Chapter Two

"Try not to lament," said Mey, "for they are not

genuinely dead however long their memory lives

on."

Vil gave him an energetic grin, "so you are here

on your dad's tasks?"

"Affirmative, he was here to examine something about

exchange, I think. Or then again perhaps not, I don't precisely

keep in mind. Dislike he lets me know everything

there is to be aware. Dislike I can fault him for

that, he's a bustling man. Eh... and you?

Haven't seen you around here previously, I think."

"That is presumably on the grounds that I don't remain in the

royal residence, I wait for my opportunity in the foundation, as

each and every other high-elven fellow who desires to

secure a spot in the army, and procure his position

among the valorous. I've come here for the

occasions."

"You appear to be aggressive," Mey grinned at him,

"strolling your dad's strides perhaps."

"Indeed, I'm. Suppose that is the way in which blood works?"

"You appear to be sufficiently brilliant," Mey said, his eyes

going all over Vil's figure.

"I'd concur, yet that would parade, which I

am against," Vil kidded. "Notwithstanding being solid,

decent, fearless, canny, shrewd,

mysterious, honorable, affluent, kind... I never

display, never!"

Mey chuckled. "You ought to add 'interesting' to the

list, Vil."

Vil grinned back, his teeth sparkling splendid, his

head brought down towards the ground.

Mey investigated, modestly watching his

dimples flush red. The inclination was bizarre;

something which made the kid who murmured

back upon small most contact settled

with an outsider laying his hand on his

shoulder.

"Your companions should appreciate your conversation, Vil."

"Uh, yeah..." Vil looked right, "provided that I had

companions."

"Pause, you have no companions?" asked Mey.

"Actually no, not actually. Albeit that is generally me

wishing to stay under the radar, periodically

visiting with either to not

avoid all the good times. However, more often than not I

stay with to my. Albeit that may be

since I surmise I haven't seen as the ideal

individual yet."

Mey took a gander at him timidly, he had something

as a top priority, despite the fact that he was too timid to even consider saying

it without holding back. Fie, this is my main opportunity, he told

himself. "Uh... ideal individual as in?"

Vil gave him a look, "a companion, perhaps

somebody who won't care about my curious

nature, somebody who won't say I'm abnormal

also, attempt to estrange me."

Mey had a snapshot of reflection, the two of them

were something similar.

"I think you tracked down that somebody," said Mey,

"for I wouldn't fret, as long as you don't all things considered."

Vil gave him a grin substantially more lively than

ever previously, however soon it blurred into despair.

"Be that as it may, we're various individuals. You come from

the Forest Domain, and I have a foundation

to join in."

"Does that mean we will not get time together?"

"Indeed, not actually, however I figure we can see as a

normal spot to meet, perhaps some place

not excessively far from both of our homes."

"Where rehash you study?"

"Aldurri, we are seldom permitted to leave the

grounds save in gatherings, albeit in two

hundreds of years I might have the option to move out and live in

my very own palace, with my own entourage and

thanes."

"Incredible," Mey grinned, "we can meet at

Angdor then, at that point, it's not really a portion of a day's ride."

"Fantastic without a doubt," Vil consented, "we can-"

Mey implied him to stop, giving a look behind

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his dad was moving toward them. "Damn

it, my dad's here. I don't think he'll take you

visiting with me happily."

"Same difference either way. You're associating at any rate, which is

better than sitting idle."

"I shouldn't have," he answered, "my dad

has a profound doubt for high-mythical beings."

"Goodness, that is terrible - thus much not at all like you."

"Shh, kindly imagine briefly that you

don't have any acquaintance with me."

Vil gave him a gesture, slipping a little book out

of the rucksack he had thrown on his shoulder,

one which Mey some way or another never saw. Covering

his head down into the book, Vil's face went

dim as he went to an alternate point, his

body sparkling clear. "All yours, see you

afterward."

Mey gave him a slight grin, turning towards

his dad who was moving toward him carelessly.

He put forth a valiant effort to give a slight to some degree senseless

grin, remaining there like a nitwit until his

father flagged him to come towards him.

"What is it, father?" he moved toward him,

making an honest effort to be the faithful child he was

expected to be.

"We'll leave before nightfall, go pack your

things."

