《Tales of the Legendary Scholar》


 The Challenge

    Roars of sheer excitement reverberated from the castle''s training ground, but the people were engaged in something did not resemble training at all.


    No one held a wooden sword or lance or in a stance for one on one combat.


    However, the whole area was jammed with knights, soldiers, squires, and menservants.


    It was an odd but intriguing sight.


    Soldiers tried balancing themselves on a wooden fence surrounding the ground. Some made their way up on the stable''s roof just to get a clearer view. A few climbed on trees.


    The kitchen staff watched through the windows on the mess hall''s second floor. No one would want to miss this once in a lifetime event.


    The king, in the middle of the kingdom''s court assembly, heard the commotion and went out to a terrace directly above the training ground. Along with the noble statesmen, he looked down with the best view of the ongoing spectacle down below.


    The spectators were huddled around two twelve-year-old boys, standing across each other.


    The one at the right was dressed far richer and well-adorned than the kingdom''s noblemen but was less regal than a king. His red tunic carried gold lacework and the fancy embroidery of a prince of Xaviel''s coat of arms. He was Prince Theodrech, one of the king''s grandsons.


    His deep blue eyes stared forthright at the other boy in front of him.


    Two male servants stood behind him, murmuring at each other.


    "What audacity? Who is this filthy peasant?" a servant with blond hair whispered to the servant beside him.


    "Shut your crap. The prince will hear you," the other one replied in a hushed tone.


    The prince heard them alright but disregarded their bickering. He was in deep thoughts.


    Days ago, before the Knights arrived, a messenger hawk flew in bringing the report of the Wrilon Village''s carnage. And Theodrech was present when the king read the report. So, he had first-hand knowledge of this boy''s identity. He was the only son of the Chief of Wrilon Village and the sole survivor.


    They expected the whole squadron to reach the capital two days later, but they arrived today.


    This could be called fate or not but they arrived when Theodrech was on his way to rest after a grueling training with his sword master.


    "What is the boy''s name?" asked the prince to a knight.


    "I don''t know him at all, Your Highness. How about I''ll let him introduce himself?" replied the knight. It was a rude reply but Theodrech saw the captain of the knights walked in and let him reprimand his man.


    "Maugier, mind your manners. You are talking to the prince," said the captain with a stern voice.


    Maugier eyed the captain and reluctantly bowed to the prince. "Sorry, Prince," said Maugier and slapped the boy''s back. "Hey! Bow down and answer the prince''s question. Introduce yourself to him properly," said Maugier with a slightly mocking tone.


    However, the boy only stared in silence. The boy''s mind was still processing the events. He newly arrived in his own nation''s capital city, which was so foreign to him compared to his village''s idyllic and nondiscriminatory atmosphere, after he had been forced to come. Now, he was facing a royal prince and told to bow.


    This drew out one of his late father''s teachings from the deepest recesses in his mind. "The blood of your great ancestors runs in your veins. Don''t easily bow down to anyone, or accept suppression by any being, not even from a monarch, unless you pledge your allegiance to him. Also, giving in to oppression is directly telling the oppressor that you''re easy prey and open for manipulation."


    He was uncertain on how to face this oppression right now. Would he bow or not? What would he do to uphold his father''s words while keeping his life safe?


    As for Theodrech, he never meant to force the boy to bow or speak knowing the tragedy the boy freshly experienced but Maugier insisted.


    Theodrech''s patience was at its limit. He was about to berate the knight but held his tongue when the boy opened his mouth and proposed the most ludicrous challenge he ever heard. This right-down triggered his curiosity.


    Theodrech gave the boy a once-over. Indeed, at present, the word filthy was the nearest description of his appearance. Perhaps, because of the dusty and almost non-stop journey. The boy was wearing soiled clothes, but if washed it was equal to a nobleman son''s outfit.


    He wondered why the escorting knights didn''t allow the boy a good rest or even let him take a bath and change his clothes.


    The king sent a clear instruction to treat the boy with the utmost care, as respect for the late village chief, one of the king''s loyal men.


    Theodrech stared at the boy''s face. It was a bit clean and might have been washed at the nearest stream before entering the city. It displayed his sun-tanned skin and dazzling brown eyes. Though it looked exhausted, with black eye bags, it was somewhat like it could see through him.


    This boy''s eyes stared at the prince with utter confidence. He stood with his back straight, unmoved by Theodrech''s presence.


    This amused the prince. It was the first he met a boy of the same age who was not intimidated by the air of authority he projected.


    "Repeat what you said," said Prince Theodrech with a commanding voice.


    "I said, I, Freidrech Goederf Gerboud, son of the late Village ChiefLouvel Gerboud of Wrilon, will challenge you, Your Highness, to a battle of riddles¡­ If you," the rest of his words trailed as the nosey servant near the prince interrupted him.


    "Who are you to challenge the prince? Know your place," the servant yelled in annoyance.


    The crowd had different opinions on the boy''s display of courage. Somehow, the most amusing thing was most were moved by the boy''s determination and thought the challenge was entertaining.


    One of those who thought so was the prince''s very own sword master, Sir Knight Averardus, the youngest Commanding General of the Royal Army and one of those who held the highest honor called the Griftein Knights.


    Theodrech heard a cough at his side and saw Averardus spoke. "I like your attitude, boy of Gerboud. You''re gutsy. Why are you not afraid of the prince?" Averardus said with a huge grin on his face as he winked at Freidrech.


    Their general¡¯s lead ignited the other knights and soldiers too speak out. So, they hollered in excitement.


    "Nice challenge, kid. I''ll bet for you," another high-ranking knight shouted and whistled in delight.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.


    More men voiced their support on Freidrech. The clamor of cheerful yells pervaded the training ground, overwhelming the murmurs and disagreements of the noblemen present.


    Prince Theodrech saw his master''s wink earlier and decided to play along. He raised his hand, silencing everyone. "Continue, Sir Freidrech Gerboud," said the prince.


    "Your Highness, if you win, I will not only bow but be your servant for the rest of my life," said Freidrech firmly.


    While Freidrech was speaking, a wave of power rushed toward Theodrech. Forcing the latter to lift his hand to shield himself but as he received the hit, something warm and soothing meld in him instead. His curiosity increased and made him wished to know this boy more. Somehow, he had to do it in a discreet manner, avoiding unwanted attention. His only option was to play along with what Sir Averardus began.


    However, only a few saw that wave. The rest of the spectators was oblivious and voiced their disapproval.


    "No need for that condition, kid."


    "That is ridiculous."


    More noise of indifference was heard from the background.


    Upon the viewing platform, King Thierri of Xaviel Kingdom heard the boy''s challenge to his favored third grandson and pleased by it. He also saw the wave of power but he knew it was not harmful and took no heed of it. His concern was how the prince would address the situation.


    The noblemen near the king mocked in silence. They would not dare say it out loud seeing the king''s good mood.


    "Why are you so headstrong? In fact, bowing to me is an honor. You saw the King''s noble Knights. When they saw me, they bowed," said Theodrech, testing Freidrech.


    "Allow me to be forward, Your Highness. For me, bowing to a monarch does not guarantee loyalty. If I were you, I rather have men who stand straight in my presence but who got my back, than bowing men who are dreaming of my death," replied Freidrech.


    He was, in fact, referring to some knights he heard jesting about the royal family''s quirks and their displeasure during their stops.


    The prince heard the careful and well-thought words of Freidrech. He understood what Freidrech meant and made his blood boil in excitement for he found someone of kindred spirit and at the same time a formidable foe.


    Let see until when you will last, Theodrech thought.


    Theodrech folded his arms and paced back and forth. "Why do I need to do your bidding when I have the authority to take you now as my footstool?" said the prince as he placed his foot on a log.


    "Yeah!"


    "What can you say now, boy?"


    "You''re dead meat."


    "Don''t give up, kid."


    "Show them the power of the commoners."


    People sounded their excitement to witness the word fight between a brave peasant and a candidate to the throne.


    For others, It was an outright insult to stomp anyone''s self-confidence but not Freidrech. Instead, his smile glowed in delight. His prior anxieties left him.


    Neither the crowd nor Theodrech''s belittling statement affected him in the slightest.


    This was nothing new to him. In fact, this prince was more considerate compared to those unscrupulous royalties he met before in their village.


    Another proud royalty who only knew how to pull his weight to intimidate those below them, Freidrech thought.


    "Your Highness, a ruler must not humiliate his subjects for this begets hatred and disloyalty. A piece of advice from the most important person in my life."


    More roars of taunting and cheers sounded.


    "And who might that be? I presume you''re referring to your hard-working teacher."


    "Indeed, he is my teacher, my mentor, my friend, and my father."


    Theodrech stayed composed but deep within, such innocent words struck hard his heart, stirring his emotions.


    His own father, the Duke of Welbourn, the second son of the king, hadn''t visited ever since he received his fiefdom, the southern border city of Mossgulch, four years ago. He begged to travel and rule with him but his father insisted for him to stay.


    Theodrech decided he has to win this smart boy as a friend and his own supporter. Yet, he wanted to see a bit more of Freidrech''s character.


    He walked nearer and leveled his eyes on Freidrech, who was as tall as him.


    "What did you get by being too kind to everyone? Death of your villagers by the vicious Naymagi brought in none other than the chief''s traitorous subjects whom he trusted," he said viciously and with no regret seen in his eyes. He stepped back. "Oh, I forgot, you are now the village chief. My apologies."


    The people were taken aback, including the king but did not interrupt.


    There was no laughter and cheers heard. The spectators went silent. As soldiers who were constantly on the battlefield, protecting civilians, they sympathized with Freidrech. Theodrech''s forwardness was a poor display of the royal family''s insensitivity of the true condition in the villages far from the city.


    Theodrech understood the insensitivity of his words and was ashamed of it, but he wanted to see how strong was this boy''s heart to be able to survive after challenging a kingdom''s prince.


    He cared less about what the people think. His attention was on Freidrech alone.


    He walked back to where he stood a while ago and waited for Freidrech to shout unfairness and whine but the other boy didn''t say a word. Theodrech wondered what was in Freidrech''s mind.


    Freidrech clenched his fist. What the prince said was not far from the truth but whatever the cause for the Naymagi tribe''s entrance was still a mystery.


    This Naymagi, tribe of jackal-headed men, would never enter a village covered with protective spells for it means death to them. However, the Naymagi attacked in the midst of the villagers'' first harvest celebration. Thus, the villagers were caught unprepared and panicked¡­


    Freidrech''s chest ached by the reminder. The agonizing sadness he eluded while traveling all the way to the capital city resurfaced.


    Somehow, all tears had been shed long ago. This place would be his home from now on. It was an order from the king. He had to learn to survive in this harsh city of high-strung aristocrats and big-bellied bureaucrats.


    But firstly, he must refuse to be stomped on by this prince before he could establish himself. He shrugged and gave a sly smile.


    "I won''t deny nor accept the allegations unless a witness or proof will come up front. But I deny serving a future monarch who only uses my misfortune to evade my simple and unremarkable challenge that would decide my future," Freidrech said in a harsh tone, blatantly disregarding the other person''s status.


    Freidrech was on the mark. The prince was hit on his sore spot, his desire to be king and to gather supporters. Indeed, if a prince couldn''t win or make a single subject as young as Freidrech yield, he is not worthy for the throne.


    His decision to take Freidrech under his wing solidified and understand that wave of power sent to him. A huge smile broke on his face.


    "Fine, but let us do this tomorrow in the arena of knowledge in Xaeviel''s Royal Academy. For fairness'' sake, the Headmaster will be the judge," the prince said and slightly bowed, "And please accept my apologies for what I said earlier. It was a shameful mistake on my part." He stood straight. "Your journey was far. Go and have a good night''s rest."


    The prince turned to retire, followed by his attendants.


    Freidrech was left in a daze. It never occurred to him that the prince would apologize. Somehow, he realized he missed a very important thing. "Wait," Freidrech called.


    Theodrech turned around, puzzled. "Are you not contented with what I said? Or do you want to do it now?"


    "No, I only forgot to tell you something. If I win¡­," before Freidrech could speak more... the king''s booming voice sounded from the platform above them.


    "If you win, I''ll be the one to decide your reward. But don''t worry, I''ll guarantee that it would be to your advantage," said King Thierri with a big smile.


    Everyone looked up and murmuring began.


    "So that''s the king," said Freidrech to himself. He somewhat saw a glowing aura on the old man. "Such dominance."


    The nobles were afraid of the king''s possible reward.


    "Your Majesty. What are you planning? Don''t tell me¡­," said the king''s adviser, a middle-aged man standing beside him.


    That very day, the noble families requested a meeting with the king and had been anticipating the king''s announcement of Prince Theodrech''s new study companion after the previous one, of whom he grew with, died of an unknown illness while on vacation with his family.


    For that simple position was something every son of noble birth wished. It was the so-called expressway for a secured future. The possibility of becoming close to the prince and be appointed a high ranking position, entitled for land and wealth, in the not so far future, if Theodrech would become the king.


    Even if he would not be the one sitting on the throne, his study companion''s exceptional performance would still be noticed by the crowned king.


    Somehow, so far, he was the only promising candidate among the eight princes considering his appealing leadership and great swordsmanship.


    "Why? Am I not the king and the prince is my grandson?" asked King Thierri.


    "Of course, you are, Your Majesty, but ¡­"


    "The law stated, in the absence of the royal prince''s parents, the guardian can decide for his study companion. Am I not his guardian?"


    "You are, your majesty," said the adviser, but dismissive inside.


    "Good, but don''t get worked up. That is only if he wins," King Thierri laughed loudly, greatly amused by his plans and faced the noblemen behind him. "Alright, people, we''re done here. Dismiss. No more court proceedings for today." The king announced as he walked with long strides toward the training ground, leaving the unhappy noblemen.


    The discontented noblemen slowly walked down from the King''s hall. They had to find a way to stop this bumpkin from becoming Prince Theodrech''s companion.


