“Take your Sword Bearer Battalion and your Royal Guard, and march towards Deadwood,” Elder Peace said. “You will inform them personally of your surrender, and they will rey the information to the other towns and cities. Return by the end of the week, or we will mar your capital.”

  The King, fused, nodded his head and marched towards Deadwood, with his Sword Bearer Battalion, King’s Sword, and his Royal Guards. He watched as a group of ten Iyrmen followed, each keeping roughly a hundred paces away from them.

  “We still out hem three to one,” a Major said.

  “Did you see what they did treatest warriors?”

  “Do you truly believe all their men are as strong as those?”

  “Their stro weren’t even part of the duels.”

  “Do you really think they were the stro? It was just a show.”

  “What about the Iyrman and the big bird?”

  The various leaders turo look at the huge bird, which was currently being admired by several Iyrmen, who had only heard of the creature through stories.

  “Looks delicious,” one of the Majors said.

  “Delicious,” another replied.

  Elder Wrath and Elder Peace called the Iyrmen together. Elder Peace threw a go Elder Wrath, and then bowed his head. “I will leave the soldiers to you.”

  Elder Wrath couldn’t help but crack a smile as he approached the soldiers. “I see you’re all still eager,” Elder Wrath said.

  The Majors straightehough General William stepped forward, taking the lead. “We hadn’t expected to surrender so quickly, without much bloodshed.”

  “We didn’t expect such cowardice either, but your King wasn’t as foolish as we thought,” Elder Wrath said, his tongue loose.

  “You should be more respectful of the King,” General William said. “He affords you such respect.”

  “I’m sure you see and hear respect from the words of your King, and see and hear disrespect from we of the Iyr, doing so as you please.” Elder Wrath gnced all along the Majors, seeing how eager they were for a fight, and the soldiers in a mixture of terror aement, though many more were terrified thaed. “Should I ask for respect from our prisoners, or should we begin our justice?”

  General William stared at Elder Wrath, noting how the Iyrmen had readied themselves, having formed ranks. They hadn’t been asked to surreheir ons, the soldiers each holding onto their spears and shields, and they had just begun to set up a camp nearby, uhe watchful gaze of a few Iyrmen.

  “Now, now,” General William said, his eyes gng between Elder Pead Elder Wrath. “What is the meaning of this?”

  “Our culling is to begin,” Elder Wrath said. “Sihe Majors are so eager, should we begin?”

  General William didn’t reach for his bde, trying to find the words to try and calm the Iyrmen.

  “To arms!” a Major excimed, and the soldiers each quickly formed ranks.

  “We shouldn’t do this,” General William said, still staring at the Elder, who stood only fifty paces away.

  The Iyrmen roared, charging forward as they drew their ons. The front line, several hundred men strong, crashed up against the soldiers of the Kingdom.

  The King was blissfully unaware of the sughter behind him. He marched his soldiers to Deadwood, to see a hundred soldiers on its walls, and six trees, eated roughly twenty paces from the wall, and were almost as tall.

  The Deadwood defenders blew a horn as a Major stepped up to see the King approach with his hundreds of soldiers.

  “Our King has arrived!” shouted the Major. “Opees! Quickly!”

  “Opees!” came the firmation.

  “Yrace, be careful, the Iyrmeill around!”

  “It’s alright, Major,” called the King. He threw a nod towards the Iyrmen nearby who had trailed them the entire way over the st three days. “We have surreo the Iyrmen.”

  The Major narrowed his eyes at the King, but seeing the King’s Sword at his side, the Major merely bowed his head.

  “Would the good Lady be willing to put up with us for the night?” the King asked.

  “She’s dead, yrace,” the Major said.

  “Dead?” King Solomon stared up at him.

  “She was assassinated a week ago.”

  The King swallowed.

  It hadn’t taken long for Lord Deadwood to ihe King inside, expining the situation to one ahe King hadn’t expected the Iyrmen to be capable of assassinating the Lady, not sidering the defences of the town.

