Since all the forms are in, we may begin poving.
(Cara: I would still prefer if you could elaborate more on your character, so if you could get that done soon, that would be great.)
The Throne Room was engulfed in the washes of chaos. Pages and messengers ran about the room without method, delivering hastily scratched messages to the lords scattered around the great table. Knights in half-armour were caught up in the tide of panic, whispering or shouting changes in the plot when they could. The lords themselves were in a world of their own, apart from the clamor around them, but still very much in their own fear. There were nearly fifteen of them in the room, five the rulers of fiefs, the rest advisers or commanders in the armed forces.
"My lord," Lord Dukehurst (this is Christopher's father) said. "We cannot allow these rebels the acquiescence we have already given them so far. We must strike back."
"Despite your urging, Lord Dukehurst, we do not have the men or arms to do what you suggest." This was Lord Worthing, General of the King's armies, speaking now.
"If you would stop waisting them on the borders, then we might be able to settle the unrest in the cities."
"You can't deny the presence of the Shadow, Dukehurst. Phelidom and Carle have already fallen to their wiles, you don't think that we would still be here if not for my efforts."
"Your efforts, General? I've yet to see the product of your efforts. In fact, all I've seen is a growing suspicion that you are siding with this so called Shadow."
The General and Dukehurst most likely would have come to blows if the King had not interceded.
"Silence, both of you. I am well aware of both the threats at our borders and within them. What I need you to do is find a way to stop them before they tear this country apart."
Both lords, reasonably humble now, gave a scraping bow and attempted to be more dilomatic.
Again, the King was thrown into a torrent of information. The army's rations were growing short. A battle near the border of Isendale had stirred up trouble with their icy neighbors and they were now required to send food and supplies to compensate for the losses Valeria had supposedly caused. Strange fires in the Plathen Fief were beginning rumors of witches or rebels in the area There were tales of unrest throughout the kingdom. Uncountable deaths at the hands of rebels and Shadow alike. Stories were circulating that the King would no longer be able to hold off the Darkness pressing at their borders and that it was only a matter of time before the forces of Shadow threw themselves against Valeria. Some were whispering that the fires in Plathen were actually caused by the training of a new Flameholder, or the rebirth of an old one. That was the only bit of hope the people could hold onto, though it was a small one.
"We don't believe the rumor is true, though, my lord."
"Let the people believe it, though."
"Let them have at least that small light, Tarlen."
"Yes my lord. Moving on, we need--"
There was a commotion at the door.
"My lord, we bring word of your son."
The King shifted his attentions immediatly, waving aside Lord Tarlen and bringing the messenger forward. There were two other men with him, all with solemn faces and eyes hollow with lack of sleep.
"What of him, Yolen." the King said.
"It is not good, my lord. His forces were defeated at the bridge of Ruslow. He managed to escape with a hand full of men, but was badly wounded. They were pursued by the attackers and the Prince attempted to take the Flame."
Yolen lowered his head.
"It burned in him long enough that he spared his men, but at the cost of his life. He instructed one of his men to bring the Flame back to Cordibus."
The King's eyes fell to the long bundle in Yolen's hands. With shaking fingers, he pulled the cloth away revealing a staff of wood that looked as if it had been burned, yet survived blaze, with two crystalline rocks at the ends.
The King held the staff, appraising it with a look of awe and bitterness.
"What use is the Flame without the Holder, though." he mumbled beneath his breath.
"There have been rumors, my lord, of the Flames returning."
The King looked up at the knew speaker, one of the men who had entered with Yolen.
"Such as the FlameHolder in Plathen? Forest fires are hardly signs of returning heroes, Swordmaster (Andreas' dad)."
"That is true, sire, but these rumors of FlameHolders rising up are not quite as far fetched as they seem."
The King looked into the Lore Keeper's dark eyes.
"As we know from the books of Lore, the FlameHolders were known to posses an uncanny skill at warfare. Stories of people possessing skills beyond their training have been circulating throughout the kingdom. Such as Huntsman Aubert's young apprentice, Aldrenari. I have seen her skill with a bow, which is as good as, if not better, than Aubert's himself."
"Just because a girl has good aim doesn't mean she's a FlameHolder." The King retorted with a half hidden snarl.
"My lord, I do not think you quite understand. Aldrenari has more than just "good aim". Her ability to fight is far beyond the average. When I witnessed her skill at archery, she was in the act of waylaying a band of thieves, most of which were twice her size. There were twelve to begin with, and only one managed to come out of the encounter mildly conscious."
The King was taken aback.
"Twelve you say? How old is she?"
"Barely sixteen, my lord."
"How can this be?"
"There is only one reason I could think of to make her situation plausible."
The four were silent for a moment, before the Lore Keeper continued.
"But the girl isn't the only one who has drawn my attention. Andreas Badger, your son, Emmanuel."
Emmanuel blinked rapidly.
"Andreas?" he said. "But how?"
"I'm surprised you didn't see it yourself. He's only eighteen, yet he can defeat any challenger, whether he has a sword in his hand or not. Even when he was only a child he showed more potential than your older students."
"I thought- I've been training him since he came into my care. I thought that must have been why. But you're saying..."
"He would have learned those skills on his own."
"Are you certain of this, Lore Keeper?" the King interjected.
"As certain as I can be."
"But if there are two, then where are the other three?"
The Lore Keeper shrugged slightly.
"They could be about anyway, but I have a feeling that we will find them closer to the heart of the problem, as always was the nature of the FlameHolders."
"Heart of the... You mean they're here? In Cordibus?" Yolen said, stunned.
"I believe they either are here, or they are coming. Drawn by their entwined fates."
The King stood from his throne, and turned to Emmanuel.
"Go and search the city. Anyone who has even the slightest potential to be one of the Five must be brought to the castle immediatly. I don't care who they are or where they come from, as long as we find them. Yolen, I need you to personally find this Aldrenari. The Lore Keeper will help you in whatever you need for your search."
"Yes, my lord." the three men said in unision, and set off on their separate quests.
The King looked to the domed ceiling, feeling a sense of hope he hadn't felt in a long time.
A little clarification, since this might have been confusing.
Yolen is basically the King's right-hand-man. He's the most trusted knight in the king's employ.
Emmanuel is Andreas' adopted father and the castle Swordmaster, promoted to that position a few years ago.
The Lore Keeper is basically the librarian. He keeps track of the history of Valeria.
Also, for your povs, just give us an example of your characters life then how they are discovered.
I don't have time for anything else, so I'll leave at "if you have any question, ask."
I don't have time to do anything else, so I'll just leave at