    Theodrech left the grounds a bit uneasy. He needed to work harder for the battle and try his best to have this smart boy within his grasp. Winning the battle could give him advantages. He could ask the king to appoint Freidrech as his study companion. Whereas by losing . . . he didn''t want to think of it.


    He exhaled a long deep breath, blowing off his anxiousness. Theodrech decided, whatever the outcome, he would befriend Freidrech and earn his trust and loyalty.

 Official Candidate

    The prince climbed half-running on the stone stairs toward the palace hall. As he reached the top, he saw the king approaching with an impish smile.


    "Grandfather." Theodrech happily ran to the king and gave the old man a bear hug.


    "Theo, you did well today," the king said as he returned the hug. Theodrech looked up at his towering grandfather with great pride.


    "Thanks, grandpa," said Theo. They strolled together, enjoying the refreshing wind as dusk came. Following not far from them were two of the King''s royal guards and the prince''s menservants.


    "Theo, you found a good man." The king''s eyes glistened as he spoke.


    "Yes, grandpa and I''m so excited," said Theo, clenching his fist out of excitement. His eyes beamed as he grinned. "Those bold eyes makes my blood rush. Damn, I want him to join me, grandpa."


    The king laughed at his grandson''s liveliness. Theo''s words also sent him way back during his early years as a king while Freidrech''s father, the late Chief Louvel Gerboud, was still his personal guard. "Just like his own father, bold and relentless."


    Sadness snuck in as well. He thought of offering a prayer for his friend and for the Wrilon villagers after receiving the full report of the investigation tomorrow.


    "Really?" asked Theo in amazement, pulling the grandfather from his thoughts.


    All of a sudden, King Thierri encircled his arm around Theo''s neck and ruffled the boy''s brownish black hair. "But you still need to convince him that you''re a leader worthy of his allegiance," said the king in a playful tone.


    "AHH, not my hair," Theo said as he bent down, escaping from his grandpa''s clutches. "Of course, I''m precisely planning for that."


    "From what I perceived, he is not the type who yields easily but if you win his loyalty, you''ll gain a brother who''ll stick to you through thick and thin, for a lifetime," added the king, using the late father as reference.


    "I know. That''s why I need to win tomorrow," Theo said while combing his hair with his fingers.


    The word ''win'' bothered the old king. He halted his steps as he glanced at the young prince with a solemn expression. Theo stopped as well and wondered at the change in his grandfather''s demeanor.


    "Winning the challenge is not the end-point, my boy, but winning his friendship." King Thierri paused, allowing the words to sink first. "Louvel''s son is not totally naive as the people assumed him to be. I believe he can sense if you have ulterior motives."


    Theo''s forehead furrowed. "What do you mean he can sense? As in he can feel or see through me?"


    "Not really. Let me see. How to put it?" The King gazed far ahead while his fingers played his white beard and mustache. "His father was a man gifted of hearing a man''s heartbeat. He can probe a man''s emotion base on the difference of the heartbeats."


    "Shut up! If he was that gifted, why didn''t you take him as one of your confidants?"


    "Actually, he was my personal guard. But he purposely joined and won a combat tournament, so I could grant his request to take his father''s place as the village chief. I had no choice but to release him," said King Thierri while half-regretted his decision. Somehow, he was resolute to keep the son by his side.


    "Do you think Freidrech has the same gifting?"


    "I don''t know, but we''ll see soon." King Thierri patted his grandson''s back. "Just be yourself tomorrow, enjoy the challenge, and treat him like a brother." After speaking, he strode ahead. His hands behind his back.


    However, Theo was not satisfied. Rather, after hearing the father''s ability, the impulse to grab Freidrech to his side increased. "Grandpa, if he wins, will you grant him anything he asks?"Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.


    The king felt his grandson''s anxiety of losing Freidrech, at the same time, the burning desire to gather strong and wise supporters to become an official candidate for the throne.


    In the Kingdom of Xaeviel, one of the previous kings abolished the usual practice of crowning the firstborn as heir. The revised law''s goal was to steer the royal family members to strive harder for the greater good of the nation and be deemed worthy by the people.


    Each prince would be given the opportunity to prove their worth and his performance was strictly monitored. The official candidates were the high achievers. Out from them, the king and a few elders would choose the crown prince.


    Theo''s very own brothers and relatives were also vying for the throne. Thus, each of them continued to gather their loyal men to support and earn credits for them.


    King Thierri shrugged. In time, Theo would gain those men. For now, let him enjoy his youth and obtain a good friend same his age, he thought.


    He gave Theo a warm smile, displaying his even white teeth. His playful behavior came back.


    "What do you think I''ll do?"


    "I think you''ll make him my study companion." Theo''s mood buoyed up with the thought.


    "Are you sure?" The corner of the king''s mouth lifted higher, a giggle bubbling inside his chest.


    "Yes." Theo''s eyebrows rose a bit more and his eyes opened wider. His heart beat faster expecting the old man to affirm.


    Yet, with no mercy, the king said, "Nah." Then tilted his head as he cackled.


    "AHH, grandpa." Theo pulled his grandpa''s arm. "Come on, help me."


    His beggings set off the old man to roar louder in laughter. He slapped his thighs and doubled over with mirth.


    Theo crossed his arms and shook his head in disbelief. "Go ahead, laugh. Make fun of your own grandson."


    Those words were enough to scold the king. King Thierri controlled his laughter as he wiped his misty eyes. "I''m just teasing you. Don''t take it to heart."


    Theo''s shoulders slouched. "I know but it''s not helping me at all."


    "Sorry, but I won''t tell you the reward if he wins. That will be unfair to Louvel''s son. Just give your best and enjoy, whether you win or lose." Then lifting a finger he said, "Remember your aim, build a lasting friendship." And lightly ruffled Theo''s hair. "I need to go to your grandmother now and report what you did, or she might pester me with her weeny painful pinches."


    The kingwinced thinking of the pain inflicted in every pinch, which broke Theo into laughter pointing at the old man¡¯s scrunched up face.


    Not long after, the two had a good belly-laugh as Theo sharedimaginingthe queen pinching and scolding the man who held the highest authority in this great nation. While his grandpa would only laugh as he yielded to her. That''s how sweet and in love was the king to his queen.


    "Kiss her for me, grandpa,¡± said Theo before the king neared the garden entrance.


    "For sure, my boy. I''ll surely give her awonderfulkiss." King Thierri blew a smacking flying kiss on the airwithout looking back.


    The king turned left toward the rose garden while Theo stared at his idol''s back. His heart swelled with pride to have a good king as his grandfather.


    "Tell grandmother to watch tomorrow," he shouted.


    The king waved his hand and disappeared within the high rose bushes.


    Theo was about to walk to his villa but changed his mind. He let his attendants go ahead while he altered his route, toward the palace''s library.


    ----o----


    At this moment with Freidrech, an elderly man named Pheya led him to a spacious room in a separate villa at the back of the palace.


    His room was divided into two parts. The outer part was a furnished receiving room and a king-size bed occupied the inner part.


    As he entered the first room, his eyes grew big and a smile danced on his lips. He caught sight of the treasure he had long desired, mirror-like polished furniture made of the rarest green wood of the land.


    It was said, each block of green wood was worth a fortune because the tree itself was hardly found. Base on the written archives, the green wood had the property to reveal a person''s thoughts. However, there was only one man known who succeeded in using it. His name was Jallsei, the first king of Xaeviel.


    This furniture was in the king''s study before but moved out since no one could wield its power. The Chamberlain left it in this villa to show-off the kingdom''s wealth to its guests.


    Freidrech could not believe his luck or could be called a blessing to have this in his room. Weeks before the Naymagi attacked, a merchant taught him how to bring out the power of this precious wood using only a piece as big as his fist. But here, a whole set of furniture. It made him crazy thinking of it.


    "Alas, I can practice using this in the following days," said Freidrech in high spirits.


    He continued to look around for he might discover another treasure. The result was disappointing. The other significant thing he found was only the glowing night crystals on the ceiling and walls, which gave off a relaxing light.


    Then his attention went to a few curtains swaying as a wind blew from an open door.


    He walked out and was dumbstruck. Freidrech almost concluded he entered another dimension.


    A vast land of colorful flowers appeared in his very eyes, stretching beyond the horizon.


    "What the heck is this place? Did I enter a fairyland?"

 Glossary of Terms

    (Alphabetical Order)


    /ae/ - pronounced as short a as ''a'' in cat.


    Amerthus Arnaldus - /A-mer-thus Ar-nal-dus/ - one of the sons of the family of knights, being looked down by his peers because of his clumsiness and unkempt appearance.


    Aenor Gerboud - /A-nor Ger-bowd/ - mother of Freidrech.


    Averardus Hotys - /A-ve-rar-dus Ho-tis/ - His nickname is Ave /Eiv/. He is the youngest Commanding General of the Royal Army, also a Griftein Knight. Has the power to hear as far as the horizon and wield the sword Hotys, a double-edged sword that could kill 100 heads of men in one strike.


    Beast Mounts - animals ridden for traveling, like the horses. Some can fly but not all.


    Beseiraen Indaera, Bhihetzaeren Beraendete - /Be-sey-ran In-da-ra Vi-het-za-ren Be-ran-de-te/ - Strength of the Arm, Will of the Heart


    Braenton of Vaesey - /Bran-ton of Va-sey/ - younger cousin of Sir Riquier. Chairman of Fred''s class in the academy.


    Daeine the Amfrideite - /Da-yeyn Am-fri-dey-te/ - His nickname is Dayin /Da-yin/. A Griftein Knight that has no weapon or armor given but received the strength that equals ten lions.


    Deimer of Beeleizal - /Dey-mer of Bi-ley-zal/ - nickname Dei /Dey/ - a third year mage student, aspiring to enter the king''s exclusive royal mage.


    Dominant foot - is the foot a person uses first like walking or jumping.


    Dramache Veindervis - /Dra-makth Veyn-der-vis/ - Assistant Administrator of the royal academy.


    Drech - /drek/ - means ruler or right.


    Duke Threion - /Thre-yon/ - father of Fielbert and Theodrech.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    Ermaenye - /Er-man-ye/ - wife of Duke Threion and mother of Theodrech and Fielbert.


    Fielbert - /Fi-yel-bert/ - nickname Fiel /Fi-yel/ - second son of the Duke Threion of Welbourn, older brother of Theodrech.


    Freidrech Goederf Gerboud - /Frey-drek Ge-derf Ger-bowd/ - His nickname is Fred /Fred/. The main character and the legendary scholar.


    Gefroey Botolfe - /Ge-frey Bo-tolf/ - the King''s adviser and the king''s brother-in-law. Queen Reyhaenna''s brother.


    Griftein - /Grif-fen/ - simply means Griffin.


    Griftein Knights - the highest honor a knight could dream of. Only those who are acknowledged by the Griftein in the king will receive this honor.


    Griften Veimu - /Grif-fen Vey-mu/ - Capital city of Xaeviel. It means under the power of the Griffin Lords.


    Hubiete of Veindervis - /Yu-bayt of Veyn-der-vis/ - nickname Hue /yu/ - Prince Lowis'' man and nephew of Lord Dramache. He is one of the security personnel of the school and an apprentice of the Griftein Knights.


    Louvel Gerboud - /Lu-vel Ger-bowd/ - Freidrech''s father.


    Lowis - /Lo-wis/ - a prince, a strong contender to the throne, first son of King Thierri.


    Maugier - /Mo-gier/ - a knight under Prince Lowis'' circle.


    Moma - /Mo-ma/ - means mother.


    Niall of Otlaen - /Ni-yal of Ot-le-an/ - Fred''s classmate.


    Popa - /po-pa/ - means father.


    Pheya - /Fe-ya/ - Amberdrift''s butler.


    Reyhaenna - /Rey-han-na/ - queen of Xaeviel.


    Rhabras Quzahr - /Rab-ras Ku-zar/ - headmaster of the royal academy. He became Freidrech''s mentor.


    Riquier Vaesey - /Ri-ki-yer Va-sey/ - captain of the knight squadron who went to Wrilon village.


    Sentient beings - those creatures that have gained awareness and some can wield powers.


    Sentient powers - Magic powers that gained its own consciousness and can control the wielder. The wielder has to win against it first to make it his own.


    Sheinbinne - /Sheyn-bin/ - a power to see a person''s memory in the last two days.


    Tetbald of Hubertein - /Tet-bald of Yu-ber-teyn/ - His nickname is Tet /Tet/. A Griftein Knight who held the great shield heart Hubertein.


    Theodrech - /The-yo-drek/ - prince of Xaeviel, third candidate to the throne.


    Thierri - /Thi-ye-ri/ - present king of Xaeviel.


    Verlouise Drouet - /Ver-lo-is Drow-et/ - an orphan daughter of the late princess of Xaeviel. Theodrech''s cousin.


    Waentilisiana of Allaessa - /Wan-ti-li-sya-na of A-las-sa/ - her nickname is Wenti /Wen-ti/ - she is one of Freidrech''s classmates in the royal academy.


    Wrilon - /Ri-lon/ - Freidrech''s home village.


    Xaeviel - /Sa-vi-yel/ - Kingdom where Freidrech was born and began his journey.


    Zeirean - /Zey-ri-yan/ - the world where the story unfolds.


    Zezkeita - /Zes-key-ta/ - power to jump high after concentrating one''s energy on one''s right off.

 Mourning

    Freidrech¡¯s face lit up in elation, in awe with the painting-like flower plantation.


    The blooming flowers were arranged according to color. They sparkled as the moon''s light touched its petals as if fairies were dancing on it.


    Purple flowers as big as a ball lined at the leftmost and each seemed jumping up and down in a random manner.


    Followed by tiny yellow bulb flowers which were like crawling in circles on its place.


    The next was white gardenias as big as a human''s head and its whiteness glistened somewhat like it was blinking at him.