  “I will ask that the various Priests be willing to send word to the capital,” the King said, rubbing his head.

  “What message should we send?”

  “We should inform them of our unditional surrender.”

  The King marched his army back to the pins, their steps heavy. Even the Sword Bearer Battalion had been affected by the soul crushienown as the Iyrmen. What they saw was a most gruesome sight.

  A rge mound had beeed, and there were still a few hundred bodies whieeded to be buried. The thousands of soldiers he had left behind were o be seen, save the few hundred dead. There were a few dozen small mounds which had beeed since his departure, and another few which were made of the soldier’s equipment.

  The Rukh remained nearby, swallowing a few of the bodies whole.

  “What is the meaning of this?” the King called, marg his way to Elder Pead Elder Wrath, who were currently sitting and drinking tea with the two cloaked figures.

  “The culling has begun,” Elder Peace said, simply, sipping at his tea.

  ‘The culling?’ King Solomon shuddered at the word. He had surrendered unditionally, but he hadn’t expected a mass execution.

  “It is a shame they ran midway through the battle,” Elder Wrath said. “Many Iyrmeill hoping food fight.”

  “Is this some kind of game to you?” King Solomon asked.

  Elder Wrath almost grinned. “A game? Elder Peace, what do you think?”

  “Your Kingdom must pay the price of betrayal,” the Elder said. “You still have a debt to pay.”

  “If I had known you would have sughtered my men, I would have fought.” The King ched his fists, feeling Bcksword at his side call for him.

  “If you had fought, those at your side would not be here today.” Elder Peace motioned a hand to the Sword Bearer Battalion. “You are uned, with more than five hundred of your most loyal warriors at your side. Your surrender had allowed them to return to their families, but did you think of us as little mice?”

  Elder Wrath gnced all around them to see the soldiers, ea edge. “If you wish to denounce your surrender, I will send along most of the Iyrmeo your capital, and we may tinue our war.”

  Elder Peace had been rubbing the red bead for weeks now, even after the surrender. He khat the war had yet to end, for this was not a nd where the King’s word was w.

  “I told you he was lying,” an Iyrman from behind said, taking a dagger from another Iyrman. “They broke their word once already, why did you expey better?” He eaking in the Kingdom’s tongue, obviously meant for the King to hear.

  The King grit his teeth, but he bowed his head. “I surrendered unditionally, that has not ged.”

  “No, but you wish to posture as though you are a greater King that you are,” Elder Peace said. “You should know, it was your Majors who wished for a fight. Yeneral had beeant, but if we had allowed him to live, you would have thought we were willing to show mercy.”

  “Oh dear,” one of the cloaked figures said, standing up. They pulled back their hood and stared down at the King. “Solomon, didn’t I tell you to think about your as?”

  Solomon stared at the older man for a long moment, his eyes growing wide. “Grandfather?”

  King’s Sword bowed his head, staring at the older man. He had almost k, but a King’s Sword only ko one man.

  “I see you’re both doing well.” Garld pat his grandson on his shoulder. “I had thought you were doing so well, especially with the various wars. I had half a mind to gratute you whilst you were up north, but I thought against it.” His gentle, warm smile faded slightly. “I thought I told you about the Iyr?”

  “The greatest key to the Kingdom is that of the Iyr,” Solomon said, repeating what his grandfather had told him when he was a boy. “I only regret the matter now.”

  “Ohe debt has been paid, we may iate a reaty, but it will be done in good faith.” Garld sighed. He could see his son in Solomon. Solomon had been a much greater King than his father, save for the singur mistake which had caused the Kingdom’s fracture.

  Solomon bowed his head, ashamed. He hadn’t expected his grandfather to be alive, but the meeting was marred by the shame he had caused. He never wanted his grandfather to see him like this.

  “You’ve doo keep him safe,” Garld said to King’s Sword.

  “It is my honour,” the man said, bowing his head. He hadn’t expected to meet the great King of Bckwater, Garld the Wise. His decisions had allowed his family to take and of the entire region, hundreds of miles in every dire, feions to e.

