Chapter 1. Where swords cross.

The sky began to turn grey, as the clouds started to float across the hills of Oberon. Crows circled low to the ground. This was a bad sign. Those crows meant certain death. Lord Albion looked at the skies with suspicion. He knew what was coming. And he knew it concerned him an his family. So he called his youngest son to his side.
'Ravenheart, my son.' the Lord of Oberon spoke gently. He didn't want his son to see that he was scared. 'Soon the day will come that you'd have to take care of Oberon. Feed it's people, ready it's army, defend it's walls.' Ravenheart looked at his father and then shook his head firmly. 'You're mistaken father.' he said. 'Brodric and Trymian are first in line.' And the boy was right. His older brothers Brodric and Trymian would go first. They had the right to be Lord of Oberon. But what young Ravenheart didn't know, was that his brothers would be the first to die.

A few months later, a dark force took over Oberon. Lord Albion prepared his knights for battle. Among his knights where his two eldest sons. The twins Brodric and Trymian. But a prophecy had told Lord Albion that his eldest sons wouldn't survive the battle.
The knights took of at sunset. They're mantles whirled around them like wings. On the back of they're black mantles, a white raven spread it's wings with pride. The white raven was the mark of Oberon. It took it's rightful place on every shield in the army and on every crest of every noble household in the realm. 'Brodric, look over there!' Trymian pointed his sword at the horizon. Brodric looked in the direction of Trymians sword. Al the knights could see the cloud of dust rising. A cavalry was coming. 'The enemy is coming!' Brodric raised his hand to stop the men. 'Ready yourselves. This will be a tough fight.' Lord Albion looked at his men with pride. He was proud to be a part of such fine group of knights. They served him for ten years already. He himself had trained the young boys until they eventually became knights. The wind started roaring and the air became cold. The cavalry in front of them came closer and closer. There was no turning back. Within a few minutes, the cavalry had reached the knights of Oberon. A cloud of arrows appeared above they're heads. They came strait down on them, piercing everything that stood in they're way. They forced they're way trough men, horse and armour. There was no escaping the arrows. The half of the knights of Oberon had already died when the enemy attacked. They where pinned to they're saddles by the merciless arrows of the cavalry. They stood no chance. A whirlwind of screams, and the sound of blades clashing against each other, arose from the battlefield. Brodric swung his sword above his head, to achieve more power to strike. With a clean strike of his sword, he separated the head from the body of his opponent. The body fell backwards in the sand, and the head rolled a few meters further. He would pray to mother Earth to guide this man's soul to the hereafter. The man was just a soldier, nothing more nothing less. All soldiers, as Brodric saw it, had to be treated as equals. Even if those soldiers where enemies. He turned away from the body. At that same moment, an enemy soldier took the life of his twin brother. Brodric saw it happening right before his eyes. 'No!' he screamed, reaching out for Trymian. But it was to late. Trymians life was already lost. Brodric cried as he sat beside his brother. He closed Trymians opened eyes, knowing they would open nevermore. Brodric could see his father Lord Albion battling an opponent with the strength of a lion, and realised that he would be heartbroken to discover the death of his son. What Brodric did not see, was that one of the enemy soldiers stood behind him. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his back, and after that... cold.