The Calling Part 3"Legendary hero?... Alder, my father?"Ronan shook his head to clear his thoughts, pushing himself further away from Haril's hut. He didn't want to think about this recent revelation.Not recognizing his surroundings any longer, the lad stopped, stooping over to catch his breath. He always was good at running and now, he wished he never had to stop and just keep on going
.. Straightening himself after a couple minutes, Ronan was startled to find a pair of green eyes staring out of the trees in his direction.It's just a deer or something, Ronan tried to reason, his momentary anger replaced with trepidation. He began to run through the course of self defense in his head, slowly backing up while doing so.Instead of backing away, the pair of eyes shifted forward, the unknown owner moving closer."Don't be so jumpy," a voice hissed.Ronan stopped short of his retreat, curiosity overriding the little voice in his head that screamed, "RUN!" Oh curse my inquisitive nature, Ronan thought.
The Calling Part 2"Hey, wake up Ron!"A splash of cold water made Ronan open his eyes. The boy sat up, staring confusedly at his friend, Elorin, who was kneeling before him."What happened," Ronan asked groggily, rubbing his eyes as his vision adjusted to the brightness of the sun's glare.Elorin sat back, rocking back and forth on his feet. "You passed out during the sword drills. I was sparring you when- BAM! You went down." The blonde headed lad laughed softly. "That would be your third time this week it happened. Next thing you know, everyone would want to do sword drills with you, since you're such an easy opponent. You're gone after, at most, ten moves."Ronan groaned. "Are you serious? How am I supposed to become a knight if I keep passing out? I think I'm sick." He tried to stand up, but collapsed wearily onto the ground again. "Great, now I can't even walk
.."Elorin suppressed a small grin as he helped his friend up onto his feet, leading him back to the practicing arena. "Let's let Valor
The CallingA red streak of blood ran across the young man's left cheek, oozing out of a newly inflicted wound. Alder pushed his headband up, rubbing his coarse hands against the steel blade. Battle raged in the background as swords clashed, and soldiers fell cold onto the dirt ground. The lad made his way to the side of his brother, Maurth, as he sliced the head of a goblin open."We can't last for long!" he hollered, sending his blade whirling in the opposite direction. The victim screamed in agony as the blade plunged into its flesh.Maurth cast his brother a weary look with his green eyes, exhaustion clearly written on his pale deathly face. "We'll fight until the last man is down!" he replied, ducking just in time to stab a werewolf in the back. "Let's make this the very last battle we have to ever fight against the Black Star!" The large mammal let out a rippling deafening howl, shaking the very foundations of the earth.Alder fell down onto his knees, clasping his ears tightly. Maurth, mean