  Garld went around to speak with the Sword Bearer Battalion, speaking to them about their families. The etalion was made of the children of the various nobles, mostly from tral Aldnd, but quite a few were from North Aldnd too.

  “Has the message bee?” Elder Peace asked.

  “It has,” King Solomon replied, defeated.

  The Iyrmen also sent word to their various panies, leaving a single pany behind to remain around the towns and cities, and the rest split into two. Half of them would return to the Iyr, and the other half would pretend to return to the Iyr.

  Ihan a month, the Kingdom had been torn apart.

  The Iyrmen, with the King’s army, marched towards the capital. It had been a grueling jouraking no more than a week, but they could see the huge walls of the capital.

  There were hundreds of men on the walls, all ready with bows. There were no more than a hundred, as many of the young men, and a few of the women, had joihe army.

  Gantalia gnced about, sniffing the air. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head slightly as he went deep into thought. “Hmmm.”

  “Your King has returned,” Solomon decred. “Opees!” He rode towards the gates, with a few of his Royal Guard.

  “Do not believe iricks,” Whiteheart said, staring down at the approag army. “It is an illusion.”

  “Treason, Whiteheart?” King Solomon asked.

  “Treason? I won’t fall for the ploy of the savages,” Whiteheart decred.

  King Solomon stared up at Whiteheart, but there was a small knot building within his gut. ‘Where are they?’

  “The King must be dead!” Whiteheart decred, throwing out his hand. “There is no way he’d surrender so easily to the savages! Kill the imposter!”

  A few of Whitehearts men pulled their bs, knowing the lies of their master, but they were going to follow his building so their families would live fortably for the one hundred years.

  “Jaeryael!” Solomon excimed as his soldiers pulled back, raising their shields to protect the King.

  A few arrows mao slip through, the wall, as the arrows had e from every angle, but Elder Pead Elder Wrath caught aroyed them with ease, appearing from nowhere.

  “The Kingdom has yet to deal with its internal issues,” Elder Peace said.

  “If it remains unstable, won’t the Iyr be threatened again?” Elder Wrath asked.

  “My thoughts exactly.” Elder Peace stepped away with Elder Wrath, as the King and his warriors pulled babsp;

  A roar echoed through the capital as emerging from Bckwater Lake, came a long, magnifit creature. It flew overhead, its golden scales glittering uhe evening sun, as it flew all across the capital and towards the army outside the walls.

  The dragon was long and thin, like serpent, though none would dare call such a magnifit creature a serpent. As it dropped from the skies, it shifted into the form of a beautiful woman, with tan skin, long golden hair, and bright gold eyes. She was ed in the fi white and gold, as all expected, and wielded a bde at her side, one which would make even the Bcksword seem like a toy in parison. It was long and made of diamond, with thousands of tiny ruched within it, made by a dwarf whose name was all but fotten.

  “Boy, what is it?” She yawned, before noting the Iyrmen all around. She blinked away her sleepiness. “Iyrmen?”

  “We have surreo the Iyrmen,” King Solomon expirying to e the situation.

  “So they don’t threaten the capital?” Jaeryael asked.

  “The capital is taken by rebels.”

  She dropped her torso backwards, like a snake, and looked at the walls. “Oh, I see. Shall I ask them to surrender, politely?”

  “Jaeryael?” Gantalia asked. “What are you doing here?”

  “Oh? Gantalia?” She snapped back to attention. “I knew I smelled someone familiar. I joined with the Kingdom, oh, a half tury ago?” She could smell another familiar being.

  “Jaeryael,” Garld said, waving a hand. “As beautiful as ever I see.”

  “Who is this handsome man? It couldn’t possibly be that little boy all grown up?” Jaeryal smiled tarld, stepping towards him to grab at his , leaning in to admire his wizened fabsp;

  King Solomon watched as the pair ons and his grandfather chatted away casually. ‘What is going on?’

