Red Skies - Graff learns a trick.

Graff and Tom got to know each other better as they worked their way through the forest.  Tom learned that Elias Estorage was now burned with the dead buried.  He himself was from Gryphon's Rest, the closest large city over the border.  He was explaining geography and cultural layout for Graff, "Valia is the nearest decent-sized city and the first not part of a hold.  If you can get through the borderhold on this border without causing a fuss, then you should be in the clear to reach Valia.  But if raiders survived the destruction of your village, then they should know better and keep going.  Gryphon's Rest providers better opportunity to sell stolen art."

Graff nodded, "I only heard mention of Valia, and those speaking of it died relatively quickly.  Not many would have escaped once they started the massacre.  But those that did can make a fortune from what they took."

Tom paused as he read the trail they were following, "You best be careful.  You are used to the mountains and the think forests of this mountain range.  Here there are species and beasts of fantasy that are considered old wives tales in the places you are traveling to.  Do you have a cover when you go?  No, don't tell me.  Just consider it."

"I already have one in place.  I just hope it passes muster."

"You came from a village of strong reputation in this area.  Our people, the natives of this area no matter our species, has a strong respect for the spiritual side of things.  Be aware that where you travel things are different.  You know what a Herald is?"

"I've heard of them... "

"They are real.  Gryphon's Rest was named after a famous pair shortly after the founding of Gryphon's Heights.  That be the capital."

Graff only nodded, pausing as movement caught his eye.

Tom paused, "I know you are a fighter.  You're attire speaks of this."  His voice barely a whisper, he explained, "I want you to learn something.  It might help you out down the road."  Tom pulled out a pouch and opened it.  Inside was a mixture Graff didn't recognize.  Tom took a pinch of it and together they stalked the prey ahead of them.

They were close when Tom took the pinch and tossed it on himself.  In a moment he was gone.  A few minutes later, a large deer bounded up from where it had been grazing only to fall with a slashed throat.  And then Tom was standing there.

Graff rushed over to him, complete surprise on his face.  Tom quickly explained, "That metal you have growing in this mountain range, it is rare.  Only found in this area."

Graff nodded, as it was the secret ingredient in their artwork.

Tom continued, "Grind it up and mix it with various herbs.  Usually those that increase concentration and focus.  Then simply, mentally, focus on bending light around you.  Makes it appear that you are not there."

"huh," Graff was floored.  "I think I can tell this is something not to repeat."

"Secret of this region.  Actually, I learned of it at your village, but it was something that they were not teaching anymore.  Said that the use of the metal had better uses.  Though that really baffled me."

Graff grinned, "I don't know about better.  This use will be more helpful than anything else."

Tom grinned back, "Well let's go take care of this deer and have supper.  Then I'll help you get set up.  Just remember, life outside the range is very different."

Memories of the raiders and their abusive language returned.  Graff nodded.  Oh he knew.  As if sensing the direction of his thoughts, Tom added, "And don't think the lands you travel to are like the raiders.  Many of the people there are good people.  There was just some bad apples mixed with bad apples from other trees."

Red Skies - Winter meets Heralds

Winter clutched Susan's feathers tightly in her fists.  Her legs hugging the gryphons back and upper sides.  She had spent the last few hours torn between staring at her beloved Companion and looking down at the scenery as it speed by below.  Susan Silver was fast.  She had explained that she was built more like a falcon, much as Winter had guessed.  Her hands and feet were also more flexible like a humans hands and feet than like the stronger clawed version of her hawk-like gryphon cousins.

"We are nearing a town.  We can stay in the inn there.  The hold might try to send someone to invite us to their mansion, but I really rather keep you close if you are okay with that."

"I am," replied Winter.  Her young 8 year old voice confident despite the uncertainty.

Susan mindspoke, "What is bothering you?"

Winter mindspoke back, "I grew up in a borderhold.  We are far from other people.  The holds and large cities probably are filled with people who are very polite and curtsy all the time.  I'm not sure how to act around them."

Susan's laughter filtered through Winter's mind.  "A hold probably would be filled with people acting all proper, yes.  But cities are filled with people and other species from every walk of life.  You will find the inn keeper I'm taking you to a very honest and good person you can identify with."

Relief flowed through her and Winter gratefully sank back against Susan's neck.  "So I can Mindspeak with you?  I thought I only had Empathy and Animal Mindspeak?"

She felt her companion mentally nodding yes before Susan responded, "You are correct.  However we have bonded.  So you and I will always be able to Mindspeak to each other.  And I can Mindspeak to any other Companion."

Winter took this in.  Then she asked, "Where will I live?  I've never been to the capital.  I only know Gryphon Heights is where the King lives."

Mental pictures brushed across her mind as Susan explained, "Beside the palace is a Heralds dormitory.  There are rooms for classes and meetings on the first floor, as well as the kitchens and dining hall.  The second floor has rooms for living.  You will share a room with one other.  Once you are a Herald, you can have your own room.  We have Leurna who help assist those who need it, but you will be expected to keep your room clean as well as rotate through chores."  

It seemed like a good place.  Winter wondered at all the friends she might make there.  It would be nice to have more her age around.  Maybe they could have midnight talks while eating treats.  That would be so much fun.  She was startled out of her reverie by Susan angling down.  Looking over her shoulder, Winter made out a small town below.  Not far on a hill was a mansion with large walls.  This must be the hold and it's lands that they were staying in for the night.

As they neared the town, Winter quickly noticed the large volume of feelings leaking in due to her Empathy.  So many more people.  It was overwhelming.  Gasping, she plunged her head against the back of Susan and struggled to control the panic she felt settling in.  Instantly it was all blocked.  Walls flew up around her mentally.  She was alone except for Susan's comforting presence.

"It looks like your first lesson will be tonight.  We must teach you to shield yourself with a Gift like that.  I know you felt panic, but you were forcing me to feel it as well.  And if those below us were forced to feel it, they might have done any number of things."

Winter grimaced but remained quiet.  Susan gently encouraged her, "I still love you.  You can feel my love for you.  I just want you to be aware that you have a lot of influence on others.  To be mindful and respectful as well as careful."  Winter nodded, still reeling from the experience and new information.

Landing outside the inn in their courtyard, Susan waited quietly.  Winter looked up uncertainly.  It felt like no one was here.  Yet her eyes clearly showed that there was people about, including an innkeeper walking steadily towards them with a smile.  "Welcome!  Welcome!"

Susan bent her knees and looked up at Winter.  Winter took the hint and clamored down.  The inn keeper caught her before she had a chance to reach the ground and helped steady her onto her feet.  He looked up at Susan and grinned, "So you Chosen huh.  There is another Herald and Companion here already..."

Herald Sopheria walked out, "I am so glad to see you again Susan.  Look who we have here.  My name is Sophie and I'm staying here with my Companion Ethan.  Come on inside with me and we will get you washed and ready for supper."  

Winter turned a started look towards Susan, "But the walls..."

"I'll keep them up for you and you can come visit me in the stable after you have some food in you."

Sophie glanced at Winter, "What Gift is she helping you with?"

Winter looked down.  A nudge in her back from Susan reminded her to mind her elders.  "Empathy."  She didn't like saying it aloud to another.  Susan was her Companion so she didn't mind but to tell another human, even a Herald, felt like confessing to a crime.

