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[Tay Thormear]

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Hummer inhaled the air through his nose, exhaling, he felt regenerated. Every time he was in the Underworld he felt full of energy. At this moment though he realized he didn’t have time to stand around and enjoy the feelings of relief, relief that he would soon be at his kingdom.

“Kal Ort Por!” the words rolled out of his mouth with enthusiasm. He appeared in front of his castle, peering up at its massive structure. How proud he was that he had once created this with his bare hands. Nothing or anybody was going to destroy what he worked so hard to create.

Hummer began to turn around; he wanted to look over his land before heading into the castle. He spun around just in time to catch an arrow, in his shoulder. The arrow lodged itself into his shoulder just above his heart. It sent a stabbing pain coursing through his body. Sweat dripped down his face, a blaze of fire erupted inside of him.

Looking up, from where the arrow was lodged into his shoulder, he saw thousands upon thousands of enemy troops. He realized they were preparing to raid his city. Over to his left, Hummer saw his city’s troops. Their numbers weren’t as great as the attackers, but hope were in their eyes. All of the defenders laid their sights on their Lord.

Hummer calmly reached down with his right hand, he firmly gripped the arrow. His eyes still staring towards the enemy troops, he tore the arrow from his shoulder. Blood lightly trickled, from his wound, down his shroud. He showed no emotion, or any pain, just a wink of an eye.

Hummer lifted his arms and began chanting the words to a spell, over and over again. Stonewalls began erupting around the outside of the city. The mages of the city began following their Lord, chanting the words in unison. Soon indestructible walls protected the entire city.

A man wearing a jet-black robe approached Hummer.

“Inform the other mages to keep the walls up until I say otherwise.” Hummer began to inform the mage in a clam and controlling tone. “Put the archers around the city’s walls, make sure their prepared to defend in a few hours." The man nodded to Hummer and left to rehearse the orders to the soldiers.

Hummer turned on his heel and walked with a quickened step. He jogged up the stairs, and forced open the doors. He ran across the room and began to sprint up the flight of stairs. Torches lit up behind him as he passed them, lighting the dark staircase. Stair by stair, he lifted his legs and slammed them down with each step.

Huffing and puffing he reached the top of the stairs. Taking a deep breath, to balance his breathing, he removed his now quite bloody shroud. The doors in front of him burst open.

“Father!” cried a young woman; she had a hint of concern in her voice.
“Lord Beowulf, glad to see you made it.” A deep voice welcomed him. The man walked over to Beowulf, his eyes fixed on the wound. “Why are you all standing around?” the voice echoed in the room. Beowulf’s vision began to blur, he knew he had lost to much blood.

“Tend to his wound!” were the last words he heard before collapsing to the ground and blacking out.