Ruler Vilyánur Sarmäcil, excellent centurion of

Army VI, observed mindfully as the knights

jogged past the scarecrow, showering the

roughage body with a tempest of bolts. Some of

them looked off the light lamellar cushioning,

be that as it may, a large number tracked down their imprint, conveying

what would've been a lethal blow had it been a

enemy denounced by their ruler.

"Elites," his second-in-order, Sir Glarion

the Courageous remarked, "worth each copper."

"I know, and I'm happy to have them close by,"

Vil answered, "I'm certain they'd work well for me in

fight. I'd like them to be my own entourage,

furthermore, go with me in my undertakings."

"That they will truly, the ruler

handpicked them for you, my ruler."

"Yes, give my respects to Uncle. Let him know I adored

his gift and would esteem it."

"I will, sir," Glarion bowed low, "perhaps you will

track down a decent use for them next crusade. I

also, my knights are not many days from retirement

"Yes..." Vil gave a blurring answer, his brain

diverted by something different.

"Vil...?" Glarion provided him with a sight of question,

waking up him from his dream. "You missed

home, isn't that right? Heh, I understand what an extended time of

battling will do to a youthful warrior like

yourself, regardless of whether it is a praetorian like you or

me. Get some rest, you merit it."

Tragically, somebody kinless as Glarion would never

understand what he was worried about, and

neither would the majority of his society: something that

just nauseates those with individuals dear to them.

"Indeed, I missed home," expressed Vil in an

absentminded voice, "I spent an excessive number of years

in the desert, and the spring warmth is a

welcome change, however dismal in a certain

design."

"You'll become acclimated to it quickly, that I am certain

of."

"That I trust," he answered fairly slowly. "I

figure I ought to resign soon, I want to get-"

"My master! Focus on the skies!"

They generally looked into as one, seeing a

green comet singe across the morning sky.

"Lovely," Glarion remarked, "isn't each

day you see something to that effect."

"No," Vil answered, fairly in concern. "No

to be sure, essentially not that tone."

Glarion went to Vil. "My master?"

"I don't get it... how could it be green? I've

never seen something like this. Comets of yellow

furthermore, blue there are bounty, yet none of our

records report a green comet."

"Maybe on the grounds that they're intriguing," said Glarion,

"which just makes it that greatly improved."

"Except if... it's anything but a comet, it's a meteor," said

Vil, "however not one of standard nature."

Their countenances went pale; the moving breezes

carried with itself a smell of fear. They

all could feel it - the melancholy was developing,

something horrendous was going to occur.

As the whistling of the meteor got stronger and

stronger, they saw it close to them. In a pant of

frightfulness and fear, they understood. "It's going

towards us," said a knight, "hide!"

Much frenzy was awakened in the camp, the

warriors and workers clustered for security as

the meteor approached them. "My master!" a knight

called for Vilyánur, who just remained there

idiotically with next to no development. "Seek shelter!"

"Nay, don't fear, it's not heading towards us."

A portion of the troopers halted, the others

continued running, adding to the calls of dread, however

Vilyánur and his entourage just remained there

checking out at the course of the meteor.

After four minutes the meteor arrived in the

thick shrubberies simply off Angdor, detonating

with an applaud of thunder and splendid blaze of

green light. The shock undulated through the

land, leaving officers and workers the same in

uneasiness with ringing ears.

"Damn it, that was terrible!" a warrior

remarked.

"To be sure it was," Vil conformed to a pitiful

laugh, "yet deteriorating is about."

Everybody checked out at him with dismay.

"We ought to explore the accident site; I need a

organization of you to follow me."

They were delivered confused, "at the same time, my ruler,

it arrived past our boundaries."

"Not actually," Vil rectified, "ought to my

assessment be right, it landed north of

the Angkreb: on our side of the waterway. What's more,

yes, I realize we surrendered those forests to

individuals living there, however I question they are

everything except kingless clans. One way or the other, it

doesn't consider intruding."

His men feigned exacerbation, something in

their hearts discussed doubt, yet Vilyánur

stayed relentless in his situation like a youngster

on the chase of desserts.

"Yet... okay, fine. We will." Glarion talked

toward the end, much to the others' consternation.

"Great, and here I was beginning to address

your undying reliability." He told himself.