"Ah okay.  Well, looks like you are going to have to have your first lesson tonight then.  Let's get you washed up," replied Sophie as if talking about something as simple as what to wear.  Puzzled and relieved, Winter followed her into the inn.

Red Skies - Randy "Red" Learns

Randy approached the Sun Temple in hesitation.  He trusted Diana and this was a shot most boys didn't get.  But suddenly he felt that familiar fear scratching at his chest.  New places, new mannerisms, and new personalities to dance around.  Still, he remembered how hard life was back home.  Giving his parents a portion of his earnings was the only thing he could do for them right now.  And if this new life led to working in a manor, then he would be able to help his family move out of their rundown place and into a more respectable dwelling that kept the chill out in winter and bugs out in summer.

Taking a deep breath and clutching the note tightly, Randy walked through the open gate and stopped in shock.  His mana was strong enough at this point for him to tell the differences in the soil he was in contact with, and what made up the ground here was astounding.  Gryphon's Rest was build in gentle hills covered in rich dirt to grow the thickest grass around just like the capital, Gryphon Heights.  But here, in this Sun Temple, there was definitely different soil.  Thick clay under the buildings and sand for everywhere else.  He couldn't hide the surprise from his face.

It wasn't until a concerned man in a red robe was standing in front of him that he came to.  "Uh, hi," Randy stammered, holding out the note.

The man took it hesitantly, still eyeing Randy with concern before looking down to read.  He was quiet for a moment, then looked up curiously, "I see you are to stay with us.  I'll be brief as it is almost time for the evening prayers."  He stepped sideways and put an arm across Randy's shoulders.  Randy flinched but leaned in to the priest.  The priest noted the reactions which confirmed Randy's background more than words could say.  "This is the courtyard.  I'll give you the chore of keeping wood split for the stoves.  We have several in the kitchen and more under the washrooms."  Seeing Randy's startled expression, he laughed, "we have hot water for baths - yes.  And the floors are heated so you don't have to worry about chilly nights.  With fall coming, that will be more and more a relief.  The wood piles are in the back.  Just make sure to stack enough before you leave in the morning and enough before bed that the stoves can be fed while you are away."  

Randy was led inside, mute in awe.  Simple wooden structures, with a common room for sleeping and a common room for eating, there wasn't much to the place.  The center sanctuary was decorated with candles and writings, otherwise it was all just wooden.  "Thank you, for taking me in."

"Yes, well, let's get you fed.  Then you can chop some wood.  I read that you are a mage?  How strong is your mana?"  Seeing Randy shrug, he continued, "it doesn't matter.  We will strengthen you both physically and mentally so that you will become a stronger mage.  Now let me show you the cubby you can keep your things in."

Red Skies - Saber At School

It was with a sudden stop that Saber woke up.  Sitting up from where she had dozed against the cushioned corner of the carriage, she looked around.  The light filtering in from the curtained windows was significantly more golden.  The breeze warmer.  It must be afternoon already.  Had they stopped for a late lunch?  Saber strained to hear sounds, any sounds, that would remind her of Gryphon Heights.  Nothing of the sort met her small ears except the driver talking to the horses and the footman's bootsteps on the ground approaching.

Quickly touching up her hair and smoothing her skirts, Saber quickly composed herself into that of a lady.  Not eager for gossip nor interested in politics, she had found plenty of time to groom herself into the appearance of a proper child.  But inside her heart was racing.  Saber wondered briefly if her palms were getting sweaty.  Pushing the thoughts away she turned to the door as the sound of the step was lowered into place.  With a soft click, the footman opened her door and stepped back.

Curious of their location despite her nervousness, Saber stood.  An easy feet for a child of 7 in any carriage.  Moving to the doorway, she hid her surprise.  They had already arrived at her new school.  She schooled her features into an expressionless mask and quickly started taking in details.  Gentle hills such as those around Gryphon Heights protected a white smooth stone building that was build in a circular fashion.  There was paths from the entrance veering off into the grasslands beyond.  And standing before the gate of this structure was a lady wearing beautiful clothing similar to hers.  Was she nobility too?

Carefully stepping down, she gracefully walked towards her.  First impressions were so important.  While she didn't want to come across as friendly or girlish, Saber definitely didn't want to be labeled a cranky person either.  The lady, sunlight curls streaming down over her shoulders, watched her approach with a polite smile on her face.  "Welcome to my school Miss Saber. My name is Trena and I will be instructing you.  I trust you had a pleasant journey?"

No child, no matter how well schooled, can hide the distain of being stuck in a carriage for long.  Saber curled her small fists reflexedly before gaining back her semblance of calm.  "The ride was smooth and uneventful."  In truth she was lucky, she had slept.

Miss Trena's face relaxed slightly as she took in her new pupil's reaction.  This child was a good child and someone she most likely could work with.  Stepping sideways, she motioned Saber to follow, "Come and let me show you the place.  It is small but stable."  Leading her into the main room, she explained, "this is where we gather every morning for morning exercise."  Motioning off one side, she added, "that way is the dining area and kitchens."  Motioning off the opposite side, she added, "and that hall wraps around with dorm rooms for pupils."  She kept walking forward, "and this room is the learning room where I teach."

Saber looked around curiously.  There was a skylight letting sunshine filter in from the top, a rounded roof signalling this to be the center of the building.  There was various arrangements around the room.  Seating area of cushions in one area, a table with chairs of stone in another, and more.  On the far was was two doors.  One was open and she could see supplies and books inside.  The other was closed.

"That is my study and rooms," supplied Miss Trena as she watched Saber.  She felt amused as Saber instantly replaced her curious expression with the polite look once again.  This child was going to be enjoyable to get to know.  "You must be tired.  I'll show you to your room and have food sent."  Turning she headed back the way they had come.

Saber felt relief as they turned down the hall of dorm rooms.  Reaching one, Miss Trena knocked politely and opened it.  No one was inside.  Saber stepped in and noticed that her luggage was already placed at the foot of one of the two beds.  The other bed clearly already taken by another pupil at the school.  She turned as Miss Trena stepped back, "Thank you."

"You will be comfortable here.  Not perhaps as you are used to, but it will be enough."  Miss Trena motioned someone out of sight.  A small creature about Saber's 7 year old size stepped into view.  A Leurna with a somewhat pleasant expression.  "This is one of our servants.  She will show you the washing rooms at the end of the hall as well as assist you with whatever you need."  Saber nodded in surprise.

Miss Trena smiled gently and then turned leaving the two of them.  The Leurna glanced at the retreating figure and then turned to bow, "Miss Saber, I'm Angel."  

Quickly dipping into a small curtsy, Saber replied, "Nice to meet you Angel."  

Angel grinned, "Come on, let's get you washed and fed."  She took Saber's hand in a motherly fashion and wisely didn't ask about Saber's life in Gryphon Heights.  Instead she showed her the washing rooms.  A wonderful set up with a pool of hot water flowing through that you could scrub the worst grime away with, with another pool beside it with nice warm water that you could soak in, and finally a third pool of cool water to rinse off in.  All constantly flowing.  "We styled our washrooms after those used by the dormitories the Heralds stay in."  Saber could only stare open-mouthed.  It was going to be bliss here.

