The time shall rise

for heroes to dawn

time shall stay

for them to rule

but shall justice be lost,

with inheritance to come

so shall come

new heroes of dawn.”

PROLOGUE:

An arrow hit the black monster changing shapes. It couldn’t be understood whether it was an orc, goblin, hobgoblin or an imp. The beings from the other realm were formless and had absorbed the forms of the most vicious beings from the memory of the fighter in front. An elf arrowcast and a human high ranking warrior were amidst the circle of these monsters changing forms. The two fighters were killing each monster which was regaining their lives. The weapons of this realm was useless as it seemed though was the best in that time.

“Never thought I would be helped by an elf in my life”

“Ha, you are alive because of me.”

An arrow again shot from the elfish bow the best handicraft ever.

“Correction we are alive because each of us. We had fought side by side before also, though it was me who led it. They must not have understood that a covenant was formed between all the beings of the realm separating them”

“Must be some wizard’s game, wanting to rise forth to the top of the cycle of life of this realm by causing peril among different territories, have you brought your clock drive”

“Nay, if this was an attack of any wizard, then Marmok would be here by now.”

“You have helped me many a times, but why did you come to this territory. This place is not meant for the humans. Who is Marmok, I have not seen him during the war of great peril when we worked together towards peace”

“I know too that it is not an elf territory “

The warrior gave a smash in the air with his sword, a flash of energy erupted from his sword sending the monsters away or so seen formed ones. All the beings they were fighting had been dissuaded from their form and were being reformed. The elf concentrated her whole energy in the arrow and blasted it at the group of unseen black fog, detected only by beings of power. Everything was clean around them, the air seemed less dense at the right proposition for them to breathe. The human gave a sigh of relief.

But a ray of light came out from the air from another dimension, all of the sudden the black mist had been reformed which then began to take forms. One of them, or more likely to say a part of them took the form of a drow and shot an arrow at the warrior’s chest. The warrior was able to lock away all the arrows and shot with his sword but he accepted it with relief not reacting towards it with a gleam in his eyes. The warrior fell on to the ground with a thud, the elf knew the warrior much to know he’d live but being her old acquaintance was raged. The fury overtook her and so did fright, her body was paralyzed due to thoughts case the man who fell in front of her was one among the most provisioned in the art of fighting. The whole of the area where monsters were surrounding them flooded with light, the fallen warrior and the elf arrowcast were magically taken out of the circle formed by the beings surrounding them. Many unheard shrieks and sounds were heard and the elf being a well trained in the art of controlling herself was able to withstand it though her gem had not formed in front of her. The light started lifting away, the forms dissuaded into nothingness, the dark mist dissolved into itself.

Them was a man seen standing there in the place previously occupied by the two fighters were fighting those beings. Though the surrounding had returned to normal light his face was bright like the sun, his body radiated its own light, his hair golden, flowed like river. He carried no weapon because he himself was a weapon. “The Dimensioner”!

The arrowcast, the only elven arrowcast of the realm who had seen him bowed with respect. So did the only weapon master, the warrior did a sign of honorary pose by lifting his sword, he submitted himself to the sword, the sword provided the warrior the strength to stand which it had absorbed from the beings he had fought who had been killed. Both of his hands wielded the sword, the hilt touching his chest, the sharp end his hairs which was done by keeping his body backwards, then he made a circular round with the sword’s hilt and when it touched the original position as before he gave a cut with it which none of the person alive could do, which was done as a sign of resignation towards the power of something high.

The warrior named Raddak was nearly at the face of death, his power fallen he began to fall on to the ground once more. The Dimensioner lifted his hands then pointing to the ground, a bed so soft burst out of nowhere, where then the fallen warrior Raddak lay. The Dimensioner began,

“The last time I say you, you were quite younger, seventeen maybe, now you seem to be of at least forty four. Seems like time flow past you little quickly but your prowess in battle is not even a little bit reduced. And you Colson, the fastest arch women in the elfian lands, still the young one in mind, beautiful, after all, all the elves live for nearly seven centuries.”

“Nice to see you The Dimensioner” said Colson.

“You are the same as I met you before Dimensioner, always the sparkling eyes” said Raddak, “and about the elf, I don’t know a bit of what she means.”

“those were spectral beings, stay the way you are, it will take me a minute to fix your body, the hit arrow is itself a part of the spectral being you have fought, it was a good hit” said the Dimensioner and was going to take the magic dust of life for the beings who endure darkness, but suddenly Raddak taking the sword and handed in orderly fashion to the dimensioner saying,” I don’t want to be healed, even though you have given me many a chances to live, considering the matter we discussed before this might be the best way of exiting this world and hence a good cover, I just want to die like a warrior in the battle ground trying to protect my kin, like the glorified ancestors, hence also a relief from my position and also to the new Warren Warrymn.”

Colson said” did you also discuss the matter that you discussed with me with him also”

“Colson, different people have different destiny, hence different choices are offered to them. That was a spectral demenoic that hit you, you may not feel any pain but you will die.”

“Take my corpse to my people, as the way you wished when you gave me the position of Warren Warrymn, hand this sword to my only child, let him grow in himself, this is the sword made by yourself, bind this to him make the warriors bind, the poor child is motherless, but let him be not with the nobles lest they destroy his mind, hide his sword in hidden form, let him be the one you take care of, please care of him, care….”

And the breath left Raddak’s body, his face showed peace, he being the

cause of his own death. Colson not being like the other elves, one among the few gemnets who had worked for the unification of the kingdom and its different races, being indifferent to the human, liked him as a friend having fought side by side spoke

“I wish if he had decided to lie, but he had his own decisions, but I thought only I had your handmade arty-crafty”

“As a dimensioner I have to care of all the races. Different choices are given to different beings, all the choices to repeat among themselves, as for the sword and the arty-craft given once they are binded means the weapon dies with the wielder”

“Do you even care for these spectral abyssal creatures?”

“Even all the good creatures among them, don’t worry Colson, life is a journey, the first of its kind, not a race, death is just another journey to a well organized mind, I was planning for taking the shape of a tradesman but it would seems better that you take him to the King, “

“I will take him to the human settlement with all due respect, he will be paid all homage according to the ranks of realm, hope you does what he wanted.”

“And hope you will be there to guide the child when I want you to”.

A horse appeared, a black steed with a golden mane, a temporary gift from the Dimensioner, her bow and string for herself, she being one among few who could control elfian gems, went with the corpse as directed.

The dimensioner went away travelling through the dimensions where he has destined himself to be having made many choices, the dimensioner went as he wanted thinking of his past, “whatever he decided he wanted, a gloryful death, and a good successor, it is for him to decide his life, for me to guide him.”