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The wind toyed fiercely with the sea to create a massive storm. It hurtled waves of huge enormity in all directions the wind chose to surge. Krell, however wasn't affected by the storm even though all around him sail beasts fought the storm for their very lives.
Krell watched their efforts and barked out a laugh, "Hahaha. Fight on boys, Krell will make it to his conquest. Storms can't fight fortune and mine is at our destination." He paused and then let out an ear splitting cry that could hear over the storm by his entire fleet.
"WATCH OUT GREEN ISLE, HERE COMES KRELLLLL!"
In the royal quarters in Holt Summerdell, Queen Narsia lay on her death bed, surrounded by her closest friends and family. At her side knelt her young daughter and heir, Princes Renia. Renia’s face was tight as she watched her mother dieing, she didn’t let a tear fall though inside she was falling apart.
“Renia?” the queen gasped as her hand wandered towards her daughter. Renia reached out, and clasped the hand of her mother in her own, “Yes mother, I am here.” The old otter turned towards her offspring, “I had a dream when last I slept.” She was prevented from saying more by a vicious string of coughs. Several of the nurses rushed forward to tend to her, but with a lift of her paw they stopped.
“Mother,” Renia spoke softly to her mother, “let them administer to you. They….” At this, she was interrupted by the Queen. “What I have to say is more important than my health.” Again she started coughing, but this time no one raised a paw.
She smiled at their obedience and continued, “I dreamt that I was sitting on the eastern shore at sunrise, looking out to the sea, when the sun slowly grew brighter and brighter until it was almost blinding. I was about to turn away, when I saw a creature walking towards me through the sun’s rays. As it got closer I could see it was a tall, young, female otter garbed in the armor of the Rhulain. I knew at once it was Queen Tiria, Savior of the Isle. I fell to my knees before her. Then she spoke to me in a voice that stirred my very being and made me feel so brave that I could face any obstacle.
" 'Narsia,' she began, 'I have come to tell you of a great sorrow that will descend upon your home after you leave it. Tell your heir to prepare for the worst and to watch the western seas.' As she said the last few words, the vision began to fade. Then I awoke to all of you, right now. It is a warning, my dear daughter, to you not me, for I will be gone before mush longer. It will rest on your shoulders to defend our home."
At this the Queen took from her head, the circlet of gold with the single green gem, and placed it upon that of her daughters. Then, with a sigh, slumped back into the bed. With her last gasp, she spoke, "I am coming your highness. I gave her the warning."
Thus passed Queen Narsia, High Rhulain of the Green Isle.
Every creature in the room fell slowly on their knees and bowed their heads to the dead monarch. Renia fell upon her mother and buried her face in the blankets. It had been the first time that Queen Renia had ever cried. She sat there for several minutes, and then stood up, saying, "Prepare the body for the funeral, send heralds out to bring news of the Queen's death," she paused, "and place a watch on the western coast." Two guards bowed and left the room as the rest of the creatures rose.
Renia took a look back at her mother's body and then walked out of the room followed by all present. Upon leaving the Palace and entering the court yard, they received a great cry from the crowd out side the building, "Hail, Queen Renia, High Rhulain of the Green Isle. RHULAIN. RHULAIN."
Thus began the reign of Queen Renia, High Rhulain of the Green Isle.
Fallowing the funeral of Queen Narsia, there was a feast to celebrate the new Queen. It was a happy time. No one worked for the two days and there was no end to the food. On the western coast, though, was a tedious task for those who had to be pulled from the festivities. Gensi, a column commander, had been placed in charge of the shore watch, and he was doing his job well. Every otter under his command had been allotted time to go to the feast.
He stood in a tower watching the waters. His gaze slowly settled on the otter patrol below him, who were presently taking breakfast under a shelter built into a hill by the shore; they laughed and sang songs as they ate, enjoying the reprieve from the harsh winds which had replaced the rain. It was still raining though so most of the guards were doing like wise.
Just then a strong wind blew out of the west that nearly knocked him over. His eyes cast themselves in the direction of the unruly winds, when he saw the speck on the horizon, and then another and another, till most of the horizon was covered in similar specs. It took only a moment to guess what they were. He grabbed the bell rope next to him and pulled with all his might. Immediately, the otters below forgot their food and came dashing out of the shelter, yelling up to Gensi, "What is it, sah?"
Gensi's reply was fast, "Hundreds of ships on the horizon, send a messenger to the queen at full speed and arrange the column in formation. Now move." He looked back out to sea. There were more ships coming into view and he could make out the shape of some know. Gensi's face tightened as he remembered the messenger telling him of the Queen's prophecy.
After sounding the alarm for nearly twenty minutes, one of the younger otters came to take his place.
As he climbed down from the tower. He saw that many of the local soldiers that hadn't went to the crowning feast, were already forming at the outpost and starting to gear for war.
On the hilltop a single bagpiper's lonesome wine sounded over them like a soothing bath. Gensi sent a gladdened look to the hilltop. A piper's music was always welcome to a Green Isle soldier.
But Gensi didn't have time to listen to the music. He immediately went work organizing his troupes.