  The Iyrmen stared at the golden dragon, eager for a fight, but they could see Elder Wrath and Elder Peace ready to beat them if they started any trouble.

  Razfan stepped forward and brought out a dragon chess set to py with Garld ohe old man was doalking with the dragon, but a few more sets were brought out by the dragons so they could py together.

  “I always expected to fight the Iyrmen, but to think I’d fight alongside them,” Jaeryael said, moving a piece. “Shall we rain down our breaths upon the capital?”

  “They’re still in high moods,” Elder Wrath said. “Let us set up camp and talk.”

  They set up camp not a mile away, with Elder Wrath sending a message to the other Iyrmen who had retreated from the various nds. Those who had retreated to Westhall, where the Iyrmen had created a small fortress to keep an eye o Fort, read the message. The Iyrmen there noted West Fort had sent a small army, which marched towards the capital.

  “What are we to do?” The King asked, standing within the rge tent the Iyrmen had created, King’s Sword at his side. He was missing General William, who had been killed by the Iyrmen before him.

  “We will return your capital to you,” Elder Wrath said. “Your debt seems to be increasing, King Solomon.”

  The King sighed, thinking what an unfortunate series of events had passed. “It was Whiteheart who petitioned for the Iyrman’s death.”

  “It was your mistake in not being able to dutifully keep him in check,” Elder Peace replied back, simply.

  “Politi the Iyr are different than the politics of the Kingdom,” the King said.

  “Your Kingdom will forever remain fractured,” the Iyrman replied. “Though it does not matter, for the Iyr is willing to increase your debt.”

  King Solomon sighed. He’d be uo take back his capital with just his King’s Sword and the Sword Bearer Battalion, but with the Iyrmen, it would be easy. Yet, they did not attaot yet.

  It didn’t take long until good news arrived for Master Whiteheart.

  Lord Whiteheart had travelled with his White Knights, leading a force of a thousand fresh warriors towards the capital. They would be arriving within two weeks, and would fnk the Iyrmen from behind, or force them away so that Lord Whiteheart could take the throne.

  The other various Hearts had also sent for their own armies to mar the capital, where it would be bathed in blood, all for one of the various Hearts.

  The Iyrmen and the various soldiers had taken to a nearby vilge, which was straining the resources of the various vilges. Iably, there would be those who would try to sell out the armies, but the Iyrmen had shut down the vilge, not allowing ao enter or leave.

  They had cut down a rge number of trees and had made a wall around the vilge, a rge pit had been dug all around the vilge, in case they were going to be assaulted.

  A week passed by, and the scouts had reported the as of the Iyrmen and the other Hearts to to each Heart. Assassins had beeo each Heart and the Royal Family, but none had succeeded, as none of the assassins had returned alive.

  It had been a week since Whiteheart had heard that the Lord was on his way, but he received a new message from one of his men.

  “Dead?” Master Whiteheart said, staring at the man. “How?”

  “The Iyrmen assaulted the army with a small army and…”

  “And what?”

  “Twons, and a very rge bird.”

  “Twons and a rge bird?” He blinked. “Where did the Iyrmewons?” He thought about the golden dragon he had seen, but they also had another?

  “I don’t know, my Lord, but there was a silver dragon, a blue dragon, and a bck bird.”

  “What kind of nonsense are you spouting? A blue dragon and a silver dragon?” Master Whiteheart excimed, smming his hand oable. Lord Whiteheart was meant to e here to bee King, and give him the role of Lord of West Fort. He didn’t wish to be King, for the West Fort was easy living for the most part, and came with enough power. “Who else knows?”

  “No one, my Lor-uck!” The messenger choked on his blood, a bde pushing through his throat.

  “Good,” he said, letting the messenger drop. He would o wait and figure out a way to gain an ally from one of the other Hearts, or perhaps multiple Hearts. As long as he could bee Lord of West Fort, he did not care.

  The three dragourned back to the vilge, though the rge bck bird had remained with the supp forces which were marg towards the capital.

