Resurgence of the Heart

CHAPTER 1

Pilot

PALACE, GLASGOW

The sounds of clanging swords, yells of battle and those of dying men signified only one thing; there was an ongoing battle to defend the kingdom from the invasion of Saxon led by the formidable and feared Emperor Timothy Hildegard. Whilst all these was going on outside, inside the citadel was a flutter of tension. A man in a noble cloth walked with short but purposeful stride. He had a lock of golden hair with weathered out face. A long scar lined the side of his neck. A sword hung by a black belt on his waist. It was unencumbered by the burden of a sheath. The royal gown he donned on was black flowing down to his knees and split on all four sides enabling the belt and sword to show. It also had a golden design in the front.

No guards were standing inside the palace. It was highly unusual but given that every effort was geared towards the warfront, it was to be expected. Meanwhile, King Rick, short, bulky with blond hair and a scar lined out by the side of his neck walked with a fast stride and a frowning face as his sword swung by the sheath joined to his hip. He was a man of singleness of purpose and determination. As such, he would stop at nothing to ensure that the emperor never laid his hands on the prized possession: The crown prince of Glasgow for when the time comes that the prince is of age, he would take back his kingdom with pride.

The king swung open the ornate almost golden doors of the Throne Room and entered. The grand doors opened smoothly as King Rick let himself in. Standing before the throne was a man dressed what appeared to be a physician’s apparel but was in fact a wizard’s garb. He was slim and stood tall at over six feet. He had long black hair on his head as well as a goatee in his chin. The man’s head was bowed as if in silent supplication or in silent meditation. King Rick’s shoe echoed within the room as he walked towards the man. The man raised up his head and tilted his head to the side before turning slowly towards the king walking towards him.

“Your Highness.” His voice was like a silent whisper as he regarded King Rick.

King Rick directed his gaze towards the throne in the front of the room before looking at the tall lean man who was his father stood before him. He walked slowly past the man before speaking,

“Father, the times are dire and dark but I know that I can trust you.”

Alfred looked up slowly, his eyes devoid of any emotion as he replied,

“My Son, your kingdom was my kingdom. I would never do anything to endanger all of this. Ask of me even the earth and I’ll give it to you.”

The King nodded with satisfaction as he fingered the arm of the red velvet throne. He turned back to face Alfred, his eyes steaming over as if he would cry. But instead he raised himself straight and steeled himself as he said,

“Alfred Griffith, you are a seer and a wizard. Right now, we cannot delay the inevitable. The Kingdom is already lost. I need you to go to Ethan’s room. Take him. I need the both of you to disappear because Timothy will not stop until he relinquishes and eradicates my bloodline from this earth. When the Prince is truly ready to take back this kingdom, I want you to be his guiding hand. I need you to guide him in the choices he makes. Let him make the mistakes that he will but let him know that no matter what, you will be there to hold him when he falls. Protect him from Timothy’s forces”.