Red Skies: Introduction of Tavon

A step to the right. A small slide forward. Another slide. It's just like a dance, the boy reminded himself. Onward he continued until he was within an arm's reach of the prize. The crowd in the market hid the boy's movement but only if he flowed with both the people and the target. Quickly and as smoothly as he could, the boy reached into the man's pocket and felt around for the coin purse. Uh oh. It wasn't there! I could've sworn I saw him put it in this pocket! Suddenly the man turned away - with the little boy's hand still in his pocket. The strong tug on his pocket made the man stop and look around. Thankfully, the boy was fast and light on his feet and he disappeared into the crowd around him just as the man started yelling. The young boy ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Finally reaching an alley he hid behind some barrels and listened. There were no sounds of pursuit.  Thank the Guardians, he thought as he sat there trying to catch his breath.

That was cuttin' it close, Tav! I see ya got a lot more to learn, a voice laughed from above the young thief's hiding place. The 7-year old boy hung his head, admitting that his teacher was right. But I saw him put the purse in that pocket!! Tavon exclaimed as he pounded his small fist against the brick wall. Jayson laughed lightly at the boy's frustration. Don't worry! When I was your age I was always getting caught! At least no one sees you run away with nothin'! Tavon's face brightened. So when I'm old like you, I'll be rich like you? Jayson slugged the boy on the shoulder. Hey! I'm only 14! And no, you won't be like me. But you might come close. 

Jayson hopped down from the window ledge where he had been crouching. Now, he said as he took the boy's hand, let's go find somethin' to eat. The two pickpockets blended once more into the crowd, weaving in and out among the shoppers. The Capital was a huge city, so they could easily find some food that wasn't being watched...

Red Skies: Introduction of Ruby

A bright light shown in her face as she cracked open her eyes. Where was she? Blinking several times, the light would not go away. There was no light like this at home. Home was dark. Smells wafted through the air into her small nostrils. Those were not the smells of home. Straining to hear familiar sounds, she stopped blinking and focused. Strange voices softly spoke near her, though she couldn’t make out any words. This was not home. If this was not home, where was she? Where was Mother? Brother? Father? 

Desperate to find them she forced her little eyes open and tried to ignore the bright light, turning her head to look around her. It was everywhere! She looked around her and fuzzy shapes started to form, filling with black dots flying all over the place. This was definitely not home. Tears started to roll down her soft cheeks and a whimper escaped her lips. It was then she noticed that her mouth was so dry, no words came. Maybe Mother was near water, so she should go find some water. She raised her head a few inches and pain exploded in her head, back, and everywhere. Even moving her fingers hurt. What was happening?! Her tears started to rush faster and had her throat not been dry as a desert, a cry would have started.

Suddenly, her ears picked up movement. Something was coming towards her! “Shhh. It is alright. You are safe.” The rough male voice was unfamiliar and only made her chest hurt more as she continued to cry. Then the bright light was gone. Above her now was a dark shape. As her eyes adjusted, a person appeared over her. He had a dark face but his eyes held hers as if he were holding her in his arms. Her tears stopped. “I know you can’t move, little one. You were in a fire and you were hurt. But we have medicine that we have put on your skin so you should feel better soon.” She could only understand a little of what he said, but his rough voice was comforting. The face shifted slightly and then drops of water hit her lips. She licked up the water eagerly. After a moment of letting her drink, he spoke: “I am Sven. What is your name?” Swallowing hard, the 6-year-old human girl croaked out, “Ruby,” before her eyes closed, darkness and quiet once again taking her. 

“Sleep Ruby. You are safe now.”

Red Skies - Trivia - Mercenary Captain's Tale

I love the mercenary company that was known as the Sunhawks.  I could never write about them so will definitely create my own as there are all kinds of groups waiting to be created.  However this tale is a favorite and I would love them to be a part of the bard's collection in this universe we are writing in.  The story is about a princess from a neighboring country leaving and forming her own mercenary band.  She dies and the revenge they take is amazing and complete.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lgDsLsjxOY

Idra was a princess – your elder sister she
With golden jewels aplenty, she had sugar cakes for tea
She left them for a solder’s life, preferring to live free
She learned how best to win a war and formed a company

She called us all her Sunhawks and taught us how to fly
At soldering we were the best that silver and gold could buy
We drink to Captain Idra, the leader of our band
We’re proud to be her Sunhawks, every woman and every man

We fought for Captain Idra; ‘twas for her each castle fell
We followed her to battle and we followed her to hell
Until the day she had to choose between you for the throne
She sent us back to Hawk’s nest and flew onward all alone

We waited through the winter but heard from her no more
We sent two of our best to find the captain we adored
They found your brother banished, they found you on the throne
And what you did you Idra we found out on our own

So sit upon your golden throne, contented in your dream 
You’ll awake into the nightmare when you hear the Sunhawks scream
Run while you will Oath-breaker; you’ll wish you never were born
By priestess, mage, and common man, you’re thrice declared foresworn

[music interlude]

Dressed as merchant, priest, or beggar, we’re coming now for you
And the one who guards you’re life is yet another Sunhawk too
We seek revenge for Captain Idra, the Sunhawks seek their prey
And justice is our by-word and our swords spell judgment day

Yes, justice is our by-word and our swords spell judgment day!

Red Skies - Trivia - Weapons Training for Heralds

The Heralds are trained in many things: economics, maps, survival, math, reading, diplomacy, current events, history, and so much more.  One of which is weapons training.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4XkP-wT3xI

The weapons master has no heart his hide is iron cold 
His soul within that hide is steel or so I've been told- 
His only care is for your skill his only love is own 
And where another has a heart he has a marble stone 

That's what the common wisdom holds but common is not true 
For there is often truth behind what's in common view 
And so it is the herald’s task the hidden truth to win 
To see behind the face without and find the face within 

He goads his students into rage he drives them into pain 
He mocks them and does not care that tears may fall like rain 
He works them when they're weary and rebukes them when they fail 
Cuts them to ribbons with his tongue as they stand meek and pale 

But will our enemies be fair or come on us behind 
And will they stay their tongues or in their words a weapon find 
Or wait till we are rested before making their attacks 
Or will they rather beat us down and then go for our backs 

But he has no compassion does not care for man or beast 
And when a students gone he does not notice in the least 
And no one calls this man their love and no one calls him friend 
And none can judge him by his face or what he may intend 

But I have seen him speak the word that brings hope from despair 
Or drop the one word compliment that makes the students care 
And I have seen his sorrow when he hears the death bell cry 
His soul deep agony of doubt that nothing can deny 

For on his shoulders rests the job of fitting us for war 
With nothing to give him a clue of what to train us for 
And if he fails it is not he that pays but you and I 
And so he dies a little when he hears the death bell cry 

And now you know the face within hid by the face without 
The pain that he must harbor all the guilt and all the doubt 
The weapons master has a heart so grant his stony mask 
For you and I aren't strong enough to bare that kind of task

Red Skies - Trivia - Bard's Song

Another concept I took from Mercedes Lackey's Valdemar Universe I stole was the Kyree, although I renamed this creature Carnine.  It has the appearance of the wolf, and is an intelligent creature that serves whom it wishes despite who summons (or hides) from it.  I also stole her version of the mercenary guilds and incorporated them into my story.  The two ladies in this story are mercenaries: a mage and a warrior.  Listen and enjoy the bard tale below, though the song doesn't match the written version perfectly, defer to the written part when they deviate.  Bards play important roles too :)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KOUULJuyDk

Deep into the stoney hills
miles from town or hold
a troop of guards comes riding
with a lady and her gold.
She rides bemused among them
shrouded in her cloak of fur
companioned by a maiden
and a toothless, aged cur.

