Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #15 June 2015 | Page 35

chamber. A guard opened the doors, ushered them in
and announced their presence. A group of people were
clustered around the large table, poring over maps.
Their chatter was silenced as Gamying and Manfred
entered. One man stood. He was an older version of
Gamying. He was the same build and size, but where
Gamying’s hair and beard were jet black, Gamyon’s
showed flecks of grey. Gamyon’s and Gamying’s eyes
locked briefly. Manfred observed that much was said
without words. Father and son were clearly very close.
Gamyon cleared his throat and addressed them. His
eyes moved from his son’s and locked onto Manfred’s.
He has received bad news. He has despair in his eyes,
but I see a small glimmer of hope there.

here. Your timing could not be better. I am at my
wits’ end. I need your advice and your assistance. The
omens are not good. Spring came late. The dwarves
have left FirstWorld. Our city is regularly attacked out
of Northland. I fear that our peaceful city will fall.”
He paused and his eyes met his son’s again and then
began to water with tears. “I fear that Gamying, my
Heir-Regent, will never get his chance to fulfil his
destiny. I fear that the time of the Regents draws to an
end. You are not the only visitors in Tamarlan. Yesterday, a stranger arrived in mysterious circumstances out
of the Northland. He carries the mark of Ubadah. The
King has returned.”

“Welcome home my son, it is good to see you returned
safe and sound. Welcome Great Sage, your visits to
Tamarlan are too few. You are always most welcome

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