The Funeral was long and beautiful. The stone Casket was placed inside a church, so that all the people could visit this much loved king. Necedor’s was heart broken. He knew his father would die soon enough, but he always thought his father’s death would be peaceful, like the King was.
“I do not know who this person was,” started Necedor giving his father’s eulogy, “Nor why exactly they did it. But I swear, I will kill the one that has done this to us, and I will slay the Dragon he was trying to protect.” Looking over or Soris, Necedor had a concocted plan.
“Necedor, this is a bad idea. You could get killed” Soris began as their horses were being pulled up next to them. A day had gone by; the sun could be seen just over the castle walls, the moon low on the other side, hidden from view.
“Right now this is the only option we have.” Responded Necedor mindlessly, focused solely on what to bring for this dangerous trek. “Just get ready; we will train on the way.”
As they approached the gates Songs filled the air. All of them wishing success, as the gates started to open a young girl approached Necedor. About 17, the girl was dressed in long robes of manila shading. She was the apprentice of one of the local wizards. Around her waist she had several leather bags, the contents of which could be used for any number of spells. In her hands she had a necklace, silver chain, at the bottom of which was a small pyramid, solid crystal, with a pearl in the center. Metal castings at the end with various small arcane writings, it was given to Necedor.
“May this serve you when the time comes, and protect you on your quest” the girl told him.
Necedor accepted the gift and moved on with the pendant swinging gently across his neck.
Soris and Necedor stopped when they were a few miles away from the city boundaries, in small area in the woods where they could pitch tent.
“A quick test,” said Soris when they were sitting around the fire, “What plants do you need in order to cure…a major burn?”
“How brown is the burn?”
“Not too bad… Almond.”
Necedor named a few plants, Down flower, Ground lily, and Floater vine oils.
After looking at his pendant Necedor asked; “Soris, What do these markings mean?” He took it of and handed it to Soris, who, after looking at it for a few moments, gave it back with no answer. They each went to sleep soon after that.
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