CHAPTER 1
Blesugrof Homestead
Rober ran from the bedroom he shared with Stefanand ran upon his mother, whining about his youngerbrother. "Stefan won't let me play with his friend,"tattled Rober to his mother. "He is strange. I'm goingoutside to play."
His mother went to the bedroom and was going toscold Stefan. As she was nearing the bedroom door,Stefan was inside, laughing and talking in a muffledvoice. She opened the door, and sitting on the floorwas Stefan and nobody else. "I see you've been upto that again. You need to grow up. You're sevenyears old now, and there is no fantasy friend. It ishigh time that you stop this nonsense. Go out andplay with your brother."
"But Traikon is real. I swear it. He told me todaythat I would be famous when I grow up," respondedStefan with a childish voice.
"Get out there and find your brother and help himto feed the chickens. I think your father needs tocreate more chores for you boys to do, and stop withthis nonsense with make-up friends. Scat now. Dosomething useful," reprimanded his mother.
Stefan leaped to his feet and ran to the door ofthe cottage, boasting, "I'm gonna be famous, I'mgonna be famous," almost singing as he spoke.
Ten years later ...
The Farm
Runar was sitting at the table in his abode with hiswife, Björglin, reading an astounding letter from thehousing authorities from HearthGlen. He was shakinghis head in disbelief as the bureaucrat wanted him toreport in person with the deed for Blesugrof. Runarknew what the problem was: the housing authoritieswere trying to take Blesugrof from their family.Runar was looking old, tired, and dejected. He lookedtoward Stefan, his youngest son, and then backtoward Björglin. She was trying hard not to show herdiscomfort; as a human married to an elf, she didn'twant to pick sides. His elven heritage was behindthe political squabble, for it was only elves, dwarves,and gnomes who were required to submit deeds totheir properties. The race of man wasn't required tosubmit anything; it was trying to run the other racesoff their properties so men could use the land fortheir personal gain. Blesugrof has been in the familyever since the Rendering Wars ended as the land wasbequeathed to his great-grandfather, Agnar, for hisservice during the war. Björglin was quivering as sheheard Runar read the letter aloud.
Hear Ye, Hear Ye
Thou art commanded to report to thehousing authorities with deeds and otherpapers to prove ownership of the landcalled Blesugrof. If ye do not report withinthe next fortnight, Blesugrof will be sold.
Shamuric, OverlordHousing Authority of the Realm
Björglin, with tears in her eyes, asked, "Whatabout our sons? What is to happen to our family? Wehave only known Blesugrof, not a coven within theelven clan in Woodbranch."
Runar shrugged his shoulders in dismay. "Onehundred hectares gone. Greedy. All for what? I knewthat it would come to this. Look at the numbers ofelves, dwarves, and gnomes which have been boughtout, burned out, or swindled in this area."
Björglin put an arm over her son Stefan's shoulderand said, "Can't anyone do anything about this?Strompur and his dwarven family returned back tocastle Vokva. They gave up, and now humans livethere. And what about the gnome family two farmsdown, the Lofturs? They had a suspicious fire not solong ago, and they gave up. Humans are now livingthere too."
Stefan interceded and said, "What about myimaginary friend when I was a young boy? You know,the one who drew pictures for me and always said thathe would save us when the time comes? I mean, thatwas about ten years ago, but I still hear from him. Iknow it sounds crazy, but what if Traikon is real?"
"What we need is a miracle, not fairy tales mylad," Runar scolded Stefan. "Even your brother neverhas seen your friend, this Drarkon character orwhatever his name is. I don't want to hear anotherword about this."
"Runar, your son is old enough to take part inthis. It is his Stefan's life too." intervened Björglin."Stefan and Rober are your sons. At least let Stefanhave his say."
"Mom is right, you know. Take a look at mom. Shecan go to the village stores because she is human,and you and I and my brother can't go in justbecause we are elves! Just look at the sneering andbantering and disgusted way the villagers look uponus! How come Rober can join the realm services?I mean, if we are an enemy of the realm, why dothey let us join the service? And what if the servicedecides to attack elves? Would they order Rober tokill them? Nay, I say. I say nay unto thee. Robershould never kill anyone just because of being elven,a dwarf, or a gnome," exclaimed Stefan.
"This is treasonous talk. We have always lived bythe law. This is talking about revolution. There mustbe a way within the law," snapped Runar.
Björlin, with tears in her eyes, choked out, "IfRober is ordered to slay elves, dwarves, or gnomes,I ... I will hide him and help in any way I can toassist him to escape the authorities."
Stefan pointed a finger toward Runar and said,"How many more elves have to be thrown into thedebtors' prison? How many have to be arrested forwalking on the wrong side of the road? How manyunjust laws have to be enacted just to appeasethe Althing bureaucrats just to oppress the elves,dwarves, or gnomes?"
Helgi the Grey
There was a knock on the door, and everyone wasvisibly afraid of who was waiting on the other side ofthe door. Another knock—Runar snapped his fingersand signaled toward Björglin and Stefan to hide in theother room. Runar cracked open the door to see whowas there. "Ah, Helgi, my old friend," he exclaimed ashe opened the door to let him in. Helgi the Grey wasstanding outside, an old human with a flowing longwhite beard, and attired in his wizard's robes. "Comein, come in, you are most welcome at such times ofperil." Runar shouted toward the other room and said,"It's only Helgi. Come out and greet our guest."
Helgi hugged Björglin and shook the handof Stefan, which was extended outward to him.Helgi, with his staff resting against the table, said,"Björglin, I haven't seen you since what, Þorrablot?"with a twinkle his blue eyes.
"I wish these were happier times for visitors. I'mafraid that Blesugrof is under peril as we speak," saidBjörglin. She pointed to the letter lying on the tableand added, "We don't know what to do. The world aswe know of is going mad."
Helgi was perusing the letter, and after he finishedit, he said, "This is sad news. I remember whenAgnar was given Blesugrof by King Biggy of thegnomes. It was promised to never leave the family,the rightful heirs of Agnar."
Turning toward Stefan, Helgi asked, "And as...