Three things see no end,
a flower blighted err it bloomed,
a message that miscarries
and a journey that is doomed.
 

Little does the lady care
what all the guardsmen know
that bandits ambush caravans
that on these trade roads go.
In spite of tricks and clever traps
and all that men can do,
the brigands seem to always sense
which trains are false or true.

Three things are most perilous:
the shape that walks behind,
ice that will not hold you
and the spy you cannot find.
 

One among the guardsmen
has a shifting restless eye.
And as they ride he scans the hills
that rise against the sky.
He wears the sword and jewels
worth more than he could afford
and hidden in his baggage
is a heavy seceret hord.

Of three things be weary of
a feather on a cat,
a sheperd eating mutton
and a guardsman that is fat.
 

From ambush bandits screaming charge
the pack train and it's prize
and all but four within the train
are taken by suprise.
And all but four are cut down
as a woodsman fells a log,
the guardsman and the lady
and the maiden and the dog.

Three things hold a seceret-
lady riding in a dream,
the dog who sounds no warning
and the maid who does not scream.
 

Then off the lady pulls her cloak
in armour she is clad
her sword is out and ready
and her eyes are fierce and glad.
The maiden makes a gesture
and the dog's a cur no more.
A wolf, swordmaid and sorceress
now face the bandit horde.

Three things never anger
or you will not live for long,
a wolf with cubs, a man with power,
and a woman's sense of wrong
 

The lady and her sister
by a single trader lone
were hired out to try to lay
a trap all of their own,
and no one knew their plan
except the two who rode that day.
For what you do not know
you cannot ever give away.

Three things that it's better far
that only two should know,
where treasure hides,
who shares your bed
and how to catch your foe.
 

The bandits growled a challenge
and the lady only grins,
the sorceress bows mockingly
and then the fight begins.
When it ends there's only four
left standing from the horde,
the witch, the wolf, the traitor
and the woman with the sword.

Three things never trust in:
the maiden sworn as pure,
the vows a king has given
and the ambush that is sure.
 

They stripped the traitor naked
and then whipped him on his way
into the barren hillsides
like the foes he use to slay.
And what of all the maidens
that this bandit raped and slew,
so as revenge the sorceress
makes him a woman too.

Three things trust above all else:
the horse on which you ride,
the beast the guards your sleeping
and your shieldmaid at your side.

Red Skies - Trivia - Queen's View

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUjayqeu8SA

My characters that are Heralds, Gryphon Heights the capital, concept of Compansions, and the royalty are all taken from Mercedes Lackey's Universe known as Valdemare.  The youtube is one of her songs explaining the view of a Queen and how she views life.  A gorgeous song worth listening to.

Lyrics below:

The stars are very beautiful, above the palace walls,

They shine with equal splendour, still above far humbler halls.

I watch them from my window, but their bright entrancing glow,

Reminds me of the freedom I gave up so long ago.

The royal circlet of bright gold rests lightly on my brow,

I once thought only of the rights this circlet would endow.

But once I took the crown to which I had been schooled and bred,

I found it heavy on the heart, though light upon the head.

Although I am the head of state, in truth I am the least,

The true Queen knows her people fed, before she sits to feast.

The good Queen knows her people safe, before she takes her rest,

Thinks twice and thrice and yet again, before she makes request.

For they are all my children, all, that I swore to defend,

It is my duty to become both Queen and trusted friend—

And of my children high and low, from beggar to above,

The dearest are my Heralds, who return my care with love.

The dearest are my Heralds, swift to spring to my command.

Who give me aid and fellowship, who always understand

That land and people first have needs that I may not deny—

So I must send my dearest friends to danger—and to die.

A friend, a love, a child—it matters not, I know indeed,

That I must sacrifice them all if there should be the need.

They know, and they forgive me—doing more than I require,

With willing minds and loving hearts go straight to grasp the fire.

These tears that burn my eyes are all the tears the Queen can't shed,

The tears I weep in silence as I mourn my Heralds dead.

Oh gods that dwell beyond the stars, if you can hear my cry—

And if you have compassion—let me send no more to die!

Red Skies: Introduction of Evycia

“Please aunty! Tell me the story!” cried the eight-year-old Evyeia as she climbed onto her bed of branches and soft moss. Aunt Shavya sighed, trying to fain reluctance but a smile spread over her fair, pale green features. “Well, if you insist. But only if you go to sleep.” In response, the child closed her eyes and curled up all cozy in her small bed made of moss and fresh leaves. Shavya knelt beside the bed and began the story.

"Long ago, there was a teenage Gaea in a meadow outside the village walls. She was shifting and trying to mimic some of the features, sounds, and movements of small creatures she came across in the green grass. Eventually, she turned into a big, colorful butterfly, one that was larger than most as the Gaea was still learning how to shift sizes. 

"Suddenly, there was movement off to the side and a brush of air hit the Gaea's antennae. Large, pale hands appeared and barely missed touching the butterfly's delicate wings. Using the push of air, she flapped her wings as fast as she could and tried to make for the tree line. She was too afraid to look back or shift into something faster. Unfortunately, she still had not mastered navigating the air currents and a huge tree was right in front of her. Just before she slammed into it, she shifted into a humanoid shape and crashed to the ground. A crash echoed her own fall behind her, followed by a moan. Curiosity overtook her fear, and she slowly lifted her head to look behind her. It was a human! She had read about them and seen pictures of them in her father's library but never in person. They lived in the Kingdom that boarded the eastern edge of the Gaea Forest, and were unable to shift into any other shape than the one they are born into.

He moaned again as he raised his head to look around. His own eyes widened, matching the surprise in her own, likely amazed at her pale green skin and black eyes. Both lay frozen and stared at each other for what seemed like hours. At last the human man spoke. 'Hello. My. Name. Is. Erin....Do. You. Have. A. Name?' he asked in a very clear, distinct tone. A moment passed and then the Gaea started to laugh. The human frowned. What was so funny? Through the tears of laughter, the Gaea spoke, 'Is that how all humans talk?' She fell back into a fit of laughter. The man stared in confusion and then started laughing himself. Both of them rolled around on the ground, laughing until tears ran down their faces. 

A new friendship began that day that would last a lifetime. Erin stayed in the Gaea village for over a month, filling himself with as much knowledge as possible about the shifter race. The Gaea teenager spent every moment with him, not wanting to waste a second. Soon, the two fell in love. But the day finally came when the man said he had to return to the Kingdom. He was from the capital and he needed to pass through the Boarderholds before the rains arrived. 

"'Come with me,' he pleaded with her, but the fear of leaving everything familiar was larger than her love for him. Disappointed, Erin headed east toward the Kingdom and back to his own people. The Gaea woman never saw him again."

Shavya sighed as she ended her story, her thoughts far away. Looking over to her niece, she saw the child was fast asleep. The mature Gaea rose quietly and left dark room as the child slept peacefully.

