Story concept: Erith Arwen
Written by: Erith Arwen and Eyas Stormwolf
© Erith Arwen and Eyas Stormwolf
Nowhere else she had travelled on Eternia seemed as sinister to Teela as the Vile Marsh.
The thickening mist was gradually consuming the afternoon sunlight, and the eeriness was
affecting all the riders. Teela almost regretted begging her father to allow her to join
the cadets on this training expedition. She remembered how Man-At-Arms had stared at her
in stunned silence when she had asked. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now
the comfort of the palace seemed infinitely more preferable to camping in the miserable
swamp.
Teelas horse stumbled, jolting her forwards. Teela reacted instantly, and gripped the
saddle firmly as her steed regained its footing. She leaned over the horse's neck, and
muttered wordlessly in its ear. Soothed by the sound of Teela's voice, the horse moved
ahead more confidently.
Man-At-Arms rode up beside his daughter. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Teela nodded and looked away. She wished Man-At-Arms would refrain from asking after her
welfare in front of the trainees. It embarrassed her.
The rider ahead of Teela turned slightly, looking back over his shoulder. "Shes probably
tired," he remarked. "She needs her feather bed and a hot bath."
Teela glared back. "It's you who needs a bath, Emel," she retorted sharply.
"Quiet, both of you," ordered Man-At-Arms. Emel turned away, concentrating once again on
his riding.
"We will be stopping to make camp soon," said Man-At-Arms.
"Dont stop on my account," Teela muttered, her angry stare never leaving Emel's back.
Suddenly she spurred her horse forwards, riding to the head of the column. Man-at-Arms
looked after her in surprise.
"What has got into the girl?" he questioned, looking at Fisto. Fisto shrugged and did
not reply. The problem was a simple one, yet one that neither Man-At-Arms nor he had
ever had to face. Teela longed for acceptance among the other cadets, but it eluded her
constantly. The only girl in the squad, Teela was as skilled as any of the young men
with sword and bow, and her riding ability already equalled Fisto's, but that
was evidently not enough. At twelve years old, Teela was five years the junior of the
squad's youngest member. Many of the lads believed that as a girl she ought not be
trained in the manly arts of war, and they felt that her place among them was not
earned, but simply the wish of Man-At-Arms.
The warrior cadets never voiced their opinions to Man-At-Arms directly, but Fisto knew his
companion had overheard complaints within the squad on several occasions. News that Teela
would be joining the training expedition to the Vile Marsh had been received incredulously
by the boys. And Teela did not help matters. She was prone to react badly to jibes from
Emel and his friends; often failing to control her quick temper. She had challenged Emel
to a fight once, and had become even more furious when he had laughed at her. Teela worked
tirelessly to be the best she could be, but still the recognition by her peers never came.
Perhaps they were jealous of her uncanny knack of being able to duplicate everything she
was shown perfectly. Fisto doubted the lads in the squad realised the extent of her
talent, but Man-At-Arms and he had seen it. Teela did more than simply absorb and learn -
she adapted every fighting technique into her own style. The girl was extraordinary.
But she was still a girl. Fisto sighed. He would have to talk to Man-At-Arms. He resolved
to broach the subject once they had set up camp for the night.
Teela urged her horse to keep ahead. She didnt want anyone to see the tears of
frustration and anger that were threatening to run down her face. She especially did
not want that gronk Emel to see how upset she was.
"Are you ok, Teela?"
Teela started at the sound of the voice. She turned and saw Tevest beside her.
He had recently joined the cadets, and was the youngest and smallest member of the squad.
He was short and stocky, with a shock of red hair and ears that stuck out. Even though
the others made fun of him for doing so, he always talked to Teela.
"Sure Im ok," Teela replied with a faint smile.
Tevest sighed. "I wish we could stop. My backside hurts. Its never ridden this far
before."
Teela giggled. "Man-At-Arms says we will be stopping soon."
"Good. Not that I fancy spending the night in the Vile Marsh," added Tevest. "They say the
souls of dead warriors haunt the swamps at night."
"Great," retorted Teela. "As if we don't have enough bad company already."
Emel appeared alongside them. "Well, if there are ghosts here, we'd better send you home,
Teela!" he muttered. "A baby like you would howl the swamp down if one came near you."