  “Have yht them?” Elder Peace asked, staring at the dragons.

  “Such brutish methods,” Jaeryael said, shaking her head at the Iyrman.

  “You were the one who wao burire capital to the ground,” Gantalia said.

  “Not the entire capital, just where the rebels were.”

  Elder Peace checked for the requested items, and ohe King firmed them, the Iyrmen marched towards the capital, a force of ohousand Iyrmen, and a little over five hundred from the King.

  As they arrived, Elder Peace stepped forward. “We e bearing gifts,” the Iyrman said. “Bring forth your masters.”

  Ohe three Hearts appeared, they he ck of the Queen and Master Bckheart.

  Elder Peace was handed a spear, and he pced a head upon it. He repeated this until he revealed the heads of Lord Whiteheart, Lady Redheart, and Lord Blueheart to the Masters, who remained safe behind their walls.

  “They had led an army to the capital, but I’m sure you’ve heard what has bee of the armies,” Elder Peace said. The three had led an army of a thousand soldiers, each who tried to ride up towards the capital to cim it. Lady Redheart hadn’t specifically aimed for the capital, but her end goal was to take it, and so she had been dispatched too.

  “It… it must be an illusion!” Master Redheart said, shocked, seeing her sister’s head on the end of a spear.

  The army from the south would have e from South Fort, no doubt, which was so far away from the Iyr, almost as far as the capital, but they would have had to move through so many hills and the forest nearby.

  The army at East Fort should have arrived a short while ago, a, how had they been killed? How did the Iyrmen move so swiftly?

  The heads were left in front of the capital, and the various Hearts within panicked. Soon came the army from North Fort, led by Lady Bckheart, who had been the only Lady to be left in peaarch to the capital in order to assist her cousin.

  “I didn’t believe it, even from the words of Mistress Dragon,” Lady Bckheart said. “The Iyrmen, who my army was so eager to meet in bat, had joined with the King to retake the capital.”

  With near four thousand soldiers around the capital, with the support of three dragons, Jaeryael, Gantalia, and Rogryaen, and the Rukh, the soldiers within surrendered.

  The King marched his soldiers in to arrest the Masters who had spired against him.

  As the King approached the royal pace, wishing to find his family, a roar pierced the air, and a bck sword was caught by Elder Peace, who pinned Shakrat down.

  The orcish Iyrman shook violently with rage, foaming at he mouth, his eyes rolled bato his skull. He was red, his veins throbbing, and was struggling against the Great Elder’s finger.

  King’s Sword drew his sword, and Elder Wrath reached for his greatsword, though did not pull it out yet.

  “What is the meaning of this, Iyrman?” King’s Swrowled.

  “You should sheath your bde, King’s Sword, for your life is not guaranteed.”

  Shakrat was like a mindless beast, fighting up against the Peace Elder, who then shoved a finger deep against the boy’s back, keeping him still and frozen.

  “I ot have you threaten our King.”

  “Your King only lives because we guara,” Elder Wrath said. “You are still our captives.”

  King’s Sword remained, sword drawn.

  “Why did your man attack me?” Solomon asked, staring at Elder Wrath.

  Elder Wrath raised a brow, before pointing towards the pace. There, where torches once y, were two rotting heads. One of an orcish Iyrman, and another, his bride.

  The King swallowed, bowing his head. He pced a hand on King’s Sword’s arm, having him sheath his sword.

  The King quickly made way to the secret chambers to try and find his family, leaving the Iyrmen to deal with the bodies and heads of the deceased Iyrmen. He found no one in the secret chambers. Panic filled the King as he checked the other areas, followed by King’s Sword, before returning to find the Masters.

  “Where are they?” the King gred at them.

  “Where are who?” Master Redheart asked.

  “The Queen, the Prince, and my grandchildren. Where are they?”

  “We haven’t seen them in some time,” she admitted.

  “What did you do to them?” The King growled, uo tain his rage. “Do not think any of your family will be safe after ying a hand on my family!”

  “Well said,” an Iyrman said, having appeared from nowhere.