    The middle was occupied by hydrangeas that changed its hue from light violet to dark violet, red, blue, and vice versa as it swayed by the wind. So was his emotions, changing from happiness to loneliness.


    Pink tulips as big as the head of a child was next and more colors lined up that he could not recognize as tears blurred his vision.


    The hydrangeas and tulips were painful reminders of his parents. He recalled his father gifted his mother those flowers on their last wedding anniversary and made his mother cry in joy.


    ¡°If they were still alive . . .¡± and Freidrech clutched his chest, the word ¡®alive¡¯ tugged his heart. From the heart, pain seared throughout his body, letting his feet to wobble and gave way. His body gradually fell on the grassy ground. But he didn¡¯t feel the pain from falling.


    The only pain he felt was of losing his father, mother, friends, and everyone else in his village.


    He felt . . . so lonely . . . so angry...


    ¡°AHHHHH, Why????? Why??!? Why?¡± He wailed out all the suppressed emotions buried deep inside him for months. He cried all the hatred, bitterness, and loneliness as a child longing for his parents¡¯ presence and comfort.


    Freidrech curled into a ball as he groaned. His body shuddered as a stream of tears fell unhindered.


    He thought all tears had been shed but in reality, he was not given time to mourn.


    After the knights found him floating in the well and saved him, they only let him recover enough strength to move around. They did not tarry and left the village turned graveyard in a haste. Not even sparing some time to let him bury the dead.


    Freidrech asked to stay for a while to mourn but the captain of the knights, Sir Riquier Vaesey, insisted they leave soon for their own safety.


    Now, those pent-up pain resurfaced. His agonizing cries spread throughout the flower garden.


    While Freidrech mourned, the flowers also mourned with him. The pretty heads drooped and a drop of water fell from each as if it was their tears. Then as it dropped it was caught by a shadowy figure in a flash.


    After catching all teardrops, the black figure flew on top of Freidrech and poured it on him. It shimmered as it fell and provided a comforting embrace on Freidrech¡¯s body. His cries subsided and he slowly went to sleep.


    The black figure transformed into a silhouette of a robust man as it landed on its feet beside Freidrech. It carried him to his room and laid him on his bed.


    As the figure was about to leave, he heard Freidrech moaned. He looked back and saw Freidrech¡¯s face in distress. The boy was having a nightmare.This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    ---- o ----


    In Freidrech¡¯s dream.


    He saw himself standing beside a water-well while watching his neighbor¡¯s children playing near a vast field of long-grained black wheat. A few ladies drew water from the well, filling the barrels readied for the harvesters to drink.


    In the field, men and women swung their long-handled sickles with a smile on their faces. With every strike, stalks of wheat fell on the ground.


    Then he saw his father playing the specially-made musical instrument and weapon called the Dierd bow. The bow had three holes and three strings attached on its tips.


    His father merrily played the instrument using his skillful fingers, making the harvesters dance and sing with the melody.


    The sun was still about to rise from the hills when they heard howlings. Hundreds of jackal-faced Naymagi rode down with their horses from the hilltop.


    Freidrech looked up but couldn¡¯t see anything as the sunrise was blinding. He covered his eyes with his palm and partly saw the running horses while the Naymagi struck every person they pass with their sharpened bone weapons, sparing no one.


    The villagers tried to defend using their sickles, but they were no match against the horses¡¯ speed.


    Cries of fear and death pervaded his ears. Freidrech turned to his father¡¯s direction and saw the former knight garbed in his full armor for battle.


    Louvel picked stalks of black wheat and inserted the sharp tips on the holes on the Dierd bow. He lifted the bow horizontally and stretched the strings as far as he could with the stalks'' ends in his grasps. As he let go, the stalks flew and struck three Naymagis, and they fell on their horses. Freidrech followed his father¡¯s example and killed a few Naymagis as well.


    In a short while, the black wheat was soaked in blood.


    Then he heard screaming women and children and glanced over, only to witness a Naymagi striking his mother¡¯s head. Freidrech shouted in despair but no voice came out as her body fell on top of the dead children.


    He released another stalk from the bow, and he instantly struck the Naymagi dead. Freidrech was about to run to his mother''s side but a hand stopped him. He looked back only to see his father shaking his head.


    Fearing no one would survive, his father hugged him and told him, ¡°Live a good life. We love you,¡± and pushed him into the well. Freidrech yelled "No" but still, no voice came out until his body dove in the cold water.


    Freidrech swam up, gasping for air, yet he couldn¡¯t see a thing. Total darkness enveloped him. He swam to the side and touched the brick walls. He tried to climb but slid back to the water.


    He felt helpless, so . . . alone . . . in the dark. He tried to shout again. The result was the same.


    Freidrech was desperate to know if his father was still alive, but he couldn''t even get out from his tragic state. Alas, his only outlet was to cry and pray.


    For how long he was inside the well, he couldn¡¯t tell.


    Then he heard yells of human language, and he squinted his eyes as light slowly streamed down the well. He felt splashing of water as if something was thrown in.


    He vaguely heard somebody shouting.


    ¡°Hold tight on the bucket handle, and we¡¯ll pull you,¡± said the man in muffled tones in his ears, but Freidrech was very weak. He couldn¡¯t even lift a finger.


    He saw a man jumped in with a rope and a strong light radiated, ending the dream.


    ---- o ----


    In Freidrech¡¯s room.


    The black figure placed a palm on Freidrech¡¯s forehead and cast a stream of light into his brain until Freidrech¡¯s face became serene.


    The silhouette flew back to the garden and vanished.


    The next day, Freidrech woke up when the sun was high up in the sky. For the first time, after days of travel, he had a long deep sleep without interruptions.


    Out of body reflex, his body moved to stretch out, and he was amazed. There was no pain.


    His body had been aching for days. The outcome of their long journey on horseback and fighting against the road bandits. Yet, today he could move with ease.


    He slowly lifted his arms and twirled his shoulders. Indeed, he confirmed, no more pain present.


    Then, his eyes darted at his dirty clothes, in contrast with the white linen where he sat on. And realized he was sleeping on the clean bed the whole night without taking a bath.


    After much thinking, he could not connect on how he got on his bed when the last thing he remembered he was lying on the grass lawn while crying.


    He scratched his head.


    Again, he tried to recall last night''s events and the flowers came to mind.


    ¡°Ah!" he said with a wide grin as he turned his head at the side door but the curtains blocked his view.


    Freidrech stood and rushed out the side door, anticipating to witness the beauty of nature under the sunlight. However, his jaw dropped, not in joyful bewilderment but in a dismayed shock to see nothing but a plain grassy yard and a huge stone wall blocking his line of sight.


    "What happened? Where are the flowers?¡±

 Like Brothers

    Earlier that day, Theo heard his challenger was still fast asleep, so the king postponed the battle later in the afternoon.


    The king also preferred to have Theo sit beside him to listen to Sir Riquier Vaesey''s report inside his study.


    Sir Riquier initiated to leave some spies in the villages near Wrilon to uncover the truth of how the Naymagi entered. He got some leads but did not explain the details. His full report was written in a scroll protected by spells of which only the king could unseal.


    After the report, Theodrech couldn''t restrain himself from asking.


    "Sir Riquier, how was that boy Freidrech when he was with you? Does he have any combat skills?" Theo asked with excitement on his face.


    "Well...," Riquier seriously looked outside the side window, revisiting his time with the boy. He recalled Freidrech''s outburst of anger for not letting him bury the dead villagers, mainly his family. On how he adapted with their harsh journey, sleeping together in fatal marshlands and rough desert sands without complaints, and fought the bandits using his brain more than his physical strength.


    Then he lowered his head and smirked when the boy''s endless curiosity came back to mind.


    Riquier''s changing facial expression heightened the king and Theo''s expectations to hear a long and precise answer, or maybe to learn about the smart boy''s clever deeds on their journey but . . .


    "That boy is smart, cautious, observant, and very curious, your highness. But his combat skills is a crude one and his physique is weak," said Sir Riquier with a deadpanned face.


    Silence¡­


    King Thierri propped his chin on his palm, clearly disappointed, while Prince Theodrech just sat there in silent contemplation.


    Sir Riquier felt uncomfortable watching their expression, kind of unaware of his mistake. He gave them an awkward grin and asked, "Did I say anything wrong, your majesty, your highness?"


    The king couldn''t hold his temper anymore. "Is that all you can say about Louvel''s boy after letting us wait for a spell?" said the king, his tone getting louder in every word.


    "It''s fine, grandpa," Theo interrupted.


    King Thierri was astounded when he heard the grandson''s calmness. His anger receded that instant and turned to happiness. This was the second time the prince showed his maturing temperament. The first was yesterday when he met Freidrech.


    The truth, Theo had learned to control his temper for a year now, but those who saw him as a threat for the race to the throne used his past impulsiveness against him and called his calmness a disguise to gain followers.


    Theo smiled, thankful the king saw his change. "Tell me more about him?" said Theo to the knight.


    Sir Riquier was glad to be given another chance, so with eagerness, he told him about the Freidrech he saw throughout their journey. He talked for almost the whole morning until the king dismissed him.


    Theo expected to hear good comments about Freidrech but it never occurred to him to hear high praises from this quiet knight who became talkative at this moment.


    King Thierri was also entertained with the knight''s longer evaluation of Freidrech. More likely, he anticipated this since he was the son of his late favored knight.


    After Theo left, the king went to a pavilion facing West where Wrilon village was located. He stood there for hours as tears fell from his eyes in quiet solitude. His right hand clenching the unsealed report.


    ---- o ----


    As noon came, to Freidrech''s astonishment, Theodrech arrived and expressed he would personally escort him to the royal academy.


    The prince was also surprised to see Freidrech, who had freshened up and dressed in clothes Theo chose. He never thought this village boy was good-looking with his tanned skin. Not more handsome than him, of course, but not average in the least.


    His very long sleeved, animal skin jacket, the partly revealed white shirt with tie worn below, and the big belt buckle holding his simple black narrow pants which reached down to his bound leather boots, complemented him in every way.


    Theo bet, from now on, the girls in the academy would include Freidrech in their list of boys to moon over.


    While in Freidrech''s point of view, today, the prince wore an outfit to match his in a different color, not slighting him in any way and it pleased him.


    The two didn''t notice caretaker Pheya watching them from a distance. In his eyes, they were like brothers standing together.


    However, Theo''s friendliness today was obviously off the charts. Freidrech was uneasy. He had no plans on getting close to this prince. The challenge was only to prove that he was not a pushover and an alibi to protect his life. At the same time, to find a way to get a recommendation to study under the academy''s headmaster. Thanks to his father overpraising the headmaster.A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.


    Somehow, Theo''s change of attitude let Freidrech bring his guard down to some degree. It even crossed his mind to ask the prince about the flower garden but held it for now.


    T''was not the right time and place, he concluded. For everything could have just been a childish dream for a child like him. Anyway, he was still twelve years old and newly lost his loved ones. But at least, he knew his mourning last night was real.


    He hoped tonight the garden would reappear because those flowers gave him the comfort that his parents were near him.


    Then he saw Theodrech walked near the greenwood chairs.


    ''Ahh, I forgot to test it yesterday. Never mind I have more time to practice later."


    At this time, the princeobserved Freidrech''s changing mood. From a shocked face as if remembering something, back to pondering, and ended to a blank stare. He was curious about what this guy was thinking. Anyway, they better get going now, he thought, and coughed intentionally, alerting Freidrech back to the present.


    At this time, the prince saw Freidrech''s blank stare and coughed intentionally, alerting Freidrech back to the present.


    "Before we go, I want you to know that I''m really sorry for the death of your family and villagers. Yesterday, was just a te¡­," Theo closed his mouth, feigning disturbed and sighed, "kind of ticked off by your challenge."


    He hurriedly looked sideways and coughed again to hide his discomfort, feeling blockheaded. He almost admitted he was testing Freidrech.


    Then when Theo moved his attention back at Freidrech, he saw the latter half-shrugged and smirked.


    Unluckily, Theo misunderstood the gesture. He screamed inside, ''Ahh, screw it. Please don''t read my heartbeat or I''ll rather be called a royal fool.'' Yet, Theo painstakingly kept his amiable smile, hurting his jaw a bit.


    On the other hand, Freidrech was oblivious about Theo''s troubles. He only smirked when he heard the prince was ticked off by his challenge. If he knew, he could have saved Theo from his discomfort.


    Theo did not linger and led his guest outside the villa where two speckled horses with broad feet were roped. He jumped on his horse''s back. "Just call me Theo. How about you? Can I call you Freid or any nickname your friends call you?"


    Freidrech was about to mount the other horse, but the prince''s request glued his feet on the ground.


    Theo noticed Freidrech made a nervous smile and scratched his head.


    "What? Is anything wrong?"


    Distressed Freidrech shook his head and waved his hands at Theo. "Ah, no no no, there''s nothing wrong, your highness. You can call me Freid or Drech, as you wish, but I''m not sure if it''s fine for me to call you casually," he said as he looked away and scratched his head again. "You know, it''s not the norm."


    Theo''s shoulders sagged. So much for friendship building plans. First attempt, perfect failure.


    To think his grandfather and Freidrech''s father were very close in the past. Yet, he couldn''t get the son let his guard down on him.


    Well, he could not deny he was at fault yesterday for acting high and mighty to test Freidrech. He even called Freidrech his footstool. Ah, he made a good mental slap on his face. It was all of his undoings.


    Also, he was enlightened to the truth why the commoners avoided him every time he offered his hand in friendship, because "It''s not the norm," Theo blurted out, his eyes staring into a distance.


    This also made him understand a bit belying his show of leadership and amiability. He thought this was the best way to attract good followers both from the nobles and commoners, but it''s possible they merely acted out of civility to a prince.


    He took in a sharp breath. Theo thought he was now on par to face his uncles and brothers in the race to the throne but he was utterly mistaken. His tutor was right. "You are still young and simply starting your journey in the traitorous wilderness called politics."


