“Children, children, listen to me,” said the regal, bearded teacher. “I’ll begin today’s history lesson with Marpatronia’s greatest achievement. This story is very old and concerns some of the greatest heroes and heroines that our realm has ever known. All of this occurred more than a thousand years ago.”
“Do you mean you’re going to tell us about Lord Robywt, Aileen, and Angela?” a boy asked excitedly.
“You’ll see when I start, little Ebanon.” The child was named for one of the heroes of old.
Mr. Roberts began: “The world was stunningly beautiful, full of peace, brotherhood, and understanding. That is, until the grumblings—and understand, children, that their name is never capitalized—appeared seemingly out of nowhere.”
“Hordes on the horizon! Hordes on the horizon!” the booming voice of the captain of the guard called from the east wall. Then from the south wall and the north and the west came the same cry.
Thus begins the tale of two warring realms, rage and revenge, love and passion, familial bonds broken and restored, magic and heroism—and a seductive scepter whose full power is yet to be revealed.