  The King turo face the Iyrman, but King’s Sword had already drawn his bde.

  “Your family is safe,” the Iyrman said. “They will be returo you soon.”

  “What?” Solomon stared at the Iyrman, who he didn’t reise. “You have them?”

  “Your family was abducted within the first few days, and have bee safe. The one you call Master Bckheart was escorted to safety as well, for I heard he is your cousin.”

  “You’ve held them this eime?” Solomon asked.

  “Yrandfather has asked for their lives to be guaranteed, and we of the Iyr have promised such,” the Iyrman said, simply.

  “You didn’t tell me?” Solomon stared at the Iyrmen, filled with disbelief.

  The Iyrman smiled. “The fusion only helped destabilise the situation.”

  The King stared at the Iyrman, who remaianding there, ign the threatening King’s Sword. Could he have sent King’s Sword to save them? Could he have sent ao save them?

  ‘These Iyrmeerrifying.’

  “Now that you have your thro is time,” the Iyrman said, leading the King and King’s Sword back to the throne room. He had surprising uanding about the pace’s yout.

  The King sat down upon his throne, surrounded by various nobles, who would bear witness. Elder Peace stepped forward, holding out a sheet of paper, which the King would o speak into w. This was the first time the King had read it.

  “I, King Solomon of Bckwater, take full responsibility for breag the treaty signed by my family and the Iyrmen. I also accept the responsibility fo the ensuing war, and the costs associated, including the price for the Iyr’s help i the Bckwater Monarchy. As pensation for the war, the Iyr will be ceded territory from the Forest of the Iyr up to Five Bends. The Iyr will also be given pensation in the form of ten thousand gold a year for one hundred years, and the famed bde of Kal Bkvatr, the Drakkehose who rebelled against the , Blueheart and Redheart, will step down from their positions.” The King stared at the paper for a long while, seeing the st few requests.

  Elder Peaodded his head.

  “For the price of breag the treaty, all those reted to Whiteheart, and all the citizens of West Fort, will be hao the Iyr. The Iyr will be give Fort for a period of ten years.” The King fell silent for a long while, before he looked to Garld, who sighed, and nodded his head. “Minor Prince Gerald, and Minor Princess Ahe, will be hao the Iyr.”

  The annou was sent throughout the Kingdom, Priests sending word to all the other towns and cities.

  “They won’t accept this,” King Solomon said.

  “We have sidered the aftermath, which has been included within the debt,” Elder Peace said. “You must expin to the Prince about the matter of Minor Prind Minor Princess.”

  “Do you swear you will not harm them, Elder Peace?” King Solomon asked. “If I hear you’ve hurt them, I don’t care about the price to be paid, but I will mar the Iyr.”

  Elder Peace looked to Garld. “They will grow up in the Iyr, as Iyrmen. They will be raised the same as any other Iyrman, and that includes the rights and responsibilities of the Iyr which will be formed on their bodies and mind.”

  The King bowed his head, rubbing his forehead. Losing so much gold would hurt, but it wasn’t anything that would destroy his entire Kingdom, but to lose his grandchildren, it was a matter he would be uo expin to his son.

  “We will get to work,” Elder Peace said, turning to Elder Wrath and nodding his head.

  “Work?” the King asked, w what the Iyrmen were plotting.

  “We will take West Fort at once,” Elder Wrath said. “We will take our pensation.”

  Shakrat was bei aside, restrained by bundles of rope and cloth. They had made sure his head rotected as he was bound.

  Elder Peace made sure to gather the bodies of both Akrat and Timothy, pg them within coffins, before he and hundreds of Iyrmeurned back to the Iyr.

  Elder Wrath took the remaining soldiers to West Fort, leaving behind a pany of Iyrmen to make sure the Kio his word. He had lost all trust from the Iyrmen, and so they would keep him close. They were also tasked with proteg the Iyr, as the rumours of the Iyrmen’s prowess seemed farfetched, even if they were ing from the Sword Bearer Battalion.