    And he deciphered all of these thanks to Freidrech''s honesty. He looked over at his companion with respect and said, "Thanks for your honesty and concern, friend, but who cares?" He chuckled and opened his arms wide. "Let the ridicule come. That won''t stop us from becoming friends, right? If they scold you, just tell them I''m waiting to hear them out. That would shut them for good."


    Freidrech was moved with Theo''s open-mindedness and sincerity. A glimpse of a change of heart began in him toward the prince. Even so, he was unsure how to respond but at most gave a simple nod and a shy smile as he mounted his horse.


    On the contrary, Theo was not satisfied with Freidrech''s response.


    Then he recalled the heartbeat reading again. He decided to settle this once and for all and if possible stopped Freidrech from using this ability during their battle.


    "Freidrech, I want to ask you something and I hope you will be honest with me."


    "Ask away, your highness."


    "Can you actually hear my heartbeat and can tell what I''m feeling now?"


    Freidrech''s horse moved. He held the reins, stopping the horse as he pondered hard what the prince meant.


    "Ah!" Then his eyes brightened. It became apparent to him what the prince was talking about. "Your Highness, have you heard about my father''s ability?"


    Theodrech nodded.


    "Be assured, prince. I don''t have that gift. Make your heart pump wild as you wish and I''m still in the blind unless you turn pale or collapse."


    Theo realized his foolish assumptions. He couldn''t help but laughed his heart out with an upturned head. "Oh my goodness, I''m so stupid. Troubling myself for nothing."


    "I think it''s perfectly fine for a prince to be stupid sometimes. That means you''re normal like everyone else," said Freidrech, warming up at the prince who acted out of character.


    "Haha, hearing you say that without the tail ''your highness'' feels reassuring."


    The chat made the two lighthearted.


    It''s not that bad to befriend this prince, Freidrech thought.


    In Theo''s perspective, for the first time, he felt he could be himself with someone his age.


    His childish playful spirit emerged. He raised his hand and used his ability to command the wind to carry the dried leaves on the ground to fly around Freidrech before sending them to a garbage dump.


    "Show-off," said Freidrech as he brushed away his shoulder-length black hair covering his face.


    Theo chuckled as he set the horse running with a slight kick at the horse''s belly.


    "Then show me your abilities too," teased Theo.


    Freidrech started the horse as well. "Just you wait and I''ll show you how smart I am."


    "I''m looking forward to it. But keep in mind, after the battle, I insist that you''ll call me Theo. You got that?" said the prince, giving the other a heartwarming smile.


    "Okay, prince," said Freidrech. His eyes reflecting the excitement racing through him. He let his horse dashed beside Theo''s.


    "Come, let me show you our beloved Griftein Veimu City first before heading to the academy," said Theo.


    At this moment, both were now in sync and friendship of a lifetime began.

 Observant Freidrech

    In the city streets of Griftein Veimu, the capital city of Xaeviel, only a few people came out at noon due to the scorching heat of the sun, but today was different.


    Children looked up and happily bounced in delight. Even the parents were enjoying the spectacle. What they saw was more like a colorful parade in the air but in reality, these were travelers.


    It was such a wonderful sight. Flying exquisite carriages of various colors driven by winged beasts of all sorts were seen on the clear noon sky.


    At the side, multiple creatures, in different sizes and shapes, which possessed the power of flight flew with their riders on the way to the back of a hill not far from the city.


    While two horses ran down the slope, leaving the castle grounds. They were Theodrech and Freidrech.


    Theo toured with Freidrech at some monumental places in the city. He pointed a hill-like structure in the middle of the city square with three circles carved on a rock.


    ¡°That pile of lime rock over there is where the first king of Xaeviel killed the notorious three-eyed monster who murdered more than a hundred soldiers in one night.¡±


    ¡°Wow, he must be a very strong man,¡± said Freidrech.


    ¡°He was. The monster was killed in one blow,¡± said Theo.


    ¡°Whoa! Awesome.¡±


    Then they passed through the busy streets to the city gate. Along the way, Theo pointed to a horse-shaped structure erected down a valley at the right side of the road. ¡°That place is our ten-hectare equestrian park where our horses and other beast mounts are groomed for battle.¡±


    While they had this enjoyable tour, there were also people in the land and on-air watching them.


    Theo led the way rounding a hill of which the road he said was made when a giant platypus flattened the hillsides while hopping in fright from the crawling vampire ants.


    When the two boys were almost at the top, all of a sudden, a strong gust of wind came. So strong, enough to blow the horse¡¯s heavy body off the cliff.


    However, the boys passed through safely, but the magic casters were blown away instead.


    ¡°Whew! I thought we¡¯re a goner there,¡± said Theo.


    Unknown to him, something interfered and lessened the wind¡¯s strength when it reached them.


    The two turned left and went downhill. Later, Freidrech realized they¡¯d reached the back of the hill and descended to a forest where a multitude of people was in a queue in front of a big tree.


    Freidrech thought the tree was a portal.


    ¡°That entrance is for the visitors to the royal academy. We won¡¯t go in that way,¡± said Theo.


    At this moment, a hooded man, on a giant red bat flying directly above them, cast a higher grade spell tothe two that would make a person and beast immobile.


    At this time, Freidrech felt his chest heated. In an instant, an invincible shield surrounded them, reversing the attack.


    ¡°AHHH!¡± The poor fellow and his immobile beast fell from the sky.


    Freidrech grew up having this inner foreboding when danger and evil beings were near him. It also protected him from magic attacks the same as what happened earlier.


    He had no idea where it came from and how it came to be but he was aware it was with him since birth.


    Theo felt the incoming attack too and readied his magic shield but the expected hit didn¡¯t come. So, he thought it was a false alarm.


    The two continued their journey and went to another direction and didn¡¯t meet any more attacks.


    At this point, the flying spies and ambushers retreated. The two were now protected by the academy¡¯s feared barrier which could detect any type of attacks from a good distance and would retaliate without a caster.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Not for long, the boys entered a wider road and reached another area of the forest.


    ¡°Hooo!¡± Theo halted his horse before the dense forest. Freidrech stopped his horse as well and was curious in what way they could enter the academy.


    He glanced sideways at Theo, who was looking straight at the closely standing trees where no space enough for a man to walk in.


    Theodrech took something in his coat¡¯s inner pocket and brought out a silver insignia with an image of the mighty griftein embedded on it.


    Then a loud ghostly voice of an old woman sounded, ¡°Who¡¯s there?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m Theodrech, prince of Xaeviel. Open the gate.¡±


    Afterward, Freidrech heard water trickling but no brook was in sight. Yet, what transpired next made his jaw drop. The forest trees uprooted themselves and literally stood and walked sideways, opening a path for them.


    Then Freidrech saw a vast clearing and up ahead was a massive gate with the same emblem on Theo¡¯s insignia.


    ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± said Theo, starting his horse. Freidrech followed suit but had to look back to quench his curiosity.


    What he witnessed amazed him more. He saw the trees strode back in place and the ground returned to how it was before. The trickling water sounded again as a translucent barrier as thick as fifty steps of an adult gradually transformed in his very eyes.


    Theo chuckled. He enjoyed watching Freidrech¡¯s astounded face. Everything was so new to Freidrech that he couldn¡¯t help but be awestruck.


    ¡°Come, let¡¯s enter the royal academy,¡± said Theo as he trod his horse toward the gate. Freidrech pulled the rein, letting his horse ran faster to catch up with Theo.


    Intriguing, Freidrech thought. He was sure those trees were one of the sentient beings he read before. They were called gobblers and they ate anything, including humans.


    Why the need to put up such fierce beings to barricade the gate of the academy? What was so special about this school? Perhaps, the correct question was what were they hiding in here?


    Theo was closely watching his companion when they entered the barrier. He could tell from the way Freidrech moved his head and eyes that he had been observing almost everything they passed.


    If they were not in a hurry, probably, Freidrech would ask to stop and look around.


    The prince assumed he could guess what was in his friend¡¯s mind at this moment.


    ¡°You might be wondering why the academy is concealed and fortified in such manner,¡± said Theodrech as he let his horse walked in a leisurely manner when they neared the gate.


    ¡°Is my face that easy to read?¡± asked Freidrech smilingly, amused by the prince¡¯s wit.


    ¡°Haha, sort of. But most newcomers will ask the same thing.¡±


    ¡°So, why?¡± asked Freidrech.


    ¡°In the past, the first king created this as a sanctuary and the last line of defense in case needed. In this way, the soldiers can fight without being hampered by the citizen¡¯s relocation since this place is not that far from the city.


    ¡°Now, it has two purposes, the last line of defense and protects the students who are the future knights, generals, officials, and also the future kings of Xaeviel. My insignia is not only for entrance but it gives me the privilege to be protected by this barrier whenever I need it as long as I¡¯m near. Great, right?¡±


    ¡°Indeed, the first king had good foresight,¡± said Freidrech. But his mind went back to his home village.


    The chiefs before his father thought the same thing, by planting protective crystallines under the trees that surrounded the whole village and attack spells against the human-half-beast tribes. However¡­


    Suddenly, Freidrech¡¯s eyes grew big as an owl¡¯s when the gate opened on its own and after they entered, it closed by itself.


    Magicmatic. They might be using detection crystals or they erected that type of magic formation, Freidrech surmised.


    "By the way, you''re still a guest here but we''re allowed to bring up to two guests."


    Fred said, "So I am a special guest?"


    The prince laughed, "Yes, but most use it to bring in servants. So if you lose, and someone asks, just tell them you''re with me. We''re here," Theo said. Both of them stopped their horses and slid down.


    Freidrech looked up at the dome-like structure. ¡°Where are we?¡±


    ¡°We are now at the back entrance of the school¡¯s Knowledge Arena. All intellectual battles like debates, presentation of ideas and platforms, speeches, and etc. are held here.¡±


    ¡°Solely for the mind games?¡±


    ¡°Mind games? I like that name,¡± said Theo, giggling. ¡°I really love that mind of yours.¡±


    ¡°I believe you also have a combat arena.¡±


    ¡°Of course. Come, people are already waiting.¡±


    On the way in, Freidrech heard noises from the inner hall.


    ¡°Don¡¯t tell me, you invited a lot of people to watch our riddle battle?¡± Freidrech said as he felt his heart drummed.


    ¡°It¡¯s not that I invited them. It was you who incited them to come.¡± Theo said nonchalantly.


    ¡°I think challenging you was a mistake. I¡¯m starting to regret it now,¡± said Freidrech as he scratched his head again, getting nervous.


    Theo never expected to hear this from the confident challenger. ¡°Don¡¯t tell me this is your first time to face a big audience?¡±


    Freidrech sighed. His shoulders drooped. This was not the first he challenged a prominent person but the gathered audience was not this large.


    He was plainly caught in his own ploy.


    Theo saw Freidrech downcast demeanor and patted Freidrech¡¯s shoulder. ¡°Just be yourself. Let¡¯s give our audience a good show and enjoy this.¡± But deep inside, I think I could win this. Never thought he is not used to a larger audience.


    As for Freidrech, his self-confidence plummeted. The thought of chickening out was so tempting and making him nuts.


    Geez, I might end up losing if I can¡¯t get ahold of myself.


    He exhaled a good amount of air and let his observant eyes wandered to divert his mind. Hoping to release his tension.


    Nevertheless, as they walked in the inner area, his footsteps abruptly stopped.


    The whole place was fully packed with thousands of people. Spectators filled the ten bleachers from top to bottom.


    Freidrech wanted to faint.

 The Battle Begins

    As they walked in, the whole stadium echoed with the cheering for their prince.


    But Freidrech couldn''t hear the cheers. His mind went blank when he saw a large number of people present. Beads of cold sweat began forming on his forehead.


    Then Sir Riquier and some soldiers in casual clothes called out across them. "Boy, we''re excited about this battle. We''re here to cheer for you and Prince Theodrech."


    "I already bet for you yesterday, kid, so you gotta win this," one of the knights said as well. More hollers resounded from their side, warming Freidrech''s blood and loosening his tension.


    "Prince Theodrech, win this and make him your slave, so we can spank that kid''s butt," one of Prince Theo''s guards shouted. Waves of laughter and jeering followed after, making the people''s mood lighter.


    Theo waved back to them, sending more cheers and whistles. Freidrech smiled too. He couldn''t deny, he was touched by this bunch of rowdy soldiers.


    As for the spectators, after witnessing the knights support on Freidrech, their interest on this challenger increased. Yet, there were a few who would not stop wagging their vulgar and dirty tongue from saying unpleasant statements and reached Freidrech''s ears.


    "The peasant had the gall to walk in that door with Prince Theodrech as if he was also from the royal family."


    "Just because Prince Theodrech was kind to him, he now thought he was a prince as well. He''s a true sucker and an asshole."


    The comments struck Freidrech''s ego. A seed of doubt found its way in him and buried itself in his subconsciousness. He began doubting Theo''s true intentions for befriending him.


    While Freidrech was mulling over his doubts, guilt began troubling Theo when he heard the belittling hushes from the students.


    He couldn''t deny his mistake for overlooking the possible outcome for letting Freidrech passed through the exclusive door for the royal family. He should have known better. Just like Freidrech said, "It is not the norm." People won''t easily accept anything out of the norm.


    Besides, he now realized it was unfair to Freidrech to have the battle in the school arena. At most, he was now ashamed for rejoicing after learning Freidrech was not used to a large crowd.


    His face turned to crimson; he was angry with himself. Theo could not believe he placed his new friend in a disadvantage due to his incompetence as a leader.If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    Freidrech was restless. He had to hear a clear explanation from Theo before the battle would start. "Your Highness,¡­" but before he could continue, Theo interjected.


    "I''m sorry, Freidrech. It''s my mistake. I didn''t see this coming¡­" he said. "Let me handle this but don''t let those people bother you."


    Freidrech saw Theo''s genuine concern and felt relieved.


    ''So, it was not intentional.''


    "Thank you. I really appreciate it," said Freidrech.