Red Skies - Graff Finds A School

Valia was several days journey away.  Graff was under no illusion that he would be there ahead of those raiders.  Thorn had fallen asleep, safely embedded on Graff's skin.  It had been a long day and Graff began to look for a place to spend the night.  To his pleased surprise, he found a hunting lodge.

Walking up to the door, he knocked and opened the door.  It was set up like an inn almost.  Main room with cooking fire at the back and chairs on the side.  Only one person was there.  "Hey, thought I would stay the night."

The stranger had glanced up from his weapon cleaning when Graff entered.  Now he returned to it, "Fine by me.  I have the upper room on the far side.  Other three still free."

Looking around, Graff saw that there was two doors on the ground floor and ladders leading to a loft upstairs that also had two doors.  So it was an apartment arrangement then.  "I'll take the other upstairs room then."  Walking in and closing the heavy wooden door, he made his way across the rough wooden floor to climb up and investigate his room.

It was bare except for a bed.  He resigned himself and put his pack down.  He left and returned to the ground floor.  "I'm going to go hunt some supper.  Be back later."  The other guy only grunted.  Mentally sighing, he turned to leave.

"I'll join you.  A young whippersnapper like you might enjoy a few lessons.  I have some tricks up my sleeve that might do you good."  The fellow stood and walked over to offer a hand, "Name is Tom."

Graff grinned and accepted, "And I'm Graff.  Graff of Elias Estorage, son of the mountains."

Tom looked surprised a moment, then laughed.  "Well that's awesome.  You are the first I've met of Elias Estorage.  My old man once went to your village for spiritual healing.  I am very honored to be in your company.  Maybe you will be teaching me a few tricks instead."

Red Skies - Winter Journeys to School

Bradford stepped outside, surprised that his family and hired help would cluster so close to the entrance.  Usually more mindful, most people walked further away before stopping to talk.  Immediately he saw her.  White gryphon with its head lowered beside his daughter's head, beak resting across her shoulder.  The blue eyes moved it's gaze from Winter to him, clearing claiming his daughter for her own.

"No," he whispered.  His worst nightmare wasn't the monsters formed from magic battles or summoned by priests or dark practicers.  It was losing a loved one to the arrogant, simple-minded, and greedy Companions.  

Winter seemed to come to, her hands immersed in the warm feathers of her Companion.  Turning slightly, she looked back at those now staring open mouthed at her.  Bradford had always respected the Heralds and their companions when they visited.  Their words were law as they represented the justice system and the king in their circuits.  He had always kept their waystation stocked and maintained.  He had always accepted whatever justice or news told him by them.  So why did he now have to give up his daughter?  Why such a steep price?

Winter's voice carried strongly, "Father, this is Companion Susan Silver."  He waited.  She said nothing more.  Seemed to care for nothing else but that everyone know Susan was here.  Stories of how fiercely Companions protected their own briefly came to mind.  At least Winter would be safe.   He had no choice.  

Seeing the cook nearby, he tried to keep his voice from wavering, "Prepare a traveling pack of food to tie onto the gryphon's saddle."  Turning towards another he added more quietly, "pack a travel pack of necessities for her.  I don't think she will leave the gryphon's side."  More orders about getting back to work were issued for the remaining gawkers.  Watching the crowd scatter and disperse brought no pleasure.

A mercenary walked up to him, "I can tell you don't like it.  A cousin of mine was Chosen once too.  Until they get acquainted and all, she is going to have no desire for anyone but the Companion.  And the Companion will not stay.  As soon as possible, she will fly with her Chosen and get as much distance as possible into the journey to the capital."  He turned and left.  Bradford didn't seem to notice.  He could only continue to stare.  How, how did he lose his girl like this?  It was as if she was already dead.

Red Skies - Randy (Red) Is Sent To School

Randy rested in the main store of Diana's herbalist shop.  The aromas were scented and spicy, yet calming and relaxing too.  He watched quietly as Diana went about her work: stringing up plants to dry, reducing liquids into creams, and premixing powdered goods to be packaged and ready.  It was restful from the normal life of working in a smithy.

"Randy, have you given thought to what you are going to do now?  Your uncle won't be able to care for you without an income."  

Startled from his thoughts, Randy looked up at Diana.  Apprenticed to his uncle to get him a chance at life out of the slums at an early age, Randy had little other thoughts of what he would do in life.  Slowly shaking his head, he replied, "No, not really.  I could go back to my parents but life is kinda tight for them right now."

Diana watched him quietly.  Thoughtfully.  She had a connection, however secret, to the capital and it's palace.  She figured that her connection would have use for this boy.  But to make it work, he needed training.  Brushing her hands against her skirt, she decided, "I'm sending you to the Sun Temple..." she held up a hand to stall protests, "and yes, foreign god and religion I know."  "You can live there and do chores to help them out before and after work."

"What? Work?"  Randy looked at her bewildered.  The smithy was charred rock and burned beams.  What work was left?

Diana grinned, "yes, during the day you can sit outside of the nearby inn and be a messenger boy.  Honest labor that will physically be good for you.  Give your earnings to the temple in exchange for lessons so you can improve the use of the mana magic you have.  And maybe, given time, I can get you a job as a bell boy in one of the wealthy homes when you are older."

Realization dawned on Randy.  Place to stay in exchange for work.  Earnings in exchange for lessons.  And a future job when he was older.  Not a life's plan, but one that he could work and focus on.  With reasonable goals.  Not to mention he could better learn to use his earth magic.  His mana wasn't that strong yet so maybe he could someday branch out and use more than one element.  You never knew.  "I'll do it!"

"Do you have anything besides the clothes on your back?"

His head lowered marginally, "Not really, everything was in the smithy.  Dirk and Braum's place went up in flames too as they were connected...."

"Then there is nothing to stop you from heading straight to the temple.  Remember to go to the one I specificed..." she paused to write out a note.  Handing it to him, she reminded him, "Go there and do as they say.  Foreign or not, it is probably the best bet for a kid of your talents."  

He took the note and carefully tucked it away.  Hugging her, he turned and headed outside.  Pausing, he saw down the street his cousin Braum finally coming.  Turning the opposite way, Randy made haste and was soon lost among the crowds.

Red Skies - Saber's Travels To School

Gryphon Heights was a relatively large city.  It was the capital after all.  Even though the monarchy and wealthy lived on the hill, the plains at the bottom boasted as much commerce and diversity as any other place.  Neighborhoods of various sizes and socioeconomic status; some of good report, some rather shady, and some downright filthy with a side of dirt.  Gryphon Heights had areas of town that specialized in specific services so even if there was an inn or temple in one area, there was clusters of like-facilities in areas on the outskirts of town.  A traveler could travel the outer rim of the city and find anything he needed without actually venturing into Gryphon Heights.  Otherwise there was the main roads filled with people, and other species of intelligence.

It was down one of these main roads that Saber road, nestled in her carriage seat.  The window curtains were drawn so she couldn't see the stores, stalls, or other buildings they passed by.  However she could hear.  The white noise of voices in various discussions.  Wagon wheels.  Neighing horses.  The arrogant bragging of a gryphon, large creatures that strutted along taking up half the street.  Others were probably out there as well.  Elves were common in the capital compared to the quieter and smaller Leurna, a being who resembled an upright lizard and was silent but helpful in the tasks they performed.  Rarer still was the Carnine, a being mistaken often for a large wolf until it Mindspoke to you.  And she was missing observing them all because of her status.  Maintaining the proper etiquette of a lady was one thing she hoped she needed worry about quite as much in her new school.

