Red furnace

The Blackburn

The blackburn was a strong but desloated village known only to few, but the few that knew stray far away from this weary place. They were a clan, a clan of the ellite sharpen senses and a aura that exceeded normal Capacities. Eyes of shadow white the souls of the Ancestors were trapped in the lining of these few. They communicated in all languages but one Tongue was their primary language Dun’due the tongue of the grey ancestors that inhabited blackburn before them. It was a flourishing land but to all those who crossed it it was barren and decaying. There was something that the blackburn stood for and that was to restore it to is once honorable name as it was taken by.....

“Taken by who grandpa?” Ac’han blurted with eyes of anticipation he loved when the village had story time as he was a stickler for the old wars. It gave background to the history that was so vaguely known about blackburn. All he knew is he was the son of t’alon and chi’me the elders of the tribe. He was royalty and he was definitely one to let other know. Being royalty had it challenges though never being out after dark and constantly studying and training.

“Ac’han its time for bed i don’t know why you chose to disobey your mother by running off but i will not have it to your room now” t’alon barked as he stormed into the room. His father a once normal calm and docile figure was now sweating and frantic. “I’ve looked all over for you and even set the guards out we will discuss this at home “ac’han tag’an!” Ac’han knew his father meant business he spoke his whole name and of the ancient tongue that only their bloodline could speak. “As for you father i will speak privately with you on this manner later.” T’alon whispered but it was a deadly and seething whispers as he didnt like that his father disrespected and overmind his rule most of the time. T’alon was high royalty being the father of the prince wasn’t an easy task. Keep up with Ac’han had its challenges. If he wasn’t with his troublesome grandfather he was at the burrows training to become one of the fiercest fighters in the blackburn. T’alon just didnt know how he was going to keep up with this growing boy. His mother ch’ime was a elegant queen which meant she was a busy one. She had little time for ac’han and t’alon as she was a the diplomat of the tribe. She travel to other tribes and tried to urge peace as a shadow of destruction a whisper of war loomed in the air. T’alon just hoped his wife would be safe and one day they could put this behind them. The backburn was like a chess game were all pieces on the board had a purpose to inevitably give their life to protect their king. That is how the backburn lasted so long and stayed eminently hidden all people protected the king and when men were scarified more came to aid. Ioyalty without question the king endures. Bound by law to never leave the land unattended king ta’lon grows weary. As ac’han and ta’lon reach their domain tal’on stopped as if to stare into and abyss with no end. After what seem like a life time he finally spoke. “ ac’han i have something i want to tell you. “ “yes father I apologize for sneaking off to see grandfather i just miss him that’s all.” Ac’han said with the deepest regret. He hated to stress his father as the wise king now showed his signs of his aging. “ no worries ac’han i understand but this is very important if anything was to happen to the blackburn me or your mother u must seek out your godfather rustillin. He can only be found using this compact compass that will only point in the right direction when the blackburn is threatened. It is essential that you do not waste time mourning over loses as the enemy will come for you. You are heir to the throne of blackburn and your are its savior.” Ta’lon knew something was coming and even though he was most powerful his time protecting his son was coming to an end. “We all have to answer to fate my son so do not be afraid your mother and i have lived and protected you for this very moment and you will prevail.” With a small sigh Ta’lon gripped his son in embrace strong and caring he almost didnt want to let go. He would fight to the bitter end but the blackburn was fading its magic in the ancestors were all but dying out and the only hope the blackburn had was ac’han. He hoped that one day he would awaking his magic and rule again in a flourishing land that would be the new home of the blackburn. A’chan fidnt question his father but took in his embrace as he knew this might be the last time he spoke or heard his father voice. He wasn’t a child that had many fears but he did not know if he could be half the king his father was. He didnt know if he was ready to rule a nation let alone a kingdom full of people. As his father said his goodnight ac’han didnt sleep well at all, fears and doubt loomed in his dreams of a broken kingdom and unsure king who knew little of how to lead haunted his mind. He knew he must be strong and docile as his people needed his strenght to ease their own fears but ac’han feared for the worst.