Killing The Ravens - Chapter 4: The Green Wizards' Last Quest Part1 (Second Revision) Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

'The meeting is going to be soon, we need that amulet ready. How much longer is it going to take this wizard? ' Sire, three days he said to get the last scroll he needs. Good, 'just make sure you kill him after the task because we don't him warning the other wizard. 'Yes, my king and just like that the short little man walked out of the royal tent. It was made of red silk, with an emblem of a golden dragon on it. It was huge. This tent could have housed 50 men with ease. It was at least 1000 feet in circumference. They had all kind of regal materials, clothes and food. This man, this prince was a glutton, by a general standards. His soldiers were barely being fed. A pompous leader, who was betraying his people every day. But he had the ear of Ashton so it didn't matter. All who opposed him right now died, at least till the task at hand was complete. Then he would lose favor, and his head would be soon sitting on the block.

Now there was not just one I needed for what I was planning on doing but three, including one in that very tent. They did not need to know that, it wasn't for the original tuning spell but something a little more spectacular. I needed the wizard to seem to dead in a place he wasn't to do that require a bit more of illusion. Granarok was friend mine, and I couldn't simply let him be a piece in their chess game. He would have got killed after the mission was accomplished. The ravens would have made sure that. That is the reason I am meeting this servant of theirs. Because I'm still not sure on how they planned on doing it.

How it all started I was I raven woods. A mean place, with vile creatures all about. There was a caravan traveling straight through with out a sense fear from a single one them that were with it. For all merchants this was a taboo place to travel. This was a place to go around via down the Chambermaid River, or over the Red Rock Mountains. Either way was time consuming, but to travel here was almost guaranteed certain death. Even us wizards and magic users of all kinds had to be careful traveling through here. For even if the creatures didn't kill us, they would alert the raven that there was an unwelcomed magical being in there woods. And nothing worse then getting a group them to come after you, with the creatures following there orders.

What made creatures so dangerous was not only there ability to teleport, fly but also the spawning points. What I mean by spawning points is there were dark portals little throughout this place. That once a creature was killed it would reappear at those spots as nothing had happen. That was why I was here. To figure out how to destroy the portals. For if they could be destroyed the creatures would no longer be such a threat. They have existed for centuries long before the ravens took power of this place. And that another reason to figure out how they did that. And if the collecting of souls they have been doing in there tower has any connection with it.

They were rumors of ancestral burial grounds somewhere in this place. And I was given a map on it's possible by a traitor to there kind. But I still was not sure if it was trap or not. Though I will say that on this map, the portals were marked at the correct spots.

Gilligan, was his name. He was the one leading the caravan with winged black stallions through this place. He wasn't very big, but he looked too gruff to be a child. He was most likely gnome from the red rock mountains. You would hear this constant crack of the whip and him yelling faster. He was in hurry, but in these woods those kind of noises could be especially dangerous. From what I sensed he was not alone, there were three others in this caravan. I was following close behind but still out of sight, for I knew I could not save them if there were attacked, though I might be able to create enough of a distraction that might be able to escape, especially at the speed they were going.

'You know I never like these woods, ' he grumbled to somebody in the caravan. 'And a reply was made by older yet famine voice, 'We have no choice, they would send those creatures into the mountains if we would not do there bidding. They murder us all with out a slight hesitation. Maybe so, but it would take them time to do it. For our mountain golems are very similar in nature. We should have delayed this until that time had come. I'm not sure why care so much about these old prophecies. From what I can see, they ruling the entire world with very little effort at all.

Suddenly at of nowhere a erie voice spoke, we need to know how to kill him before he destroys our empire. And to invade your mountains would take too long. So to get you woods like this is a real treat. I will watch my creatures rip your insides out with pleasure. You need not travel any further you will die right here. And with the whole forest went completely black it was if light was no longer aloud in. And in that moment I knew the reason for it. These creature could not see very well during daylight. This was a very power blackout spell. I knew I would have only one shot at this. Because once they knew I was here too they would all come, and I can't over power them all as much as I wanted to. “Lomunisious” and a light so bright surrounded the caravan. 'Mark, mark retreat.', and poof the entire caravan and I were gone. I just hope it was not late and I didn't bring any creatures with me. But regardless I felt I had no choice, I had to see what this prophecy was about, and why they were so eager to get there hands on it.