Finally the sounds faded.  The wind picked up.  The scent of grass blowing in through the edges of the curtain.  The cry of an eagle or other bird overhead.  It made staying inside the carriage all the more daunting.  Saber sighed and leaned against the side of the carriage.  Although the inside was fully cushioned, it still wasn't as comfortable as she preferred.  But monotony was taking a toll.  In no time she had fallen asleep.

Red Skies - Graff leaves home

Graff started walking, keeping a light-hearted countenance.  What better way to camouflage the intense sorrow and strong desire for revenge than with a smile and retinue of jokes?  He turned from what was left of his village and started down a path.  The mountain meadow had been a haven.  Sun and storm alike had been second nature to living here.  Now he headed down into the forest below.  It was a good hike but a familiar one.

Entering the coolness of the trees, he thought momentarily it felt good after being in the sun.  But there was no breeze here, just humid mists.  Starting to sweat and wishing for a stream or creek, he thought the itch was just him being a wimp.  Suddenly he realized that Thorn was moving around on him.  "Hey, stop it.  You are making my skin crawl.  Literally." 

Thorn replied somewhat sharper than he intended, "I'm restless, deal with it."

Frustrated, Graff picked up the pace.  He started looking purposefully for water.  Bathing would be a good excuse to shed the shirt and kicking Thorn off him.  Hearing, finally, tricking in the distance he broke into a jog.  The sound grew until they came to a river.

Not waiting for Graff to take off his shirt, Thorn leaped out through the front collar and landed paws first into the water.  Rising up, he grinned up at Graff with water dripping off his scales.  "Water's great, come on it."  

Grumbling, Graff soon joined him and washed away the irritation in the strong current.  "I guess we have really started our journey huh."

Thorn nodded, "Yes, and enough delay, let's get going again."  Without waiting for Graff to get out of the river, Thorn leaped back onto Graff.  The sudden weight hitting him and then disappearing was still a little unnerving but Graff shrugged it off.

Looking down at his chest, he watched Thorn arrange himself comfortably.  "At least I have an impressive tattoo if anyone asks."

Thorn groaned, "Just make sure I'm always in the same position or people will get suspicious."

Graff laughed, dressed, grabbed his pack and left the river's side.  They had a long way off the mountain still.  And longer still out of the range.  The only hint he had was hearing one the raiders gloating over the dead that they had plenty to blow in Valia, a mid-sized city that must surely be their next destination.  They must not like the idea of relaxing too close to where their victims lay slain.

Red Skies - Winter is Chosen

Winter walked over outside the kitchens and used the hand pump to quickly wash up.  Refreshed, she slipped through the kitchens and used a side door to the main hall.  There was already a crowd inside.  Family for the most part but a few servants and hired positions as well as the mercenaries that the StormRiders sent.  She quietly moved to the back and settled in the shadows.

Bradford stood up on the dais and waited.  Of all the borderholds, his was in comparison average.  Neither big nor small.  Bradford wished his forefathers had named their hold something more manly or courageous.  WhiteFeather Hold was just an insult giving ties to the Companions.  Nothing against gryphons.  They made good soldiers.  But they had the brain the size of a pea and were vain, arrogant creatures that liked to pose and talk smack.  Companions were just the same as regular gryphons - nothing more.

Winter could tell her father's emotions were irritable.  What could be bothering him so much?  He cleared his throat.  She braced herself.  Whatever this gathering was for, it couldn't be good.  Dreary setting for unsettling news.  The stone walls and wooden beams were comforting for many, but the drafty air and dark corners had always been a source of depression for Winter.  However, announcements for large groups were better heard in here where sound could echo than out in the courtyard.

Bradford firmly started, "I would like to officially welcome the StormRiders.  A dozen men who responded to our job offer.  They will be helping us inspect and resupply the outposts we have near the border.  Then they will split into four teams and man those outposts with us.  It will take a lot of work and time but I am sure we can be done before winter.  We have plenty to provision the outposts with as this harvest was very good."  He paused.  Winter winced.  This was the part that caused his worry.  She really didn't want to be here for this.  She despised conflict so much.  Not a trait to have when you live in a borderhold.

"There is another matter that needs to be given attention.  The Herald who visited last year asked that we build and maintain a second waystation.  The waystation they have is in excellent condition and well provisioned.  However they want a place for their Compansions and Heralds to stay closer to the border in case of inter-border travel.  I just received via messenger an update.  This waystation has to be completed before winter and camouflaged.  It has to be larger with more than the normal provisions and supplies.  Unheard request and unusual for any place to have to care for more than one, but what our King wants we will definitely comply with.  We are the WhiteFeather Hold and we have pride in our support of our country.  We received permission to hire mercenaries to help with this as well."  Bradford turned to the mercenaries, "The crown is willing to compensate.  If you would see if your company would send another two dozen for this, I would like to keep my dealings with just one single mercenary company.  I know it isn't the most glorious job, but we have need of the help."  One of them nodded in affirmation.  Bradford nodded back.  Turning to face his family, he gave them leave to go, "That is all, back to work."

Winter felt relieved and gave no further thought to her father's words.  She turned and exited, the first to reach the warm sunshine and open space of the courtyard.  The soft dirt beneath her boots and warm breeze brushing her bare shoulders.  Her sleeveless brown dress taking in the sun's rays.  For a moment she was alone and free of the emotions of others.  The relief was incredible.

Then a strong presence broke through her calm.  Opening her eyes, she looked up above the forest line as a white gryphon flew up and into view.  It came with such speed.  She felt it's purpose and intense desire.  Barely hearing anyone as the rest of the family, hired hands, and mercenaries started to trickle out behind her, she could only stare in shock as a Companion landed in front of her.  It's majestic white feathers almost sparkling in the sunlight.  It's shoulders barely above hers and it's head towering above her.  Slender and smaller, more like a falcon than most gryphons who reminded one of a hawk, this one had a grace to it that she felt attracted to.

The Companion Mindspoke to her, "Winter, I Chose You."  It looked with it's blue eyes into hers and she felt herself falling into it's depths.  Everything dropped away accept for her love for this Companion and the incredible depths of love the Companion had for her.

Red Skies - Randy "Red" gets help

Awaking inside the herbalists shop, Randy looked around.  His Uncle Dirk lay resting nearby and Diana sat beside the fireplace cooking up some sort of savory broth.  Coughing, he forced himself to at least sit up.  Waves of dizziness overtook him a moment.  Slowly he came back to the rough blankets he was under and the firm cot beneath him.  Looking up, he saw that Diana was now beside him supporting him patiently.  "Welcome back Randy," she said with a smile.

"Hey," he coughed out.  Accepting the wooden cup of water, he swallowed it letting it cool his throat.  "How long?"

"Not long.  You still need rest though.  Since you are up, want something for your stomach?"

Remembering that he had used Mana to move the earth, Randy nodded.  It wouldn't hurt to eat to keep what strength he had left up.  As Diana walked across the stone floor back towards the fireplace, he glanced at his uncle.  "The Herald, she used Fetching didn't she?  To get uncle out?"