    Then Theo went to the students'' area and explained.


    While Freidrech was alone in the middle of the hall, he closed his eyes and meditated in silence.


    ''I imposed the challenge, so I must face this. Pops said I must never cower in every challenge I make. I must not disgrace him now as the son of the honored Griftein Knight Louvel Gerboud. Prince Theodrech is also standing with me. Win or lose, I will continue.''


    After that short self-reflection, all of his nervousness and worries slowly diminished.


    While Freidrech was in this state, Theo turned around and saw him. He smiled, relieved as well.


    Out of a sudden, an announcement sounded from the door where they entered.


    "His Majesties King Thierri and Queen Reyhaenna have arrived."


    The king walked in with the queen in their splendor.


    Then more announcements about the princes and their princesses arrival but Theo''s father and mother were not among them. He stood in silence beside Freidrech.


    The king caught a glimpse of the two and smiled at them before he brought the queen to their designated chairs. The rest followed behind them.


    The last one who came in from another door was the academy''s headmaster wearing a red coat. He gestured to an elder and the latter went to the two youths and instructed them to seat in their allotted seats, facing each other in the middle.


    Freidrech was in his best behavior. Still nervous, but not as much as when they entered.


    Now, he could observe the whole audience with less tension.


    He noticed the sitting arrangements base on a person''s status. Those nearest to the arena were the nobles. Next on the way up he believed were the students out from the logo on their coats. It was the same crest in Theo''s insignia.


    Men wearing dark blue outfit, equipped with weapons, enclosed the inner circle while a few stood at random on the bleachers.


    The headmasterstood between them. He turned at the king''s direction and bowed.


    "Your Majesties, King Thierri, Queen Rayhaenna. Your Highness Prince Lowis, Prince Theodrech¡­," he continued to name all princes and princesses present.


    In response, the king stood and gave a short speech and waved at the headmaster. "Let the battle begins," said King Thierri.


    "Thank you, Your Majesty. Very well, as the Headmaster of this academy, I will stand as the judge for the Riddle Battle. Before we start, I will lay the rules and each one of you must abide with this. Disobedience will not be tolerated. The rules are simple. Both must submit ten riddles with the answers. Each answer must be relevant to its corresponding riddle. Both of you will take turns giving your riddles and same with when presenting your answer. Every answer is final. So consider it well."


    He paused and looked at the two if they understood before he continued.


    "If one passes or makes a wrong answer then it will be a point against him. The one who reaches ten points first will win. I won''t tolerate any mock games here. Both of you must uphold this sacred arena where the greatest philosophers and kings of Xaviel had once stood. Are we clear?"


    "Yes, Headmaster." The two bowed. Two students gave them each a set of paper and a magic feather quill pen.


    "You may start writing your riddles now."

 No Ink, Not Simple

    Theo began writing his riddles while Freidrech only stared at the quill. The headmaster saw him and confused with his actions.


    "Boy, you better start now."


    "Ah, um" Freidrech stammered, scratching his head. "Uh, you see, I can''t use magic. A simple quill and ink will do."


    Gasps and ridicules were heard from the bleachers.


    "The challenger can''t wield any magic?" said a handsome man sitting at the commoner''s bleachers.


    "So he''s one of those unfortunate ones but had the guts to face a strong magic wielder, our Prince Theodrech," said a student who looked up highly at Theo.


    Freidrech hated this kind of atmosphere the most. There''s nothing wrong for not having the ability to use magic. Besides, this was a school, why couldn''t they produce a bottle of ink? Why only use a magic quill when almost half of the population of this nation were like him?


    His tolerance to such kind of treatment was totally low but for now, he had to remain calm. He looked at the headmaster, waiting to help him.


    The headmaster felt terrible. No one told him about Freidrech''s lack of affinity with magic.


    "I''m sorry, young man. We were not informed of your difficulty. Please wait for a while," said Lord Rhabras.


    "Thank you, Sire."


    "Hey, boy, if you have difficulty writing then leave. Don''t waste our time, you powerless imbecile," said the same handsome man at the bleachers.


    "What''s with this guy?" The commoners looked at the man with indignation and those near him moved to sit somewhere else. However, the man didn''t care.


    From the first the man opened his mouth hurling insults, Theo thought of rebuking the guy but the king coughed behind him, so he remained silent and held in his anger as he balled a fist.


    As time went on, the ink didn''t arrive. Stirrings and chatting started at the audience.


    Freidrech felt daggers thrown at him from the audience''s boring stares and made him desperate. Hence, he decided to take matters in his own hands. He scanned the crowd around, trying to find the person he saw holding something he could use now. There, a lady sitting with the students.


    "Headmaster, Sir," Freidrech said and slightly bowed. "Please allow me to ask a few items from a lady for my writing material."


    "Who might that lady be and what items?" asked Lord Rhabras.


    "That lady and the items are the flowers with her." Freidrech pointed a girl wearing a coat with the school logo with a bunch of red flowers on her arm.The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    "It''s Lady Verlouise," shouted a male student.


    Everyone''s eyes went to Lady Verlouise and to the flowers he mentioned. Those were tiny red flowers with red stalks.


    The girl looked down on the flowers and back at him with her eyebrows raised.


    "Miss, please allow this poor fellow to have your flowers," said Freidrech.


    "This one? How can you use this?" said Lady Verlouise, pointing at the item.


    "I''ll show it to you once I have it."


    Lady Verlouise adventurous and curious spirit was ignited. "Okay," she said and handed the flowers to a helper who gave it to Freidrech.


    "Thank you," said Freidrech and gave a gentleman''s bow.


    All eyes were now on him, waiting for what he''d do next.


    Freidrech cut one of the flower heads and a red liquid oozed out from the cut stalk. He hurriedly dipped the quill on the liquid. A red tint was seen on the quill as he raised it. With that, Freidrech started writing and dipped again until he was done.


    The lady and the people were impressed. Theo gave Freidrech a thumbs up. The king smiled. There was no need for him to intervene.


    Unbeknownst to them, the boy assigned to get the ink was unconscious in the supply room and a rope tied around his hands and feet.


    ---- o ----


    Lord Rhabras studied the riddles and nodded in approval.


    "We''ll give the visitor the honor to give his first riddle." Lord Rhabras lifted his arm toward Freidrech.


    Freidrech stood and breathed deep. "Thank you, headmaster. Here''s my first riddle. Voiceless it cries and wingless it flutters, toothless it bites and mouthless it mutters. What is it?"


    Theodrech stood. "It is simple. The answer is the wind," he said with a triumphant smile. The audience gave loud applause and Theo waved a hand in acknowledgment.


    "It''s Prince Theodrech''s turn," said the headmaster.


    Theo faced Freidrech and filled the arena with his booming voice. "Say my name and I disappear. Who am I?"


    Before the audience could cheer again, Freidrech shouted. "Silence!"


    The audience''s cheers abruptly ceased. Total silence filled the stadium. The loud cheers became a quiet annoyance. No one was smiling.


    The knights shook their heads in disagreement. Theo was stunned speechless.


    The spectators expected the king to imprison this boy.


    Only four persons did not think the same way. Rather, these four were interested in how Freidrech would resolve this problem he made.


    Then Freidrech quickly added, "Is the answer."


    "Correct," said Theo with a sigh, feeling exhausted. In his mind, he was strangling Freidrech in anger for the little drama.


    The audience slowly regained their composure. Eventually, the knights saw this hilarious and roared in laughter.


    "I really like you, kid."


    "You, damn silly boy, almost gave me a heart attack."


    Their hollers lightened the mood. This time, no complaints or murmurings were overheard.


    Instead, the bleachers became alive. Those sitting on the topmost area whistled and clapped, supporting their fellow commoner.


    "Way to go, boy."


    "We''ll cheer for you."


    "Show ''em what ye''v got, Mister."


    The king and queen had a huge grin on their faces. They were enjoying his so-called attention-getting antics.


    Little did they know, Freidrech had cold feet when the students cheered at Theo after the latter answered his first riddle. To his convenience, the answer to Theo''s riddle was silence. Thus, he yelled all of his nervousness with it, wishing with all of his heart that the cheers would stop. And after realizing his mistake, he hurriedly added the rest of his words as a cover-up.


    Nonetheless, the crowd''s enthusiasm boiled Theo''s blood in excitement. He enjoyed the battle all the more. His desire to win accelerated.


    Prince Lowis, the king''s eldest son, started to plan on how to recruit Freidrech.


    There was another one who had a glint in his eye. He was none other but the Headmaster, Lord Rhabras.


    "This boy is not simple. His future is very bright. To be exact, the brightness covered my power of foresight," said Lord Rhabras.

 What Could Be Harder

    "My second riddle. You can swallow me, but I can consume you too. What am I?" said Freidrech.


    "Hmm, I can swallow food but can''t swallow me. But pride can. Am I right?" Theo said with ease.


    Freidrech returned the smile and nodded. The nobles and the students went into cheers.


    "You''re a worthy opponent, Freidrech," said Theo.


    That informal address perked the ears of the nobles and other princes. It was a shocking revelation to know this ambitious young Prince Theodrech had befriended this boy from a lowly background. This gave them a hint to investigate Freidrech''s identity.


    "I''m honored, Your Highness. It''s your turn," said Freidrech.


    "Okay, ready Freidrech? Here''s my second riddle. For now, I must stay under the man who made me, but when he dies I''ll be as powerful as he. They will watch and listen to what I say and some of their money to me they''ll pay. Who am I?"


    "Your Highness, are you talking about yourself, a prince?" replied Freidrech.


    "Haha, great. Your turn," said Theo with a smirk.


    The commoners and soldiers made a loud noise. Some stomped their feet while the others whistled or shouted, "Yes."


    Their support gave a relaxing mental massage on Freidrech. He was also enjoying the prince''s playfulness and thought it was time to use his harder riddles to win this battle.


    "Be ready, your highness. From this riddle onward, the difficulty will go one step higher."


    That declaration was a laughable one for Theo. Last night, he did an eleventh-hour study with the royal librarians. They brought out the hardest riddles they could find, and he memorized them one by one. What else was there which could be considered harder?


    "Go ahead. Let me hear these difficult riddles of yours," said Theo, unflustered.


    "Third riddle. The rich needs it, the poor have it. The foolish have it, the wise discard of it."


    Theo went silent. Indeed, he had to admit this one was difficult. He had not read this one. Even if he did, he couldn''t recall it at all.


    ''Not all rich people have everything but what else do they need that the poor have? And to think, the foolish has it but the wise chose to discard?


    ''Foolishness is what the wise discards but the rich do not need it. The poor might have it but no rich man needs foolishness?''


    The crowd was also having a hard time coming up an answer on their own. Everyone was in deep contemplation.


    The time was moving fast but Theo couldn''t think of an answer. He had no choice but to give up on this one.


    He looked straight at Freidrech, who showed a ''told you'' smile at him.


    This fired up Theo. ''This guy, he''s really enjoying my frustration. You watch out, I''ll get you in my next riddle.''


    "I pass. It''s your win this time," said Theo.


    Ohs and Ahs echoed in the stadium. They couldn''t believe the prince passed. The commoners erupted with resounding shouts, cheering for their contender Freidrech.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    "One point for the guest," announced a man sitting beside the headmaster. The people on the lower bleachers'' clapped lifelessly out of politeness.


    "Your turn then, Your Highness," Freidrech said.


    "I''m at the beginning of time and part of the past, present, and future. I''m part of history, but not of here and now. In a moment you''ll find me if you know what I am. What am I?"


    At this moment, Freidrech''s face became serious as well. That riddle was new to him.


    He had been studying riddles since young for enjoyment with the village people or to win a plate of his favorite food from the owner of a tavern. Some customers also enjoyed such games and gambled. He even won a few coins for himself.


    However, this one was absolutely hard for him.


    "The prince is wise for choosing that riddle. I pass as well."


    "One point each," said the scorer.


    "Waaa!!" The crowd cried and followed by loud applause. The excitement grew. Who would win?


    "Oh, I never expected that but I''m glad." Theo waved his hand to Freidrech a cue that it was his turn. Somehow, deep inside, he sighed in relief. He thought he would constantly lose.


    "Fourth riddle. It is worth a life but also cheap. It has freedom but enslaved," said Freidrech.


    ''Come on, another hard one? Can you give me some slack?'' thought Theo, but his face gave a slight smile. He lowered his head to cover his irritation.


    "Pass," Theo said to hasten the pace, hoping he could answer the following riddles.


    "Two for the guest, one for the prince," said the scorer.


    At present, the high-spirited contenders'' felt the urgency to beat the other in the shortest time possible.


    "I look east and I couldn''t find it. I look west and there it is. What is it?" asked Theo.


    Freidrech smiled, enjoying knowing the prince was not that easy to topple. This was the first for him for not having a winning streak.


    "I admit, this one is tough. Your point, Your Highness."


    The pro-Theo cheered aloud.


    The scorer was also happy for the prince. "Yes, the prince also got two points."


    "I have seas with no waters, coasts with no sand, towns without people and mountains with no land," said Freidrech.


    Theo smiled. "That is a map."


    Freidrech nodded.


    "Guest, two points. Prince, three points."


    Gasping resonated from the commoner''s side. Cheers from the pro-Theo side.


    ''This can''t be happening,'' thought Freidrech but his mouth said another thing. "Congratulations, Your Highness."


    "What is as light as a feather, but even the world''s strongest man couldn''t hold it more than a minute?" Theo was on the roll. He couldn''t wait for more, and he needed to win this.


    "Your breath," said Freidrech. He was happy to get another point, while Theo was burning to recover the lost point.


    "Both, three points."


    "My sixth riddle. I began walking and completed a downward path in six steps but every step took me longer than you would think. Afterward, I walked another curve but upward this time and, the same way, it only took me another six steps but how much further I walk, I''ll always go back to where I began. What am I?"


