Force of Magic

Eye for an Eye

Chapter 2

A/N: ok, next chapter! Remember, I don't own TDP or these OCs.

Flashbacks/dreams/visions

/comms/

"Lord Viren, King Harrow hasn't risen yet!" the guards protested as the High Mage once again strode right into the King's chambers. Walking to the windows he opened the curtains, allowing light to stream in and making Harrow's bird squawk.

There was a groan from the bed. "Viren, didn't I tell you if you ever woke me up this early again, I'd have you executed?" Harrow grumbled sitting up and glaring at the mage.

Viren cleared his throat, thinking back to last week's conversation. "I'll, uh, give you a moment." Turning away, he walked onto the balcony, giving the king the privacy he needed in order to change.

"So what's so important that you come into my bedroom risking your life like this?" Harrow asked walking out with his bird perched happily on his arm.

"Assassins."

"I see," Harrow mused carefully letting Pip walk onto his wooden perch set on the balcony for the bird.

"A scout discovered them on patrol just before dawn."

"Well don't look so grim," the King smiled. "We've fought off plenty of assassins. Haven't we Pip?" The bird whistled as he stroked its feathers.

Viren sighed, "It's different this time. We believe they're Moonshadow Elves."

King Harrow's teasing face turned grim. "Moonshadow Elves? How did the scout escape?"

"I don't know. It was muddy, wet, dark; somehow he got very lucky."

"The Crown Guard won't be enough to hold them off," Harrow stated. "Send for General Amaya and the Standing Battalion."

"They're too far, they won't make it back in time."

"What's tonight's moon?"

"Full."

Harrow gave a bitter chuckle, "Of course it is."

"With the Moonshadow Elves at the height of their power, no defense shall stand against them."

"Then we won't defend, we'll attack," Harrow growled. "We must find them today in the light of the sun and stop them before it's too late."

Now that was a plan Viren could get behind.

-.-

Trezac sat under the shade of a large tree in the courtyard mediating while Callum and Soren sparred. Well, more of Soren proceeded to beat Callum with a wooden sword trying to get him to understand sword fighting.

"Claudia!"

Opening his eyes, Trezac looked up and nearly yelped at the sight of the sorceress standing just a few feet away with a book in her hand looking just as confused. "Oh. Hi Callum!" she said turning to wave at the boy before looking back to him, "Hi Trezac. Is this tree new?"

"Relatively, it's only been there for 300 years," Callum replied.

He rolled his eyes and went back to mediating. Something told him he'd need peace of mind today.

"Prince Callum, Trezac Navo'x," a woman in white robes said striding onto the courtyard, "the king needs to speak with both of you urgently."

He young Jedi sighed and got to his feet, so much for a peaceful meditation.

-.-

King Harrow dismissed his counsel as his sons and the young Jedi entered the throne room, looking confused as to why they'd all been summoned. "Boys! You're going on a trip! To the Banther Lodge!" the King said as they approached him.