Diloar SwordCarver made a quick move with the short sword on his waist.

Swing the sword sideway move where soon at the end of the blade part were blood that little dripped down upon the ground.