Diana glanced back at Dirk at she was scooping brother into a wooden bowl, then looked to Randy and softly affirmed, "Yes.  It appears she has two Gifts.  She could hear what you wanted to say too." Walking back over to him, she eased an arm behind Dirk to support him and gave him the wooden bowl.  "Drink this."

Outside the sound of bells was heard.  After a moment, the shop door opened and footsteps sounded across the stone floor.  Entering into the back was the Herald from earlier.  "Hi, I found Bram.  He declined the offer for a ride and is coming on his own.  He will be here shortly."  Stepping forward to Randy, she offered her hand.  "I'm Herald Sophie, a pleasure to meet you Randy."  Randy settled the bowl into his lap and shook her hand carefully.  The Herald looked up at Diana and asked, "When will Dirk be awake?"

Diana shook her head, "I'm not certain.  I drugged him pretty good so that the medicine would have time to work in piece."

Herald Sophie sighed and turned back to Randy, "If you don't mind me asking, what material were you working with in there?  It wasn't normal smithing metals that we found in the wreckage."

Shrugging and looking down, Randy whispered, "Experimental.  Copper and a few other metals being arranged in a way we never used before.  Guess we messed up.  Fellow paid us a lot to see if we could do something new.  Looks like it won't work."

Herald Sophie looked at him silently, seeing in his mind the memories of the man who had come.  A slight breach in protocol and ethics, but warranted in this situation.  Was someone just being an inventor or was a threat looming on the horizon.  "Thank you Randy, go ahead and rest okay."  She nodded to Diana and turned to leave.

Red Skies - Saber Moves Out

Gryphon Heights was built on a hill originally.  Castle is located at the top with a landing area for the Gryphons.  Every place in that castle was built with them in mind.  Over time they came to have their own pasture.  A fenced off location that you didn't enter without permision from one of the gryphons.  It had sunbathing rocks and a grove with caves.  Gryphon Heights also sported areas beside the castle for the Heralds to live and learn as well as a few other important persons.  The whole section was walled in with a main gate.

Sprawled around the hill, were streets spiraling down.  The extreme rich had their own large walled mansions that they lived in, a good quarter of them them having estates and lands they lived at elsewhere too.  Towards the bottom of the spiral were manors with either beautiful walls or fences but significantly smaller in size and extravagance.  It was there that Saber lived.  Or did.

Standing on the front steps of her home, she hid her bewilderment and hurt at being sent away.  Her family could afford tutors.  If there was something she could learn, surely it could be in this great city.  The carriage, large with plush insides and pulled by four matching brown horses was waiting in front of her, signalling to inevitable.  Her luggage was stowed on top and covered in carefully tucked canvas.  Misty had said she had strong will power, but she hadn't even tried to talk her family out of this.  It wasn't her place and she was too much a lady to act less than graceful.

Walking carefully, her fine dress with embroidered edges flowing about her, Saber approached the carriage.  The footman had already set the step up for her and now opened the door for her.  She accepted his hand, though she really didn't need it, and took a step up and was in.  Settling herself inside, Saber looked out as the door was being closed.  Misty was sitting on top her house smiling at her.  Misty, the one who never held grudges or let things get her down for long.  Saber's sunshine.  It was going to hard without her friend.

The carriage jerked with a start and headed in a curve on outside their gates.  Saber imagine the ride ahead of her.  The spiraling streets ending at the bottom on the hill.  There was a wall there, but since the city had long since expanded, the gates had been removed.  It would be like the rest of the way out of Gryphon Heights.  As the city expanded beyond the borders of the walls, new walls had to be built.  Now any threat of invasion was unlikely and if it occurred they would never reach the capital so new walls had not been built for the furthest edges of the city.  The other gates though were still intact in the other walls.  So even if these could not be closed, they could.

Leaning back and forcing herself to practice the medication that Misty had taught her, Saber began to prepare herself to stay calm and be ready for whatever new life awaited her.

Red Skies - Introduction of Graff

Graff studied the charts in front of him.  16 years old with a body honed by constant sparing, he was a tanned and muscular sight to see.  Yet despite his apparent leather armor, he had very little fighting experience.  Despite this, he was itching to go out and spar some more.  Practice the basics and gain a few new tricks.

"Graff, you need to pay attention."  Grinning good-naturedly at his mentor, Graff stretched and pulled the chart closer.  His mentor continued, "If you are going to join any human society, you need to make sure the persona you use matches what you look like.  You are clearly a fighter, so I would stay away from trying to claim to be a mage, Herald, or one of those who uses wild magics."

Sunlight filtering through the trees, Graff contemplated, "It would probably not be wise to join a mercenary company right away either.  I don't know which ones have what kind of reputations well enough."  Glancing over at his mentor he added, "And if I housed in a mercenary fort over the winter, hiding you would be impossible."  

Laughter on both sides filled the air.  His mentor suggested. "Perhaps you could be a bodyguard for hire.  Or a wanderer..."  

"No.  I can't be a wanderer.  I need something more legit.  I wouldn't pass for a holy person or a healer either."  He gave a wicked grin, "though you could be a healer on vacation Thorn."

Thorn glared, "I'm not fat if that is what you are implying.  Healers have to eat.  Everytime they use their wild magics they lose so much energy - "

"Some are Heralds," interrupted Graff pointedly.

"Yeah, well, please point out where my Companion would be and I've never heard of anyone in my race being a Herald." Thorn said icily.

Graff laughed and looked over the chart again.  He would need something plausible.  A profession that matched as closely as possible to the truth without giving away his past or his mentor.  "What about a treasure hunter?"

Thorn nodded in approval, his golden scales rippling in the sunlight.  "It is a sound plan.  Now I need to rest.  You pack and head on down the mountain.  Avoid any borderholds and villages.  We want to meet people in a town that is used to strangers."

Grinning, Graff held out his hand.  Thorn, rose from where he had been resting to stand about waist high to Graff.  Stretching out his dragon body one last time, he leaped at Graff's hand.  As he came in contact, he disappeared beneath Graff's clothing.  If anyone saw Thorn now, he would appear to be a tattoo.  That is, as long as he didn't move.

Graff packed up the camp quickly and efficiently.  His sword strapped to his side and daggers in his boots were his only blades.  Bow and quiver on his back his only ranged weapons.  Who needed to be a mage or make contracts to use wild magic when he had a T'kesh for a mentor.

A remote mountain village known for their ability to produce rare pieces of art, they had never seen or suspected raiders would attack.  Their hidden companions had and when the surprise attack occured, their T'Kesh friends had ripped and shredded every single raider to shreds.  However few humans had lived and fewer T'kesh had returned in time to fuse on a human friend.  Dependent on humans to live, they had died.

Unlike the other survivors, who had relocated on to a hidden location, Graff had decided to head out and find out who had sent the raiders.  Maybe even chop off the head of their band.  Thorn insisted on coming along, pointing out that worldly experience was sadly lacking on Graff's part.  It would be hard keeping the T'kesh's existence a secret.  But that was nothing compared to the revenge Graff sought.  Both burdens he was willing to carry.

Red Skies - Introduction of Winter

The borders on the east side of the kingdom were wild places with few people and fewer natural animals.  With no towns or garrisons, the vigilance of the Borderholds was the first defense to any sort of invasion or problems that might come prowling about.  Every man, woman, and child was very good at some sort of defense and offense.  Winter was no exception.  She might be working with their horses, but every piece of equipment could be utilized quickly and efficiently if needed.