    Theo screamed inside his head. ''Whaaat? Give me a break.'' But his mouth said, "You''ve really prepared yourself for this. Or perhaps, is the battle of riddles common in your village?"


    "Probably, probably not," said Freidrech with a sly smile.


    "Anyway, I pass again." Theo''s anxiousness rose higher. The cheers from the lower seats paused but those at the top became louder.


    "Thank you, Your Highness."


    "Don''t thank me. It''s not I''m skipping on purpose." Theo''s voice had a slight sign of irritation.


    "I apologize. Your turn, my prince."


    While they were talking, the scorer looked at them back and forth, waiting for them to pause for him.


    When they''d settled, the scorer hurriedly spoke, "Guest, four points. Prince, three points," and wiped his head from perspiration.


    At this point in time, the students began considering Fredrech''s background and had a bit change of heart.


    "He seems educated."


    "His manner of speaking and the way he carried himself are quite the opposite of what the rumor said."


    More favorable murmurings in the background, while the two were in full concentration to outsmart the other.


    "I can bring tears to your eyes and a smile on your face. I form in an instant and last for a lifetime, but I can be forgotten. What am I?" said Theo.


    Unexpectedly, Freidrech felt a pang of pain in his chest when he heard the riddle''s wordings. It brought back the tragic incident months ago. He breathed deep to ease the pain.


    Theo and the rest who knew Freidrech''s background felt his pain as they saw his reaction. It shamed Theo for his insensitivity.


    "I''m sorry, I don''t mean to¡­," said Theo as he was about to move forward but Freidrech looked up and smiled.


    "I''m fine, Your Highness. The answer is a memory."


    "Guest, five points. Prince, three points," said the scorer.

 Saved For Last

    Theo smiled back. His amazement with his challenger''s resilience grew by the minute. The king and the headmaster were utterly impressed. Prince Lowis'' desire to have Freidrech in his circle heightened.


    "Your turn," said Theo with high spirits. The excitement rushed through him and the crowd caught up. Cheers began to rumble but they were now chanting names.


    "Prince Theodrech, Prince Theodrech." "Freidrech, Freidrech, Freidrech, Freidrech."


    It was Freidrech''s turn to be amazed. He never expected half of the crowd, of which a good number of them were students, would side with him. To hear his name shouted inspired him. His confidence to win doubled.


    "First, you take hold of me and kiss me on the lips. You say you''ll always bring me with you, in your merry days. You make me drink your wine, with passion you stirred me. As long as you''re in the mood, your strong fingers will keep me steady," said Freidrech.


    Theodrech and the crowd cracked up. In their ears, the riddle was so poetic and romantic. It could be considered as a love confession.


    Prince Theo teased Freidrech. "Sorry, I prefer ladies, not a boy."


    Another peal of laughter from the crowd.


    "I''m into girls too, but if you won''t answer this, you''ll lose," said Freidrech.


    The more the listeners convulsed into laughter.


    "Man, you''re surely in the mood for hard riddles. I pass. Now, hear my next riddle."


    Theo''s statement increased the chants at the bleachers.


    The scorer opened his mouth to announce but the chants interrupted him.


    "Theodrech, Theodrech." "Freidrech, Freidrech."


    "You measure my life in hours and I serve you by expiring. I''m quick when I''m thin and slow when I''m fat. The wind is my enemy," said Theo.


    "What is a candle?" answered Freidrech.


    "Guest, seven points." The scorer was sad for the prince and didn''t mention his score.


    Those who sided on Freidrech cheered very loud. While those for the prince turned mummed.


    One of them couldn''t help it but shouted to cheer the prince. "Prince, you can do it. Come on, people. Cheer for our Prince Theodrech, Prince Theodrech."


    Thus, the pro-Theo was enlivened and chanted once again to cheer the prince.


    "If you have me, you want to share me. If you share me, you haven''t got me. What am I?" said Freidrech.


    "A secret," said Theodrech.


    "Yes, another point for the prince. Guest eight, Prince four," shouted the scorer, chiming with the crowd.


    Somehow, it didn''t bother Freidrech. His mind was focused on winning. ''Just two more and I''ll win.''


    "I woke you early yesterday, so you get annoyed and decided to eat me today. Who am I?" said Theo.


    Freidrech was silent. He lowered his head to think. Then looked back at the prince. "I pass."If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    "Ah." The commoners sounded a deflated sigh.


    "Yes, five points for the prince, eight points for the guest. You can do it, Prince," shouted the scorer.


    The pro-Theo''s cheers intensified. Somehow, one of the pro-Freidrech got pissed with the scorer. "Hey! You''re a scorer. Don''t take sides or even think of manipulating the score," the man shouted from the bleachers.


    The scorer stood and lifted a fist to the source of the shout. "Don''t you dare accuse me. I''m supporting the prince but still honest with the scoring," said the scorer with a high-pitched voice.


    Everyone laughed as they watched the poor scorer''s reaction.


    "Okay, continue," said the headmaster, stopping the jest. He was sorry for the scorer, who was none other than his own secretary.


    The scorer sat in righteous indignation with his chin pointing upward.


    The battle continued between the two.


    "What building has the most stories?" said Freidrech.


    "The library," answered Theo.


    "I''m silent if wished, I''m noisy when I''m at ease, I''ll run if desired, I''m still at night. What am I?" Theodrech spoke right ahead, trying to gain momentum as he disrupted the audience''s cheers.


    Freidrech became silent. Another hard question. He considered the details: silent-wished, noisy-at ease, run-desired, still at night.


    What''s still at night? What''s noisy when at ease? He asked all the questions and answered it in his mind but still, he was not sure with the answer he came up with.


    Well, there''s nothing wrong of guessing. Besides, he still had one more riddle left and the score was in his favor. "A man''s feet," said Freidrech.


    Silence¡­


    The whole audience waited for Theodrech''s response.


    Theodrech finally answered after much consideration. "Wrong. The answer is lacking."


    "Oh," gasped Freidrech, regretting not including the word ''moving'' to his answer. He turned his gaze at the headmaster. "Am I allowed to add to the answer?"


    "No, our rule says, every answer is final," said the headmaster. Theo clenched his fist in victory.


    The pro-Freidrech sounded their disappointment but shrugged it off. Anyway, one last difficult riddle and their boy would win.


    While the pro-Theodrech had huge smiles on their faces and gave the prince a big round of applause, believing their Prince Theodrech had another chance to turn the tables in his favor.


    Freidrech only smiled and looked deep into the eyes of Theodrech. "Okay, your highness. My tenth riddle. This one is quite long. So, listen well. I''ll repeat it for you but only once." He paused and proceeded after he saw Theo''s nod.


    Freidrech had saved this for last, the most difficult riddle he personally made.


    "In the kingdom called Justice, a king named Just ruled the land. Then came the king''s birthday and decided to give three prisoners a chance to be freed. These three were imprisoned for falsely accusing the crown prince.


    "The king told the prisoners to join a game. This game would determine if they will remain in prison or be freed. The game required them to tell the truth and nothing but the truth. The king would ask a question and each one would write their answer on a piece of paper given to each of them.


    "The King asked, "Who is the person you want to be freed today?" Then each one wrote their answers. The king then told his helpers to stick the paper on every writer''s back and send them into three separate rooms.


    "The king told his men to bring two of the prisoners back to his presence. Then told his trustworthy attendant to whisper a question to the two and both would whisper their answers back to the guard. The question was, "What is the name written on the other person''s back?" Both told their answers in a hushed tone. Then the last one was brought in and was asked the same way. He gave his answer in the same manner. However, the result, no one was freed that day. Why?"


    Freidrech repeated the riddle but slower this time. After speaking, he sat back to his chair. His feet got tired of standing the whole duration. At the same time, he needed to rest his rigid nerves.


    He hoped he would win and asked a favor to the king, but he also had no regrets if he loses. When he said he was willing to bow and be a slave, he was ready to do it.


    Either way, he would start his life and try to adapt to his situation. And also, find a way to know the truth of how the Naymagi entered his village. There might be a conspiracy in play.


    On the other hand, Theodrech was having a hard time. If he couldn''t answer this one then it could be over for him. He didn''t know the answer, but he still wished to try. Anyway, the expected answer would require a long explanation.


    "Here is my answer. No one was freed that day because the prisoners didn''t tell the truth that they can''t read or write. When they were asked to write, they only scribbled anything on the paper. When they were asked to read, they mentioned their own names. And the king saw their pride, their unwillingness to admit. So they were sent back to their prison cells."


    The audience agreed with Theo''s answer. It was pretty logical.


    At this moment, Theo looked at the king hoping to see a sign of agreement with his answer, but the old man''s face remained stoic.


    Silence¡­


    Every person''s attention was on Freidrech, waiting for him to speak.

 The Two Drechs

    Freidrech felt conflicted so he asked the headmaster for guidance.


    "I won''t deny, your answer is nearer to the right answer, Your Highness. So I want to ask the headmaster for his judgment. Here is the right answer, they all lied. Since the three of them wanted to be freed, they wrote their own names on the paper. When they were asked to read the names, they lied by mentioning their names instead. That''s why no one was freed."


    Silence¡­


    Everyone looked straight to the headmaster, waiting for his verdict.


    After a long wait, the headmaster stood.


    "Prince Theodrech''s answer is somewhat nearer to the right answer but he emphasized more on not admitting their inadequacy than the real problem which was lying for their own gains, which is a severe case. So, his answer can''t be considered equal to the right answer," said Lord Rhabras.


    Suddenly, someone started to clap. Everyone turned their heads to the person. It was the king.


    "Good job, a well-thought riddle," said King Thierri as he stood, still clapping. The spectators followed suit and gave a big hand.


    After everyone settled, the headmaster announced, "The prince will now give his last riddle and the score is nine points in favor of Freidrech and seven points for the prince. If Freidrech can''t give the right answer, we will go for a tie-breaking riddle, of which I''ll provide. It''s your turn now, Prince Theodrech."


    All eyes were now on Theo. Whether this would break him or open a way for a tie-breaker chance.


    Theodrech didn''t speak yet. He remained silent for a while. His heart was pumping like crazy. This could be the end if Freidrech could answer this one.


    He breathed deep. ''Here we go. Please don''t answer it. Go for a tie. I begged you,'' he prayed.


    "We hurt without moving. We poison without touching. We bear the truth and the lies. We are not to be judged by our size. What are we?" asked Theodrech.


    The whole stadium was completely still, a simple cough or a foot''s rustle could be heard.


    Even Theodrech could hear his heart drumming in his chest.


    Then Freidrech smiled, a heaping one¡­


    As they saw his smile, the pro-Freidrech''s faces brightened and their hands were itching to clap because they thought that it meant he knew the right answer. While the pro-Theodrechs were beginning to lose hope. A few covered their faces and on the verge of crying, but most were dejected but they still prayed he would say the wrong answer.


    Theo thought he understood what that smile meant. He was crestfallen and about to say congratulations, but¡­


    "Let''s go to the tie-breaking riddle. I can''t guess the answer," said Freidrech.


    The whole stadium instantly exploded in an uproar, displaying various types of emotions. Some screamed, a few cried, a handful was bewildered, others were shocked, but most of the audience burst into laughter. Then wild clapping filled the place and could be heard even blocks away.


    "Damn, you, boy. It was a nerve-wracking wait," said one of the enjoying noblemen. Then he felt the boring stares of the people beside him and went red in shame for speaking similar to an uncultured person while in the company of his equals.


    Theo threw his hands up and yelled out the tension building inside him. Nevertheless, he admitted, this was the most enjoyable brain battle he ever experienced.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    "Everyone, let''s not dally. Let''s go for the tie-breaking riddle," said the Lord Rhabras.


    Out of the blue, the king intervened. "Lord Rhabras, I believe this is enough for today. The two had proven themselves and I pronounce them both as victors."


    "Huh?" "Wait." "No." The spectators sighed in unison. They wanted more.


    The king snickered upon hearing it. Still, "This is in consideration to the boy, Freidrech. He still needs more rest after his long journey." The king then looked at Lord Rhabras and the latter understood.


    "As the king has said, this riddle battle is officially closed. Let''s show our appreciation to our two brainy-contenders for giving us this exciting event by giving them a standing ovation."


    All the people stood and thunderous applause rang in the whole stadium.


    "Congratulations!" said Prince Theo as he approached his opponent and shook hands.


    "Congratulations to you, too, Your Highness."


    "Uh huh." Theodrech shook his head as he wagged a finger at Freidrech. "You promised, you''ll call me Theo from now on."


    "Haha, fine, Theo."


    Theo pulled the other and gave him a good hug. "Welcome to Griftein Veimu, Fred. Fred is good, right?"


    "Fine by me."


    "Good, good, because I hate to call you Freid, though it means free spirit, it also rhymes with afraid."


    The two cracked up with the comparison.


    While the two were busy in their own world, the whole stadium was still in pandemonium. The commoners and the soldiers'' sides were the loudest chanting their names.


    "Theodrech, Freidrech, Theodrech, Freidrech."


    "Hail to the two Drechs," said one of the knights and the spectators echoed, "Hail to the two Drechs."


    The chanting became louder and faster.


    Then the king broke into a hearty laugh, enough to overwhelm the rejoicing noise.


    "I love this type of battle. Let''s do this again," said the king with exhilaration as he lifted his hands wide open. Deafening clappings, whistlings, and shouting in glee charged their ears as the people expressed their excitement with the announcement.


    "I agree. Make this an annual festival for the school and open for all students to participate," said the queen to the headmaster.


    "Perhaps, a city festival, Your Majesty. Every citizen, regardless of his status in society can participate and win a tempting prize to encourage the children and youngsters to study," said the headmaster.


    "Yeah, grandpa. That will be brilliant. I believe the children will be excited with the idea," said another young prince.


    "We can have the academy to plan for this," the king said to Lord Rhabras.


    The headmaster bowed in acceptance of his assignment. "As you wish, Your Majesty." Then, he looked up. "All the students go back to your classes." Yet, a group of students started to flock around Freidrech but the blue-suit guys blocked them away.


