Chapter One: a Tale of Two lovers.

The Beginning of the end, the tale of a once proud man.
The Realm- In the beginning when recorded history had began, the realm of men had fought many battles and won many more, in this age there was talk of Maegi beings who could strike a for from afar with powers as such never witnessed in the Kingdoms of the main continent, these Maegi were thought to have come from some of the more remote islands where more wild things still roamed. As the Maegi migrated into the more civil societies and kingdoms some of the kingdoms patrons thought they would find their fancy to learn these seemingly magical tricks, and so upon favors, money, or debt the Maegi did begin to reveal this that was their secret, and the age of Magus (as the Maegi called it) began to surface, but this process would take many years perhaps even centuries, for now the sword still held fast its place.

In truth the Maegi were not discriminated against, some were good and some less of principle, but on the battlefield a swordsman who had a loyal Maegi at his back felt safe as a child in its mothers arms. Some Maegi were great healers, some talked of their gods of old and were Clerical in fashion, and some… some were growing jealous of those more powerful.

Yet, of all the people in all the kingdoms who thought to learn the ways of the Maegi, there is one that will remain in the scrolls you see before you now, perhaps until the eternity end, for you see this being changed how the kingdoms viewed all things in truth and with that he brought great anguish on many of the kingdoms people.

His name was Terron De’goth he was the son of a Lord, born of noble birth as far as that goes, his father had his name from a bloodline as old at the Lord of all lands, a well established lord. His father bid him learn the ways of the Maegi and so summoned the most powerful Maegi in the lands as it was said. His name was Victor and he had taken a place as Terron’s new mentor as it seemed. Victor’s reputation as the most powerful Maegi in the lands would be in connection to the fact that Victor mainly prided himself on his destruction with his powers, he knew not how to heal only how to hurt.

Victor took Terron around the world at his fathers request in training and showed him all the things he had seen, and what the Maegi even draw their power from in the lands, he showed him Tombs of past kings of the Isle, and trees with elaborate carvings that seemed to look back at you. Victor had never sired an heir and thus privately took it upon himself to think himself a father to Terron of sorts, speaking all the secret whispers that he would have nigh told every lordling’s boy.

Terron came along well in his training and yet he was still a swordsman at his fathers request, in the future this will be important.

On one fateful eve in the wilderness under the haze purple sky, in the light of the trees who had the eyes of man Victor had collapsed, In truth he became old and the Maegi that sustained him he had put into something and gave what he could to Terron.

In the voice that could only be his own Terron spoke, “Master, are you well?”
His master replied with as much of a fathers voice as he knew how to manage, “Nay, it has been three fortnights since I was well Terron, but all is well for you see, there is nigh more I can show ye or teach ye, ye know all things as I do and yet ye may still learn.”
“Master this is nigh true you are still of great power please, let me help you up.”
Victor shook his head, “Still green at heart Terron, and I would love you for it, born of the summer you are, It is almost my time my child.”
Terron’s eyes dispite what training he had received began to well up with tears the emotion only suppressed by a thin line left in his will, “M..Master.. Victor… why dost thou speak so sweetly to me? Why dost thou speak of going though thou cannot move?”
Victor smiled as best he could manage, “Terron.. I would have seen you as my own son.. I have no heir, there is only you of which I have bestowed all of which I know, my Maegi, my knowledge, my love as a father… You did give my life some purpose, some meaning to be.. for once I had none..” Victor reached into his sleeve and produced an Amulet in his hand, “Take this and wear it faithfully in memory of me, swear you will I beg of thee”. Terron’s hand closed around Victor’s own hand and the amulet as he looked down into his Master’s face, “Vic… Father.. please don’t leave me..”.
Victor began his death-rattle but spoke effectively, “I will ever be with you, and watching over you.. I love you… you have been my true.. happiness..” His eyes began to gaze off his death-rattle fading as a serene look crosses his face.. Terron cried that night, and the night after, he held Victor for two days praying and pleading for his return… and then at the heed of dawn on the first day be buried him under the tree with the eyes of man, so that his Maegi father would ever be guarded.

It took two weeks for Terron to return to his Lord Father’s Castle, The Castle that would come to be known as Castle Black in later times. His Lord Father embraced him but Terron made for his room, weary and in pain. For many days he did not eat with the family of guests, his father of great concern consulted a Maester to understand if his son had an illness, the Maester only replied, “If I was to give my opinion I would say Terron suffers of a heart shattered”. His father great of concern set out throughout the kingdoms and villages in search of a lass for his son.

