The Age of Ornan

Burdep shook his head as he searched for words, “I just don’t know anymore.” He said at last.
“You don’t know what?” Gallar asked
“Anything.” He responded.
Gallar frowned, “Burdep, you are not making yourself clear, and even though I am delighted to see you here I think you had best start from the beginning so I can know what strange plan in Vashaar’s sovereignty brought you here.”
“Why did you leave without telling us?” Burdep asked.
Gallar sighed, “I heard of your father’s death.” He said, “Actually I was at the battle. Shortly after your father was injured we guardians arrived and killed all of those beasts. But we saw something that we were afraid of. We knew that you had claim to your fathers position, but we saw Fiedir Yopifur, even amidst the battle campaigning for your position. We knew that Giral would not help you, and we knew that Hennyfed would be in a state of chaos. So we returned to our nations to make sure that we stop all word of that dreadful night from reaching the kings ears. If they knew what had happened, Hennyfed would be destroyed. I am sorry, but I could not wait.”
Burdep nodded, “I understand… I guess that it wouldn’t surprise you if I told you that Fiedir is now chieftain.”
“Oh I knew it was unavoidable.” Gallar said, “Your reputation preceded you my lad, but how did you come here.”
Burdep lowered his voice, “That’s why I wanted us to be alone. I had a dream or a vision… I don’t know what it was, but in it Vashaar told me to leave Hennyfed. The next night I had a dream of you, and you told me to do the same. So I had no choice but to leave. When we did, we saw Fiedir burn our house, and I know that they assumed that we were inside it. But what is strange about the dream was that Vashaar told me to leave through Silva-Nox.”
“Silva-Nox?” Gallar asked as he leaned forward. “Why would that be? And how did you escape alive?”
“We escaped by the use of the mirusian magic and chance.” Burdep said.
“Chance plays no role in the world. It was Vashaar’s grace and grace alone.” Gallar said, and then frowned, “What did the magic have to be used for.”
“We were chased.” Burdep said, “Wolves just like the others, but they were led by a dark figure. He was hooded and cloaked, but I am most certain that it is Fiedir trying to ensure that he keeps the title of Chieftain. I suspect that he has those wolves trained and planned the attack on Hennyfed.”
Burdep noticed that Gallar said nothing, and continued to listen, but his eyes had a distant and intense stare. So Burdep went on, “I haven’t seen any more wolves, but that figure followed us throughout Honestia. He chased us down the mountains and the last encounter we had with it was next to the mountains, he and another like him chased us into a cave. I brought down the entrance to separate us from them, and we haven’t seen them sense.”
“Was that the mines leading to Tad-Ossom?” Gallar asked.
“I don’t know about that.” Burdep answered, “But it was an old abandoned mine.”
“Was there a smoke covered land on the other side?” Gallar said.
“As a matter of fact there was,” Burdep answered, “but I thought it was fog. But in that place we were chased by some sort of… I don’t know what to call it. I think it was a demon of some sort. Gallar, up until now I have been a fairly practical person, I did not believe in demons and the old tales, but I have seen things that I cannot explain.”
“Can you explain them in part?” Gallar asked.
“Well, this sounds like madness, but I think that the two figures are Fiedir and Derg Yopifur, and I believe that the demonic thing that we encountered was a demon that they summoned thinking it was the dark one in all those children’s tales.”
“Are you telling me everything?” Gallar asked, “I don’t see why you would lead your family westward when it is such a dangerous place for a mirus to be.”
“To be honest, I was going to Houd-Osgedrom to find you.” Burdep said, “When we went into Silva-Nox we got lost. Then that figure found us and chased us until we took refuge in a temple. For some reason it refused to follow us inside.”
Gallar leaned forward with his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. “And what did you find in there?”
“I… I found this?” Burdep said and drew the sword that he had been hiding under his cloak and gave it to Gallar. “I thought I might need a way to defend us if the crystals failed me. So I took this sword. It kind of reminds me of the Blade of Ornan that was in all those children’s tales. I also found this in that demon’s lair.” He pulled out the book written in red letters and gave it to Gallar. “For some reason I thought that you would be interested in this stuff. So that’s why we came.”
Gallar closed his eyes and bowed his head, “So now the time has come.” He said, “The Age of Ornan.”