    During the commotion, someone in the audience suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, what is the prize for the winners today?"


    "Yes, Father. You promised to announce it today," chimed Prince Lowis, who was on his way to the king ready to suggest a prize for Freidrech.


    However, the king gestured Prince Lowis to step aside to give room for the king''s adviser.


    "Boy, come here," commanded the king to Freidrech.


    Freidrech obeyed and walked near the king. The people stopped on their tracks to watch.


    "Come closer and kneel."


    Freidrech bent a knee in front of the king. The king raised his hand to the adviser, who handed him a scroll. King Thierri kissed the scroll and it unfurled on its own. Then floated above Freidrech''s head.


    "From this day forth, you are no longer the chief of Wrilon village. Thus, you will bear a new name. From now on you will be called Freidrech Gerboud of Amberdrift. Your first assignment as the young Lord of the house of Amberdrift will be to become Prince Theodrech of Xaeviel''s study companion. . ."


    "What?!?" shouted Freidrech as he looked up abruptly to the king. His desire was to become the Royal Academy''s Headmaster''s apprentice, not a prince''s nanny.


    "Preposterous. How dare you speak disrespectfully to the king," the king''s adviser shouted.


    Freidrech panicked. He acted out of impulse. His unbound behavior in the village kicked in and forgot the proper protocol in front of the king. He bowed lower but still kneeling.


    "I''m sorry for my disrespectfulness, Your Majesty. That was uncalled for. Please forgive me," said the shrinking Freidrech.


    The king stood with his full authority in his towering height in front of the kneeling youngster.


    "I don''t mind your lack of decorum, but I do mind your reaction. Why? Is it undesirable to become my grandson''s study companion? Do you resent my reward and all the privileges that come with it?" the king said with a voice as calm as still water to the spectator''s ear.


    However, what pervaded Freidrech''s ear made him flinched and shudder in fear. It was like a combination of a fearsome roar of a lion and a heavy shrieking of an eagle, trying to subdue not just his body but also his spirit to submit. For the first time, Freidrech felt the immensity of the Xaeviel king''s power.


    ''Is this the power of the Griftein King of which Popa told me before?''

 The Kings Scheme

    The most terrifying thing was, he saw the king''s shadow transformed into an enormous griffin, with head and wings of an eagle, and body and feet of a lion, walking toward him, even though the king''s feet didn''t move a single step.


    To see Freidrech in this forced position broke King Thierri''s heart. If not for a profound reason, he would have let things slide. Even if this incident didn''t happen, he would still do this on a different occasion.


    ''I must do this for his own protection,'' thought the king.


    While the king was concealing his real feelings, Freidrech was struggling. With each step the Griftein shadow made, an invisible weight was pressing his shoulders, pushing him down to prostrate. Beads of sweat began forming on Freidrech''s body. His legs started to wobble, but Freidrech would not give in. He gritted his teeth and fought it with all his strength.


    His father''s words rang back in his ears. "The blood of your great ancestors runs in your veins. Don''t easily bow down to anyone, or accept suppression by any being, not even from a monarch, unless you pledge your allegiance to him. Also, giving in to oppression is directly telling the oppressor that you''re easy prey and open for manipulation."


    Freidrech knew he had to survive this subjugation from the king.


    As the weight was almost unbearable, he began screaming in his mind and would audibly yell out any second, when all of a sudden, a cold sensation burst out from his heart but as fast as it came, it also vanished as soon as he was released from the oppressive weight. The shadow Griftein instantly reverted back into a human shape.


    Beforehand, the king thought the power he displayed was significantly enough and it was time to retract the oppressing weight, but, unexpectedly, before he could do so, he saw a light exploded from Freidrech''s chest. The king abruptly cut-off the Griftein power.


    However, that light from Freidrech sent a fragment of backlash to the king''s brain, numbing it a little, but he persistently stood.


    The headmaster also saw that light and hurriedly stood behind the king and summoned his healing power. The king''s guards did the same but in a discreet manner.


    Sir Averardus and the other Griftein Knights, including the generals stood by in alert, ready to provide aid if needed.


    What they witnessed was a total mystery. It never occurred to them that Freidrech, who had no affinity to any magic, had this hidden power to repel the majestic authority given to the Griftein king of Xaeviel, whereof other kingdom''s monarchs avoided a direct confrontation.


    Somehow, while these things took place, the spectators did not notice the tormenting shadow Griftein or the light. They only saw Freidrech sweating hard and slowly slouching down on the ground.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.


    "Look at this ignorant peasant. He became dumb and humble facing the king," one of the nobles sitting near the princes voiced his mockery.


    "Every male child in this kingdom wished to be our study companion and to live a fancy life in the palace, but this imbecile¡­," one of the princes added fire to the mocking.


    "How could he reject such a reward. Well, I don''t mind if he''ll give it to me," said a student.


    Nonetheless, Freidrech did not hear any of those ridicules. His mind was in the cool and calming sensation which erupted from his heart and released him from the heavy oppression. At the same time, a lot of questions spawned in his mind that were unsettling unless answered.


    Although the oppression was lifted, he remained kneeling as a sign of respect to the king.


    Then the headmaster saw Freidrech in a daze. From there, he understood this young man probably had no notion on what he had done to the king. Or probably, he was not in control of that power.


    In a way, he knew this boy was lost in his thoughts, and he coughed, wakening Freidrech. Without delay, he stomped his foot and red light, which only Freidrech could see, ran on the floor toward the latter.


    While his head bowed down, Freidrech saw words materialized on the floor, telling him to speak.


    Fortunately, Freidrech could formulate a short speech in a nick of time. He gulped and opened his mouth. "You misunderstood, Your Majesty. This humble servant was unprepared to be given such privileges and blurted out in surprise. I''m greatly honored to be the prince''s study companion."


    On the other hand, Theodrech was full of vim and vigor. He couldn''t contain his delight that in the end, Freidrech was still under his leadership. He thought he would lose this smart guy after ending the battle in a tie. Instead, his gain was even better.


    As a matter of fact, this was his grandfather''s generous gift, whatever the outcome of the battle. And it did not disappoint him.


    As for Freidrech, he waited for the king''s reply but the king was only silent. He was fidgety, thinking his statement was not enough to appease the king.


    So, he thought he had to speak more to show his sincerity.


    "Please forgive me for my unrestrained behavior, your majesty. I promised it won''t happen again. I also want to express my wholehearted gratitude to be chosen as Prince Theodrech''s study companion," Freidrech said in a respectful tone.


    Thankfully, King Thierri was now back in shape and was pleased with the boy''s effort to appease him.


    "Good, then stand up and accept the decree," said the king.


    Freidrech stood and pulled the floating scroll. "Thank you, your majesty. I will do my best to assist his Highness as his study companion."


    "No need to trouble yourself more. Just be yourself and enjoy each other''s company," said the king with an overly courteous smile, creeping Freidrech out.


    Then the true meaning of that creepy smile dawned on him.


    ''AHHH, what a shame. I''ve let myself be caught in the king''s web from the very beginning.''


    He thought he had the upper hand when he challenged Theodrech, but he was stupidly wrong.


    The king left, satisfied with the outcome. He was actually thankful to Freidrech for issuing the challenge. Through this, his adviser, the nobles, and the people had no viable reason to complain when he reinstated Freidrech his true name, manor, and as the prince''s study companion because he had proven his worth.


    In some way, only Freidrech, the king, and of course, including the headmaster, understood the king''s scheme. From sending Sir Riquier and a whole squadron to escort Freidrech, to the villa where the greenwood was placed, and to the awarding of his new surname and task.


    It was all planned by King Thierri to protect and return what was due to Freidrech and to assist Theodrech to ascend the throne someday.


    Somehow, that outburst of power from Freidrech was a disturbing matter.

 Side Story: Anthology of the Griffin Nation

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    Griffin Anthology


    The Mighty Gryfon Nation


    A simultaneous blast of a thousand trumpets awakened the beings from different races from their slumber.


    Overflowing excitement filled the air.


    Everyone ran out in haste to catch the generous gifts dropped by the flying human griffins from the clear morning sky. These were magical rainbow flowers that could heal all ailments.


    The grandiose performances displayed the Gryfon nation''s joyous celebration for their crown prince''s birth.


    The human griffins'' were revered beings.


    Their bodies resembled the humans but shiny scales covered their forearms and feet, while their fingers and toes had hidden sharp claws.


    They have human faces but their eyes had the superior eyesight of an eagle and ears with the exceptional hearing of a bat.


    Their wings vary in color, distinguishing their profession from birth.


    The white-winged human griffins, wielding supernatural might were Vanguard Knights. Next in line in the army were the agile grey winged, possessing half of the white''s abilities.


    Red-winged were born mages.


    Yellow-winged had profound intellects and assigned in political ranks.


    Black-winged filled other jobs like miners, office clerk, and others.


    Though designated in distinct positions, discrimination did not exist.


    While the king bore the countenance of an eagle, his body had the shape of a lion. However, what was terrifying was that he could transform into a human or a Griffin in an instant.


    The birth of a Griffin king remained a mystery. Only one successor was born from any family to undergo the tutelage of its predecessor.


    Other races feared and envied the Gryfonians because of their mystic abilities and their flourishing nation.


    "One should not be deceived by their angelic appearance for in reality are savages within," said the forefathers of other nations.


    But these were all lies fabricated by greedy beings, desiring the source of the powers of the Griffin.


    They also craved the Gryfonians'' fertile lands which produced bountiful healing herbs and magical vegetations. Most of all, to own the overflowing divine spring water in the snowy peaks and the mines of expensive gems beneath the mountains.


    These were more than enough for other races living in a wretched state to covet what the Griyfonian''s had.


    Hence, they instilled fear which turned into hatred, imploring other races to kill human griffins whenever they saw one.


    Such misconception intensified through the years. It reached the point that the Gryfonians were shamefully used as the scapegoat for the sins of the evil ones.


    One day, a serpent king gathered several rulers from the high-born goblins, lizardines, gremlins, and other races in an open assembly.


    Deceitful King Kraitacht stood on his throne while his men dragged corpses of serpent children in the middle of the palace hall.


    "My innocent children were attacked by those monsters. It''s high time to unite and raise arms against this malicious race, or more of our children will suffer in the future."


    Therefore, the alliance orchestrated simultaneous attacks, trapping the valiant Gryfonians. However, the Gryfonians'' discipline and power wiped out the alliance instead.


    Somehow, though victors, their losses were also great.This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    Gryfon''s King Gahleth decided they leave the mountains and live somewhere far from any races.


    Henceforth, the Gryfon nation vanished overnight.


    There were rare sightings of human griffins but their whereabouts remained a mystery.


    ------- o -------


    The Fall


    Eighty years ¡­ swiftly passed.


    My Gryfon nation left the mountains of our ancestors and chose to live in these sky islands created by our late great king.


    Somehow, the price for creating these floating islands costed his early death. He died at the age of fifty, one-tenth of the common age of deaths of previous kings.


    King Thaegiarlel succeeded the throne at a tender age of ten.


    Although possessing great powers, his experience was not enough to rule the powerful Gryfonians and slowly my esteemed nation drifted away from grace.


    Insubordination and factions began. Prejudice crept in. We, the black-winged, experienced discrimination daily.


    One day, out of the misery of his failure, King Thaegiarlel fell dead, leaving some sky islands lacking the resources for us to survive.


    Unfortunately, his successor had not been born. We waited for years for the birth of our mighty griffin king to rebuild our nation back to its former glory, but he never came.


    The outcome, the majority of the Gryfonians deserted the islands. Utilizing an ancient transformation spell, we chose to live amongst humans while searching for our ancestral lands.


    The massive migration began on the ninety-secondth commemoration ceremony of the deaths of our heroic Gryfonians.


    ------- o --------


    The Gryfon King Returns


    The great Griffin Halreom, the kingdom''s sacred guardian, spread its wings to protect Lethenia''s last living prince from the raging needles thrown by the rebel''s giant knife eagle.


    After receiving multiple needles on one part of his body, its steel-like feathers parted, giving enough opening for a needle to penetrate his flesh, straight into his heart.


    Halreom sounded a high-pitched cry and hid the prince within his arms and wings before his feet staggered to kneel.


    ''Gylbart, don''t try to come out or shout. Wait for the right time. You must survive and restore our nation. Farewell, my child,'' said the Griffin in the eighteen-year-old prince''s mind.


    Gylbart heard a sigh and felt hot air engulfed his body. He had no inkling for what it was. Somehow, he cared less.


    Gylbart pounded the griffin''s chest and wailed, "Just let me die. I should be dead for being born weak and powerless," but stopped after he felt the griffin''s whole body hardened like steel, dead.


    "Halreom," he whispered and cried in silence.


    After the war, one could see a huge Griffin kneeling in the vast plains of Cardlem, the borderland between the human kingdoms of Lethenia and Dessesiah.


    However, the rebels had to secure the griffin''s corpse to their camp.


    Its body was worth a nation. Devouring the blood and flesh could transform soldiers wielding supernatural powers. The bone and feathers could be used as divine weapons.


    The rebels tried plucking its feathers or slicing and poking holes on its body using magical weapons but failed. Even the knife eagle''s needle that killed it, broke when pierced this time.


    They had no choice, but to leave it there, expecting changes thereafter.


    "Leave some men to protect it from thieves and scavengers. No one is allowed to touch it. Guard it with your life," said a man riding a white horse. His fancy attire and red cape signified his status, the rebel General.


    Gylbart knew the owner of that voice, the former Major General Malech. He insisted on producing more weapons but the king opposed, so he left the army.


    It turned out he was the rebel leader they sought.


    Gylbart swore, "I''ll kill you, bastard. Just you wait. I''ll definitely kill you."


    Suddenly, ice crystals materialized on his feet all the way to his head, sending him to sleep.


    Days passed, the griffin''s corpse remained intact, frustrating the rebels.