After a great many fortnights, and many of his sons own objections and rejections to those who came in the word of summons there did through the door step one young lady, She stepped through the Castle doors, Green of eyes and green of dress, her hair an auburn that spoke chiefly of red, her lips were full and of crimson and her skin pale and fair as any one man could know, Her figure was that of an Angel born to the earthly realm.

Yet it was not the beauty of body that Terron did see, for his Mentor Victor had taught him that a mans eye were blind to the beauty of the body, for it was folly in truth, but it was her Green eyes that spoke to him, as he gazed at them he had sworn he had heard her speak yet wordlessly she said, “I am the one you have been waiting for..”.

Terron agreed to dine with here this night, but protested that it must be under the moon, he had a table set upon the roof of the Castle for just such an occasion. When the meal was ready Terron waited patiently for her to finish preparations and then he did take her arm in his own and lead her to the roof.

Just as well it was a warm nights, the stars were clear and the moon of a full state, Terron took it as fate, He had elected to wear embroidered black of high collar for the occasion, and she had in her fashion donned a red dress, yet only enhanced her physical beauty. They engaged in convorsation of the meal for just nigh of four hours before she said she must retire, and Terron lead her to her room, where as she went in and closed the door slowly she did smile at him a smile that spoke, “Again tommarrow we dine, and from then to forever..”. Terron was awestricken, he had never known that he could feel this such emotion again after what he had gone through, but it was there growing inside him again.

He found it odd that throughout that four hours of convorsation she never spoke her name, but he loved every minute of it so it was quickly forgotten, for many nights did they dine together speaking of all mannerisms of things, and then one afternoon they had elected to walk through the forest together, alone, yet Terron did have a sword at his belt.

The forest was lovely it had come to pass to fall or thereabouts and the trees were stunning as the duel tones of brown and rust red filled the air as the came upon a clearing of green grass he spoke, “M’dear it has come upon me that you have yet to speak thine sweet name to me save wordlessly” she looked curiously upon him, and smile on her face, Oh how it made her radiate as the Angel she was, “Is it then that Angels are nigh allowed to speak named M’lady?”, In this she smiled even brighter and her dainty voice spoke tender sweet words, “M’lord Terron, you would make me blush a thousand times with that beautiful voice of yours, yet I am no Angel”, Terron took on a red hue at that comment, but it faded shortly thereafter, “So you say you are not, in this I am relieved I should have been one to catch you if you had been the Angel who had come to this earthly plane, speak to me thine beautiful name then, speak freely I pray you.” She smiled as she often did with him and turned towards him looking into his eyes her smile brightened, “I am Persephone, and you m’dear are mine.” Terron had a look of surpise as the lass moved towards him and brought him to the ground giggling in a way that no measure of anger could overcome he laughed, “a most glorious name for a most lovely being Persephone”. She laughed again and after sometime of play she tired and layed on his chest, “M’lord.. I would not tell my name to a man who could not say he loved me, can you say it M’dear?” she moved her face to look into his own, her eyes piercing through his own, “M’dear I have been able to speak of love with you since the first wordless thing you spoke to me, and I would swear it now, I do Love Persephone.” She smiled, “And I do love thee Terron.”

From there they had many days of happiness, and love. Though one day Terron did bend a knee to her in askance of her lovely hand in marriage, and she did agree without hesitation, they kissed, long and deep as they often did, and spoke of forsworn loves to each other.

It is fortunate such unconditional love exists, Agape even, it is however unfortunate that many people exist as do, for where there is happiness there will also be depression.

It was no small secret that Castle Black was on a remote Island to the main Continent, and Thus Terron had ignored many of the tiding from the outer world, rather the world outside of the perfect peace between Persephone and himself, after his Lord father died Terron had devoted all his attentions to his Lady Love, yet the time is calling where he could not.
A messanger comes into the main hall, “Lord Terron I have ill tidings of War, I beg your pardon to permit that I speak.”
“Speak”
“Aye sir, War has broken out between the Northern Kingdoms and the Southron Kingdoms, as in the days of old, their pact has broken, Lord Karstark has requested you, and your army to join his own.” Terron shook his head, his hand squeezing that of his Lady Love’s hand whom sat beside him, he spoke aside to her, “This is unfortunate m’love, this is a war that I must join or consider the Castle to be seiged within itself” his voice with fullness of sadness when spoken softly to her, “I love thee I am afraid I must go..”
Her hand tightened on his, “You’ll not be anywhere without me, I cannot live without you..”
He spoke lightly, “We’ll speak of this later” and turned to the Messanger, “Tell Lord Karstark he can expect to see my sigil two fortnights hence.”
“Aye sir” and with that he was gone.