Thankfully there was little doubt of attack today.  The mercenary guild had advertised her family's job offer and one of the mercenary companies had responded.  The StormRiders had sent several of their mercenaries over and their presence alone would keep any human trouble away for the time being.  Winter ignored them for now though, her attention on the horses she was working with.  Her family thought she was talented with the horses, but that was not so.  She had Gifts.

Borderholds were very strict and their views of Heralds were not always the most pleasant views.  This far away from other peoples and cultures, her father's opinion was law.  And his opinion was that Gifts were nothing but trouble and Gryphons nothing but animals.  8 years of age, Winter was not about to tell him otherwise.  Animal Mindspeech was a minor gift and one she used regularly to encourage the horses to do as she wanted.  But stronger still and more harder to keep hidden was her Gift of Empathy.  Nothing fantastic like firestarting or fetching or foresight, it should not have been a problem.

"Winter!  Rest the horses and wash up!  Then come to the main hall!" Booming voice full of command, her father Bradford strolled past knowing she would do as he said quickly and efficiently.  But beneath his strong words she felt his feelings.  He was worried.  And that was why her Gifts were hard to hide.  She was impulsive enough that one day the front a person gave would not be what she responded to.  It shouldn't be a problem though.  In addition, she would never be Chosen.  They were far from the capital.  No Gryphon would choose her for a companion.

Closing the corral fence, she turned and headed inside.  The mercenaries were already inside, their voices carrying out to her.  Behind her the forest grew still in anticipation, as far on the horizon a pair of white wings beat against the wind drawing a blue eyed creature closer to the hold.

Red Skies - Introduction of Randy "Red"

The smoke from the forge billowed through the air, choking Randy and burning his eyes.  Stumbling out into the street coughing, he struggled to breathe.  Something horrible had gone wrong and now the place was up in smoke.  Turning he tried to make sense of what he was seeing.  The capital relied on their city, Gryphons Rest, to produce anything and everything related to weapons and armor.  The competition between businesses was fierce.  To see his uncle's smithy burning was a nightmare.

Voices shouting and running feet as townspeople raced towards the burning structure were a blur to Randy's senses.  All he could think of was his desire to breathe and stop the disaster striking his family.  8 years old, there would have been little he could have done, but the sense of duty to protect his and his family's own was still strong.  Smoke inhalation clouding his brain, he fell to his knees.  Catching himself only with his hands.  Still unable to see, he felt through the ground his Uncle staggering inside unable to find the way out.  Then a support beam gave way.  Instinctively Randy focused and shoved the earth up creating a new support beam, then grew dizzy and fell over.

The sound of bells rang overhead and wings beat a rush of wind cooling Randy's face.  Gasping in the cleaner air, Randy opened his eyes and looked across the dirt ground.  A Herald and her companion, a splendid white gryphon landed in front of him.  The Herald lifted a hand and suddenly Randy's uncle appeared outside beside them.  Exhausted he sank to the ground, letting the neighbors douse the smith in water.

A soft, cool hand touched Randy's face.  In confused puzzlement, he barely noted the herbalist from down the street checking him over before moving on to his uncle.  He couldn't think beyond the relief of breathing fresh air.  His uncle muttered to the herbalist, "Diana, my boy..." he stopped in a fit of coughing.  Diana looked up at the Herald as she approached.

"There was another boy working here.  Is he..."  Randy vaguely remembered his cousin had skipped out the back to go fishing and started shaking his head.

The Herald shook her head, white outfit still clean despite the raging fire behind her, "I didn't see anyone else inside."

"Dian...na... he not there" Randy struggled to say.  The Herald walked over and gently rested her hands on either side of Randy, making soothing noises.  Randy gladly let up, a headache forming from the fumes and use of his magic.

"The boy is trying to say that his cousin was not inside during the explosion."  The Herald turned to the uncle, "Dirk is your name correct?  Your son, Bram, went fishing and is down at the river."  The complete relief that washed over Dirk's face was enough to Randy.  Never had he been so grateful for the Herald's Gift of Mindspeech.  He collapsed with the sound of the Companion Gryphon taking flight to locate Bram.  The last thing he remembered was the herbalist, Diana, easing her arms under him and lifting him up while thanking the Herald.  "Herald Sopheria, thank you.  And thank your Companion when he returns too.  You saved Dirk's life."

Red Skies - Introduction of Saber

The sounds of early morning merchants hummed outside the windows of a manor house.  Nestled in a quiet part of the capital, Gryphon Heights, where each neighborhood had it's own well to do houses served by their local bakery and other such shops, it was a pleasant place for Saber to learn and grow.  Quieter than the other girls her age, Saber preferred to to spend time in the family library studying history and art.

A knock at the library window caught her attention.  Reluctantly placing her book down, she gracefully stood from the sofa and went to the large window.  Despite the sun shining through, it was with depressed thoughts that she opened the lower pane.  Her friend from next door sat on the ledge, having scampered from the large tree near the fence to their ornate building architecture.

"Morning Saber!" Misty climbed in and settled cross-legged on the floor beneath the window.  Saber took a prim step back and soberly looked away.  "Ah don't be like that.  I'm sure boarding school will be fascinating with more books than you can imagine."  Seeing her enthusiasm was not catching, Misty tried another tactic.  "You get to travel.  Maybe see some of the places you read about."

Saber sighed and sank to the floor.  Her lady-like posture changing to resemble that of the middle-class girl nestled against the wall.  "I know Misty, but why am I going?"  With a frustrated sigh she continued, "I'm not gifted and have displayed no signs of any of the Gifts.  I'm not born with the ability to use Mana so I can't be a mage and their magic artes.  I have no love for the wild powers of nature and their contracts.  So why am I being sent away now?"

The clanging out on the street of a stage coach passing interrupted her questions.  It only reminded her that her own carriage was being prepared for her departure within the hour.  Misty looked up at Saber and grinned, "You might not have a Gift that could allow you to become a Herald.  You might not possess magical abilities.  The power to summon rain or beast in exchange for who knows what is outside your adventureless spirit.  But listen my friend," Misty reached out and touched Saber's cheek, "You have a strong will power.  You never give up and always find a way to do what you know is right.  That is why we are friends even though your family is well to do and I am from the working class.  You fought for me to be your friend.  So pay close attention to your new school.  What makes it unique.  What values and talents those living there hold in higher praise than here.  And maybe you will find your answer."

The sound of footsteps approaching the library sent Misty through the window like a shadow of a hawk passing by.  Saber stood quickly and assumed an expressionless face.  As the door opened, her house butler took in the sight of the stately figure and serene expression.  Always graceful and perfect as a lady should be, yet it was displayed by the body of a 7 year old girl.  Bowing, Berian announced, "Your carriage is ready.  Please say your goodbyes and make way to the courtyard."  He watched her nod, the innocent replacement of a book from the nearby sofa, and her delicate steps out.  As she disappeared, Berian turned and looked at the open window.  He would bet anything it was open for more than fresh air.  Walking to it, he hesitated before closing it to mutter, "Thank you for your kindness to the lady."  Then he closed it gently and resumed his tasks for the morning.