    A month after, Gylbart was awakened by excruciating pain in his body, somewhat like something inside was ready to explode any second.


    He screamed in agony, waking the sleeping guards in the middle of the night.


    Two protrusions formed on Gylbart''s shoulder blades, increasing the pain as he yelled.


    The guards witnessed a light emanating from within the griffin''s wings. It slowly seeped through the feathers and growing brighter by the minute.


    "Oh, no, the griffin is alive. It''s alive. It will kill us," said one of the guards, running away for his life. However, lightning struck and turned him into ashes.


    "General Malech''s instructions were clear. Those who leave, die," said the man with a glowing staff.


    "Sir Wizard, please, we beg of you. Let''s run away before it''s fully awakened," cried an older guard, kneeling in front of the wizard.


    "Don''t be afraid. I will protect...," the Wizard stopped half-way when the light escalated in an astounding speed and swallowed the griffin''s body.


    They lifted their arms and shielded their eyes.


    Then, they heard flapping wings . . . and the light subsided.


    They slowly brought down their arms and peeked. And startled to find a winged naked human while the griffin''s body disappeared.


    His snowy white wings had red feathers at the tip and a lion''s tail was on his behind. The being''s hair shimmered like gold and his eyes ablaze like fire, softening the guards'' legs in fright.


    "Ahhh, no, please, don''t kill us," begged the horrified guards, prostrating.


    "Die, you, evil beast," shouted the wizard in righteous indignation while aiming his staff. Yet, a slight gaze from the being shattered the crystal on the staff, causing the frightened wizard to faint.


    "Now, I remember everything. Halreom couldn''t leave because I''m his only successor and also this country''s prince," said Gylbart sadly.


    He then glared at the humans.


    "Tell your general, the Griffin King is back and he will establish justice in this land."


    Gylbart spread his lofty wings and flew in lightning speed, vanishing into the dark sky.


    "I''ll rebuild Gryfon nation together with Lethenia, Halreom."

 The Birth

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    Twelve years ago¡­


    Within Xaeviel''s castle, two women were ready to give birth, Lady Ermaenye and the queen''s former lady in waiting Lady Aenor.


    However, two months ago, the latter was supposedly on their way with her husband Sir Knight Louvel Gerboud to his hometown Wrilon Village to take over his ailing father''s position as the Village Chief, but Louvel had some issues to settle with the king as a Griftein Knight before leaving. Thus, the delay.


    Then when the day came for them to leave, Lady Aenor''s birthing pain began.


    She held on for a month since her labor pain''s gaps were still not that near but early morning on this day, the fifth day of the month before spring she experienced intensive pains. They were afraid she would give birth soon.


    Indeed, before the strike of dawn, she gave birth to a healthy boy.


    As the boy came out from her, an unusual phenomenon occurred.


    The cloudy sky of which about to rain opened as if someone pulled away the clouds to create an opening but no visible hand seen. From the middle of the opened sky, a vast light appeared and roiled to gain momentum and as it transformed into a blinding light, it struck down like lightning to the palace with no damaged done.


    Unknown to the outsider''s eyes, the lightning was like a living being that strolled rapidly within the halls in the chambers below and circled inside the room where Lady Aenor newly gave birth.


    Sir Louvel saw that buzzing lightning and hurriedly stood beside his wife with a sword ready in hand. However, the lightning puffed off at the bed''s side, leaving no trace behind.


    Louvel turned to check everyone and all the things inside. He also ran out of the hall and looked left and right to check but nothing odd or suspicious was in sight. He went back in and took the baby from Aenor and observed the baby for any changes that could occur after that lightning came. However, the boy was completely fine.


    But that was not all, after the lightning, something resembling a shooting star followed and fell straight toward the chamber of the pregnant Lady Ermaenye.


    The maids saw a light moved toward the sleeping pregnant princess. A maid ran and stood between the lady and the ball of light but it speedily passed through the maid and floated on top of the lady. They shouted and awakened the princess but the light flew down the floor and disappeared.


    Unknown to them, a trail of its light sunk in Lady Ermaenye''s belly.


    At this moment, the light went into another chamber below and found the tired Lady Aenor and the baby in Louvel''s arms. The light instantly dipped into the baby''s body, shocking them all as they screamed in fright.


    However, they were stunned speechless to see the baby''s body glowed as the light sunk in and subsided after. Louvel''s hands trembled to see his son''s body glowing but held the child firmly in his hands


    Louvel couldn''t come up with a reason for what occurred. "What was that?"


    A thought came, his gaze went directly to the maids and the assisting midwife.


    "You are not allowed to divulge whatsoever you saw today. Or I need to execute all of you. Do you understand?" Louvel said with a firm voice. His words may be harsh but these people were his own and knew him well. He wouldn''t be rash without reason or rhyme.This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    They also trusted him and understood his concern to some degree as people who served him for years.


    To reveal this matter would create a huge uproar bringing unnecessary people into his doorsteps who were after whatsoever that thing his son received.


    If he divulged this to the king, he was certain he would receive the king''s protection for his son but it didn''t mean those within the nation''s bureaucrats could be trusted on this matter. He and his family''s life would be in great jeopardy.


    Also, if the king learned of this, his son could be taken away from him out of consideration of the phenomenon and together with the secret of which he, the king, his wife, and another person knew that they had to bring this secret to their grave than putting it out in the open.


    Another reason Louvel was reluctant to put this into the open was that he had no idea on what was the thing that entered his son''s body. It could be evil or good. So far, he didn''t sense anything unusual. He decided he had to know what it was first before he would approach the king on the matter.


    Suddenly, he heard yellings within the castle.


    He asked a running lady. "What happened?"


    "Oh, Sire, Lady Ermaenye is now in labor after a ball of light came to her room."


    "Ball of Light? What ball of light and did it harm the lady?"


    "No, not at all, Sire. Will you excuse me, please? I have to look for the royal physician to assist the birth," said the girl as she ran away.


    ''Was it the same ball of light that entered my son''s body?'' Louvel was not at ease.


    They had to leave soon before they get caught up with the commotion in case an investigation would take place. It would further delay their departure and a great possibility of exposing what truly occurred.


    He prayed and hoped no one else saw the lightning and that ball of light entered their room.


    Outside the castle, the guards and the people saw the two objects when it came about.


    Whether coincidence or not, that day, there was a very important event that would determine a nation''s future that had been taking place in the palace.


    The king was having a debate with the representative from another nation with a requisition letter from their king asking for a truce for the five-year-long war between the two kingdoms. Somehow, the fault lay on them. They invaded the borderlands of Xaeviel and declared it as theirs.


    The king and everyone in the hall heard the lightning hit the castle. They all went out and saw the shooting light coming down.


    "The meeting is postponed tomorrow¡­," the king said but before he could speak more a maid escorted by a guard came rushing in.


    The guard took a knee before the king and said, "Your Majesty, Lady Ermaenye requested for you and Prince Threion to go to her room. She is in labor now but she has something to tell you both of which in great importance," said the guard.


    "Court dismissed," hurriedly said the king. The two people requested and with the nurse, didn''t tarry and rushed toward Lady Ermaenye''s chamber and saw her whining in labor pains.


    The attending maid told them what had occurred earlier. The two men couldn''t believe what they heard but believe it or not, it happened. But the king was delighted and trusted this was an auspicious sign.


    As Louvel suspected, the king made an investigation but only to check for any damage done by the lightning to find a trace of that ball of light. Fortunately, nothing was worth taking notice and the matter was dropped.


    The king and the adviser had a meeting that day and concluded that the phenomenon had some significance not only with Theo''s birth but also with the truce.


    At the crack of dawn the next day, the new prince was born.


    The king ended the war of the two lands by simply asking the return of the lands and the people, unharmed. At the same time, the compensation he asked was erased from the signed truce agreement.


    This was all done for the sake of Theo''s birth, calling it an auspicious phenomenon.


    Theodrech became his given name in accordance with the attending wizard''s suggestions base from the two cases mentioned. Theo means principle and Drech means rule or rights. As a whole, it meant ''Rule with Principles''.


    As for Louvel and Aenor, they name their son Freidrech. It means a man who lived and rule in freedom.


    After the king learned of Freidrech''s birth, Louvel told the king they would temporarily go back to Amberdrift while the nation was celebrating the new prince''s birth before they leave for Wrilon.


    His excuse was for his wife''s rest since dignitaries and other important personages would be coming to pay their respects to the newly born prince under an auspicious phenomenon.


    While Freidrech''s birth was celebrated by the time they arrived in the mansion with Louvel''s family and friends, subordinates and manor''s tenants. The king and queen, with the other Griftein Knights, came as well but the celebration was of a smaller scale.


    They also announced that Freidrech was born hours after Prince Theo.

 Sir Louvel and Lady Aenor

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    Two months after, a carriage pulled by two winged horses ran smoothly on the dusty road outside the gates of Griftein Veimu City. A couple with a child tucked in a crib peacefully sat inside. Five more carriages and wagons were in convoy all the way to Wrilon Village.


    Louvel and Aenor looked at each other inside and the wife rested her head on the husband''s shoulder.


    What occurred that day was something they believed could be auspicious but could be tragic for their child and for them as a family.


    They also needed his father to check on Freidrech since he was a gifted sage.


    If they found out this was an ominous thing, they decided to bring this to their grave. But even so, he would still try to find a way to make it good, even if it may cost his life, for his boy, Freidrech.


    He looked at his lovely wife who had an egg-shaped face, big black eyes, and luscious full lips. She was fair-skinned belle but a woman who was not born from a noble family.


    She was once a little orphan girl from a northern village left desolate after an evil epidemic occurred. A virus which only attacked the adults, living only the children alive. A nurse named Leisa of Everreach, a daughter of the Count of Everreach saw her and brought her up as her own. She was named then as Aenor of Everreach since then.


    The girl who was feeble and skinny became a beautiful swan in her own right. Aenor was a smart girl and curious in many ways. She loved to read books.


    Later, she followed her adopted mother''s footsteps and became a nurse but went a step higher as an assistant doctor as she recalled the cause of the death of her biological family.


    She was assigned as the Queen''s lady doctor and the queen requested for her to become her lady in waiting.


    One day in a king''s royal ball, Sir Knight Louvel of Amberdrift saw her for the first time and fell in love with her at first sight, and later learned Aenor felt the same way about him.


    But something happened before they were wed¡­ a painful thing for both of them. Someone raped Lady Aenor. A very prominent married man but in love with her. They never expected for this man to lose control out of drunkenness and forget his title, and betray them to bring this painful episode of their life.


    Louvel almost killed this man. Good thing the king intervened before he became a murderer and promised that the man would be sentenced to a public hanging.


    They were thankful for the king''s promise but¡­ his death wouldn''t solve their problem. Rather, it would only worsen their condition. More than one person would be affected, most of all, Lady Aenor''s honor and the king''s health.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    It would hurt her reputation as a woman all through her life even if that man would die if this was brought out in public. While the king would lose someone so close to his heart and could be a cause of his death.


    Even though the king was not weak-minded but this person was someone he cherished dearly.


    Hence, Louvel, Aenor, and Lady Everreach accepted the appeals of the man''s wife to send the man to exile.


    The man was sent away with his wife and was told to never come back unless the king said so.


    Right now, in the carriage, Aenor noticed Louvel staring at her and smiled at him.


    "What?" she asked.


    "Nothing. You''re just so beautiful. I can get my eyes off you," he said and kissed her on her lips.


    Aenor accepted his kiss and gave him a pinch. "Teaser," she said while giving him her sweetest smile.


    "I''m not teasing. It''s really true," and solemnly added, "I almost lost you."


    "Hush, let''s not think of the past." Shivers ran to her spine thinking of it and hurriedly brushed it off from her mind.


    Lady Aenor laid on Louvel''s strong chest and was silently thankful for having him as her husband.


    This man was a silent man and seldom speaks. But when he spoke, the king and the other Knights listened. Because of this, they won battles not just from their strength but from his words of wisdom and strategies. He became the Griftein Knights leader in the hearts of the Knights though there was no one assigned as one.


    He was born from a noble family but of low rank. His father was a famous sage and was invited by the king to be one of his royal advisers, but he refused. He preferred the peace in the village and to face enemies in a real battle with weapons and magic at the borderlands than the silent war within the royal courts.


    But Louvel chose to follow the king after graduating as the top-three student of the royal academy. However, after that depressive incident, he chose to leave the palace.


    "I know I can''t compensate for what happened, but why must you go?" asked the king.


    "I''m starting a family now and my father is now very old. I''m his only child and I''ve been away from him for so long. Please, let me go. I''m still a Griftein Knight and ready to serve you, My Liege. While in this time of peace, I wish to be with my father and serve him before I lost him forever."


    "Is this only all about your father or just an excuse to leave my side after what happened to your wife?"


    "I won''t lie to you, My king. Walking in this castle and seeing his image at the hallway, pains me, My Liege. So, please, let me go."


    "No, I need you here by my side, more than ever. I''ll take all those images down if this will stop you from leaving me."


    The king did as he promised. Not just the portraits but everything that would remind Louvel of that man. King Threion was adamant and refused to hear of the matter again.


    Thus, Louvel had no choice but to stay, yet deep inside him, he was not at peace. Then on a special occasion when Lady Aenor went to the palace, her trauma surfaced and Louvel had to bring him back to Amberdrift right away. He brought this up again to the king indicating Aenor''s fear.


    The king sent all help for Lady Aenor just to keep Louvel in the capital.


    Until such time, a letter came to Louvel, telling him that his father was now very ill. He used this as an excuse to go home, but the king insisted he had to come back.


    Alas, the day had come he saw his chance and this time made sure the king wouldn''t be able to deny him.


    He took off his knight''s armor and weapon and fought in the tournament fair and square during the king''s birthday celebration and became the champion. The pained king had no choice but to grant his wish as tradition dictated.


    Now, they were on their way to Wrilon Village and with all hopes of a peaceful and happy future.


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