“King Haruo! The Rebels are breaking through the tree’s defenses, we won't be able to sustain it for much longer. The spirits are being defeated, the last two standing are Kishnok and Saurun, what are your orders?” The King sat quietly on his throne, his head bowed as he thought of a plan. Explosions, screams, and the unmistakable stench of blood filled the air. Beside Haruo, were two cradles. The crowned man lifted his head, his green eyes glossed with tears. “Singefor, my trusted advisor. Take the boys. Take them away, bring them to Avalor. There is a maid, one who serves under the Myrins.” “But Sire. . I couldn’t possibly leave you to defend the kingdom against these- these barbarians!” “Singefor, do as I wish!” The King commanded, “My time has come, Timewatcher had told me of this years ago. Do as I say immediately. Keep the boys safe at all costs.” Haruo looked down at the cradles, he stood up and walked to each one, carrying the twins in his arms. He walked down to Singefor, placing the babies into his arms. “Take the stairwell out of the east tower, the Rebels haven't hit that part yet. Escape the trees and make haste on ground until you get to the stables. Take Mudrunner, brownest of all horses, for he will take you out of the forest without him being seen. Make haste, Singefor, for the kingdom relies on the fate of the boys.” A hand met the advisor’s shoulder. “Now go!” The advisor took the boys and ran speedily through the tree kingdom. Yells of agony and pain behind him. Singefor looked back one last time, seeing a great looming shadow over the once peaceful and beautiful kingdom. He turned and ran away, taking the horse in attempt to make it to Avalor. King Haruo stood firmly, facing the danger that challenged his kingdom. He opened the great wooden doors that sealed him in his throne room. Haruo was blasted with a stronger scent. It was burning metal. There was no metal in the kingdom of Atomar, so it was obvious what it really was. The singe of metal was the warning signs of horribly evil power. The dead were raised, and the stakes were high. Most of the kingdom had already evacuated the city, the rest were eventually caught and killed. As the King walked forward to meet the danger, a huge cat landed next to him, his paws glowing softly with every step he took. The entire portion of the cat’s eyes were glowing purple. This was Kishnok, one of the ancient kings that had ruled Atomar. Another, the queen, was put in the form of a gigantic eagle, who’s name was Saurun. The spirits went along with Haruo as he met the army of evil. There were many puppets, some from his own city. The King drew his sword, a greatblade made of pure diamond. He yelled out his final battle cry as he, Kishnok, and Saurun ran into battle. It didn’t take long for Haruo to get rid of the dark puppets, but the spirits had exhausted their abilities and returned to the spirit world. The king was covered in blood and dirt. “Show yourself!” He commanded, yelling into the darker forest. “You will not stop the great prophecy. Timewatcher saw it happening! It will come true!” A few moments passed without response. Then a wind blew towards Haruo. A shiver went down his spine when he realized that it was the breath of the creature he stood against. “You poor creature. Do you /truly/ believe that Cliril is telling the truth? A bloodline from each of the descendants coming together to stop Aranaril? Pitiful.” A black fire erupted, growing larger as it engulfed the area, along with the King. “Let me show you. . . the true prophecy.” Five days later, in the kingdom of Avalor, a town crier stood on a high pedestal. There were many people standing around him, listening to what he was saying. “The council of Avalor ensures you that we are safe! Recent appearances of dark creatures have been seen all around Arrunis, especially in the countries of Atomar and Anorok! Do not be frightened, the White Knights will keep you safe! King Haruo the mighty. . has died. . ?” The crier looked down to many frightened faces, gasps and cries could be heard among the crowd, “ . . Along with his two sons who had attempted to escape evil. . good Gods hear us. .”