  “Darling,” the Queen said, finally returning to her husband.

  “My Queen,” Solomon said, embrag her tight.

  Jarot went off to get some food from nearby, partaking in the celebratory feast, which was to lift the mood of the capital in order to prepare for war. ‘He didn’t even wait for me,’ Jarot thought, thinking about how Elder Wrath had goo West Fort. ‘Should I take Big Crow?’

  A week passed, and news came to the King.

  West Fort had fallen.

  The dragons and the Iyrmen had made quick work of the fort, apparently by assassinating the family of the Whitehearts in the night, before they assaulted ie hours of the night. A big bck bird was seen dragging away all kinds of people, before it feasted on the dead.

  South Fort had heard the news, and had instantly send word of their iion to follow the King’s decree. The Redhearts, who didn’t live within South Fort, surreheir position within their city, and were exiled from the nd.

  The Bluehearts refused to obey, and had their armies ready for the war. They had sent word to the nearby Kingdoms on their ships, but by the time they returned, East Fort had been taken. The meraries who had been hired tried to fight to take back the city, but were quickly put down, and they surrehe returning troops had learnt of the situation. The Bluehearts had been assassinated within their homes within a week of the Iyrmen’s appearaside the city.

  The Iyr had gained a thousand children from the war, and thousands of sves. They were brought back to the Iyr. When the Void Month came, the blood of the sves spilled in the darkness of the Iyr, all unbeknownst to almost all Iyrmen.

  “Baktu, Baktu, Baktu,” came the ts from deep within the Wild Iyr, where the thousands of sves were

  Shakrat finally came scious from his ragefever, and the ten Iyrmen tasked with looking after him for the months he had been taken, spoke the tales.

  He watched as two of the children pyed.

  Arykan, a boy who was beginning to show a resembo that man already, and Salgek, who shared the same blood, but was being raised in anroup.

  “What are you thinking?” Kasomin asked, rubbing the stump of his leg knee.

  “My brother and sister refused to e home,” Shakrat said.

  “No,” Kasomin said, “but your nephew did. Will you not see him?”

  “I ’t bear to face him,” Shakrat replied, his voice dull.

  “You’ve washed away the shame, Shakrat. At least let him see your face, the face of he who had regaihe honour of his father.”

  Shakrat remained silent for a long while, and Kasomi him to his thoughts.

  “I’m leaving,” Shakrat said, finally.

  “Where to?”

  “To the north,” Shakrat replied, staring at the children still. “I want to see the north that he saw. I want to see them, the people he saved. They must know the tale.”

  Kasomin nodded his head. “I would like to see it too, the north which had been saved by your brother.”

  The pair of Iyrmehe Iyr, o step foot in their home again.

  Ohe Bckwater Crisis had ended, King Solomon made his way through the nd for the year, establishing his rule in each town and city, surrounded by a hundred Iyrmen and a hundred of his Royal Guard, which had been formed from the disbanded Sword Bearer Battalion.

  The Iyr assisted in pig the new rulers of each region, and with the rule firmly established, they returned home, with no Iyrman stepping foot within the Kingdom for the fifty years.

  It was Chief Tamin and Elder Peace, who was onamed Arykan, who would create the reaty with King Solomonson, only ohe giants had e to threaten the Kingdom again. They joined forces with those called the Bck Rats, a group formed of humans, orcs, and drakken, who fought with great savagery, to push back the giants.

  But that is a story for aime.

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  A story I will never write because no one likes the side stories!

  It's finally dohat took so long!

  Did I tell you guys it was meant to be three chapters, roughly ten thousand words total?

  This side story ended up being 46,499 words.

  A little more than 10,000...

  The eory is 171K words.

  So it's roughly, what, a quarter of the current story?

  I really enjoyed writing it though, holy. I know that a lot of readers didn't like to read it, but I hope it revealed a lot about the Kingdom and the Iyr to you all.

  The st bit glossed over a bunch of stuff, but that's all for you guys to theorise.