The sun rose high over the windy mountain peaks of D'Hara where the Peoples Palace was located. It was a warm day and the long line of people coming and leaving the Peoples Palace brewed of liveliness. The market was larger than usual and the entertainment groups were high in numbers. Thinking of it, it wasn't strange since it was only one week before the Grand Tournament, announced two months ago. A message was sent to far a wide across all D'Hara, from the biggest cities to the smallest villages and lonely dark corners of the land. Several Generals were going to compete in a match of life and death. The lone victor of that match shall be crowned the new Lord Rahl, since the last didn't leave an heir to the throne.
The Match by itself was expected to be the greatest thing the Peoples Palace has ever seen, but the festivities accompanying it were equally great. A giant market, more entertainers that one could count and more 'Ja'la dh Jin' teams gathered in one place then ever before. The events lasted the whole week up to the tournament. Children were running through the crowd, between the stands selling sausages and candy, through the legs of stilt walkers who were juggling or breathing fire. Men with Mules offered carrying service to obviously wealthy woman with long hair and pretty dresses. Nova in particular was very excited. Nova was the nickname of a highly seated officer among the Mord'Sith. She had a plan. A plan that would let her rule over D'Hara.
The warmth of the sun had made his way into the Peoples Palace. The sound of high heels clacked through the nicely decorated halls with high glass ceilings with its golden window frames. It was unusually warm inside, but the Mord'Sith didn't mind. Nova walked from her quarters to those of Lord Rahl. Past the fountain where the Chant used to take place and past the Garden of Life. Two soldiers of the first squad were guarding the door "What are you two Dim-wits doing here?" Nova sounded agitated, but inside she smiled, she should have become an actress "This is the door to the chambers of Lord Rahl, so what are you actually guarding?" Nova leaned a little bit forward and tried to intimidate the guards. One of the guards started to stammer, but that was not what Nova wanted. A quick strike to their necks with her agiel disabled the guards. As they fell unconscious, Nova snapped her fingers. Two other Mord'Sith came running and dragged the bodies away. Nova looked around, after she made sure nobody was looking she entered the chambers of Lord Rahl.
The door closed behind the Mord'Sith with a dry click. The room had a large L form with a large four-poster bed in the middle with long red curtains hanging from it, similar to the ones covering the windows. A fragile man with a long filthy grey beard in old rags was trembling in a corner of the room. Another, tall, handsome man made his appearance around the corner, he was stylishly dressed in the red and gold of Lord Rahl. "Mistress" he smiled at Nova. The woman turned to the man in rags "Wizard, did you learn him everything you know?" the old man came crawling to Nova almost in tears "Yes mistress, everything I know, Everything I know" Nova kicked him back to his corner and looked at the other man. she smiled at her mate "Ethan?"
"Yes mistress, I have mastered the magic he was supposed to learn me."
"Good, get rid of him."
As Nova left the room she heard the characteristic whistle of wizardsfire that flew through the air. She closed the thick oak door and heard the man scream from behind it. One more week before Ethan would win the tournament and then she would rule D'Hara through him.
Meanwhile at the other side of the new world...
A small village stirred in their sleep as the sun peeked over the hills. The town woke up slowly, people were coming out of their houses wishing greetings to each other. Tomorrow was the mid-spring festival and everyone was excited. Girls were trying to catch the attention of the young mans passing by, hoping to be asked to the dance. Men smoked their pipe on the porch and women were drinking tea with each other or were talking as they walked through the streets.
Callum Whiteman was strolling through the town. The sunshine warmed his skin and made him drowsy. Just a couple of miles more before he reached his grandfathers house. He offered to help the old man to do some chores. He liked to be around the old man. Although he was a little odd, the small, squat man wit his squawky voice was often the object of mockery, but not o Callum. His grandfather always amused him with his little tricks. Callum knew his grandfather practiced magic. What Callum didn't know was that his Grandfather in fact was a Wizard of the first order. Woman greeted him as he came past and Girls smiled. Men and boys greeted him. Callum smiled. It was his eighteenth birthday today. "Ah, Cal, there thy are!" His grandfather greeted him from the road, "I've got a present for ye!" Cal smiled, It always meant something special when the old man waited for him from the road instead of in the house.
And in the old world...
Two short knocks on the pretty decorated door made Tsukino wake up from his thoughts. "Come in!" he said with his usual bass tone voice. A servant entered the room "General... Tsukino lashed out with a large magic power blast "Ugh! E-Emperor..."
Thats more like it
The man paused before continuing "Emperor, the forces are assembled and ready."
"Good, move out" was all Tsukino answered. Even if his forces mobilized immediately he wouldn't have to stand up for two days and then he would be in the middle of his army. Unlike his grandfather Jagang he would succeed in taking over the world.