The Foreigner Chapter one Part One: Beginning of the End

• Posted by Dale Garrett July 26, 2012 - 782 views

      I don't know where this story will go, or who will read it.  Whoever holds this in their hands holds the most precious artifact in both Drellian and Nordic history.  This is the story of Bluejay.  This story holds tales of one long forgotten land, and one tale beyond imaginable.  

       It all starts in the land of Drellia.  A forgotten land that is a strictly kept secret.  Emperor Tylish has been assassinated.  The three Shiu's Wylong, Bygine, and Rectunite are at war.  Whatever Shiu wins this war elects the Emperor, and rules Drellia for ages to come.  In the small peasant town of Gylish, in the Higine of Wylong a small unremarkable baby is born.  He is named Bluejay.  This small unremarkable child will change the course of both Drellia and Tamriel.  

      Ten years later they discover something that marks him for death.  A symbol appears on his chest as he sleeps, the symbol of Deacag, the symbol of Death.  Legend has it that the next man the gets that symbol will have powers more powerful than the Kings of each three Shiu's put together.  Bluejay's family, his pack keeps this a hidden secret, vowing to teach him the ways of the sword.  

      In a short five years he is a master of the Way of the Sword.  His pack tells him the legend of the First Emperor Shyling.  The first man to have the symbol of Deacag.  They tell Bluejay how long ago Shyling was hunted down, marked for death.  How he raised an army of Highlanders who were more skilled than any army in Drellia.  Shyling seized control the the King Shiu Wylong.  The shiu's of Bygine and Rectunite forged their own country of Byzageng, and massed an army so large that even the men on the edge of Wylong could hear them march as if they were right outside their home.  Shyling led his army of highlanders against the largest army ever recorded, and only lost a fourth of his army.  He routed them to Bylantine the capital of Bzageng.  There he stood his army outside their capital for fifteen days, and fifteen nights.

      In an order of the old, Shyling challenged Ling the king of Bzageng to a duel to the death.  That night he forged the most beautiful blade ever made.  With a blade black as night, and a hilt blue as the sea.  The sword of Gods.  The next day Noel and Shyling dueled.  The duel of opposites.  Shyling the good, Noel the bad.  They dueled for three hours.  By the end of the three hours two stood, both were alive.  Shyling then collapsed to the ground.  Noel walked over to that body reaching for the most beautiful blade he ever saw.  That was the last thing he ever saw.  Shyling slashed at his head with such speed, it looked like Noel's head just rolled off on it's own.  

     With Noel dead, and Shyling standing the Bluejay opened his shirt and put his hand of the symbol of death.  "This is it isn't it?" said Bluejay "This is the symbol that Shyling had."  All his pact could do was nod.  "You bluejay" they said in unision "You are meant to be emperor."