The Quendias

A Beginning

The sun was rising on the courtyard of the Lykaom, where for beyond the length of anyone’s memory youths have gathered to train their minds in the arts and exercise their bodies in combat. Each morning before dawn, its stone enclosures would be filled with the shouts and grunts of training and the drone of instructors repeating incantations for their pupils to repeat, each hoping to excel the others and be selected for service in the elite Sacred Band. This morning was an exception, for the newest group of initiates had gathered in the center of the grounds bringing with them the holy armor and weapons and a silence that swept around the crowd like a wave that had crashed upon the breaker.

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