“You won’t leave me Terron, you are my lifesblood, I cannot breath without you near me, I beg of you don’t leave me, please.. I love you..” her eyes began to well up with those tears he so hated to see, “If I take you with me.. You may be killed, and you too are my lifes blood, I love you fully, truly of my heart and my soul.” A tear fell from her eyes, “then take me with you… be my guardian, only you have been my protectorate.. the fierce knight who protected the gentle angel.. remember?” the sadness in her voice, the sincerity brought tears to his own eyes, “I love you..” “I love you too” and there they lie together for the rest of the evening without dinner or interruption.

On the first of the two fateful fortnights, Terron had crafted a suit of light armor for her, using his expenses on using dragonscale as her protection, he presented it to her, “If you would come with me, I would have you wear this” she looked at him, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him “Thank you my Lord Love.” The Armor was a very ornate red, the shade of her hair, it was inlaid with many scripts and Images, many of roses, and a few inlaid of his love for her, He placed it next to his own armor in preparation for the fortnight to come.

Terron had gotten a silver mare for her to ride, alongside his black Destrider stallion, she looked small next to him and the sword across his back, but it was still that the men did see their armored gauntlets holding as if to hold hands on their journey. His armor was black inlaid with forsworn love to her, and roses were in red across it, it was accented with gold, The very armor that had given him the name ‘Knight of Roses’ and to be sure, he had thorns.

On that fortnight they arrived and he had his pavillion erected, you could see the enemy lines from here, he helped her down from her mare and made formal introductions to Lord Karstark, and then they went to council for three hours while she waited in the pavillion for her lord love. At whence three hours had passed he came to the pavillion and rested with her in his arms, protective, never to let go, they would live forever this way he hoped.

On the Marrow the war raged on, and she by his side charged into battle with him, every faithful, It was seen by the tacticians that Lord Terron could take ten men on to his one, it was also seen that about him it seemed that his sword was aflame, and that the foes would die of reasons unknown. Terron killed savagely those who came near Persephone his Maegi striking those foes he saw, his Claymore ablaze with dark flames and destruction. Five hundred men felled to him that day, but nothing could make up for its event.

Too near to the battles closing, the enemy almost given up, it was seen by Terron that there some forty yards hence was an archer aiming at him?.. no.. Persephone, he moved as quickly as he could but it was in a vain attempt, the arrow came whistling of death, and the hell forged steel cut through the dragonscale armor and pierced her chest. Terron’s mind went blank for a moment and then he was down holding Persephone in his arms looking down at her, so fierce was the flames encircling him that he could scarely be seen from the outside. A trickle of blood came down Persephone’s lips, “Know I have loved, and been loved me lord love.. and know that I would die with you… I am sorry I came.. but I couldn’t be without you.. I cant be without you… My soul is bound to yours.. know that, wherever I go I am waiting for you.. Terron.. I love you truly.. kiss me one last time..” It was seen that Lord Terron ripped his helm from his armor without unclasping it his eyes moist of tear, “and I too love you, and would to die with you save this vengeance” “do not die with me, live for me.. love me, kiss me..” he bowed his head close to her face and lightly his lips touched hers, his kiss deepened and he could taste her bloody kiss, the scent of death very near, she smiled during this kiss, and closed her eyes for the last time. He sat there, lips touching her own, then he held her there in his arms for many hours, it was said in the battlefield that anything that came near the two was destroyed, a horrible death it was, friend or foe it mattered very little.

Terron carried the body of Persephone back to his Pavillion and laid her on the bed, he drew the sheets across her and adjusted her pillow, then he walked out into the field again, his steps calm he walked down across enemy lines, the Maegi cursed and swore that they could not use their tricks on him, the archers arrows burned before they touched him, and any sword that came near him fell to his knees in agony of death, Terron strode over to the archer whom shot his lady love, put a foot on his chest and pulled the claymore that had been lodged inside of it. It was from there, his sword attackes, and the flames on his sword so fierce that the death is spread was everywhere, Friends retreated thinking he had it handled, and foe retreated in fear of this beast on the field.

Terron took his troops and host back to Castle Black, carrying the body of his Lady love himself. He made her Grave next to where his own would be, and gave her the title of the Lady of the house, for he would know no other, he knew he would not, he loved only her