Teela reined in her horse and turned to face Emel. She could see that Tevest was going
red - a sure sign that he was about to lose his temper. "Are you sure that you arent
talking about yourself, Emel?" she questioned. Emel halted abruptly. The rest of the
squad reined in behind him, curious as to how the impending drama would unfold.
"I dont have any worries about my bravery," stated Emel scornfully. "But then I am a man
and a warrior! You might tremble when someone speaks of phantoms, Teela, but I won't."
Teela's face flushed red, and she realised that her right hand was squeezing the grip of
her short sword. "Are you calling me a coward?" she questioned.
"If the apron fits," Emel answered.
Teela felt Tevest's hand on her right arm. She looked at her companion, and she knew
from his expression exactly what his sentiments were. Tevest was fuming, but this was not
the time or the place for a confrontation. Teela relaxed her grip and moved her hand from
her sword. Tevest nodded slightly, and withdrew his hand.
"Teelas braver than you any day, Emel," stated Tevest coldly.
Emel sniggered. "Yeah? Prove it."
Teela turned her horse away. "I will. You wait and see."
Emel shook his head in disbelief, but said nothing further.
Man-At-Arms' voice broke the uneasy standoff. "Why have we stopped?"
Silence greeted his question. Moments passed before Tevest spoke. "I was telling Teela
about the stories of the Vile Marsh being haunted, sir. Is there any truth in the old
tales?"
Man-At-Arms studied Tevest's inquiring face. "Well, Tevest, I guess that depends on your
point of view. What do you mean by 'haunted'?"
"Populated by the souls of the dead, I suppose," replied Tevest.
"Come on, let's ride," commanded Man-At-Arms. "The light is fading. And in answer to your
question, Tevest, the souls of all beings are everywhere." Man-At-Arms paused briefly.
"Anyway, it's not the dead that you need to worry about in the Vile Marsh." Flicking his
reins, the warrior moved to the head of the column, and the rest of the squad followed on
slowly.
Tevest turned to Fisto. "What did he mean by that?" he asked.
Fisto looked at Tevest, hesitating before giving his answer. "He meant it's the
undead you should be concerned about."
An hour later Man-At-Arms gave the command for the squad to set up camp. They had
reached the top of a hill which poked its summit through the miasma of damp fetid air
rising from the bog pools. Teela stood up from pitching her tent. The sun was
setting, and in its dying rays she noticed in the distance what looked like a ruin. She
shaded her eyes and squinted. She could just make out the line of what had been a city
wall, many leagues to the east.
"What do you see?"
Teela jumped. "Tevest!" she exclaimed. "How do you sneak up on people like that?"
Tevest shrugged. "Just a knack I guess. So what do you see?"
"I think there may be a ruined city out there."
Tevest looked where she pointed. He shook his head. "I can't see a thing. Guess my eyes
arent as good as my sneaking up skills. Now, if you've finished, I want to find a zila
bug."
Teela looked at him and grimaced. "What do you want one of those for? They stink."
Tevest grinned and looked over to where Emel was still struggling to put up his tent.
"Exactly."
Meanwhile, Fisto was lighting the fire in the centre of the camp. He remembered camping
here during his own training as a warrior cadet. Of course, things had been done
differently in those days. The training was conducted unofficially and in secrecy, for
Hordak had outlawed all military training except for his own Horde. Fisto frowned at the
memories. Training had been short and the war had been long.
The earth under the tinder was still black from numerous expeditions. Fisto
closed his tinderbox and angled it close to the straw in the hollow he had fashioned in
the fire logs. He struck the flint against the steel. A large spark leapt out and
landed on the straw. It began to smoulder and burn. Fisto blew on it gently, adding
small dry twigs to the pile. As the flames grew, he added larger pieces of wood.
"You havent lost your touch."
Fisto looked up at Man-At-Arms and grinned. "Camp stew will be ready shortly," he said.
Man-At-Arms laughed. Camp stew was basically the day's rations boiled in one pot of water.
The meagre mixture was a tasteless blend of strips of meat and root vegetables. The squad
would be hungry, with nothing to add to the meal but a couple of hard tack biscuits and
water from their flasks. Man-At-Arms insisted that they would have no more luxury than a
fully trained fighting unit.
Man-At-Arms turned to leave. Fisto took a deep breath as he added more wood to the fire.
"I have been meaning to speak to you," he said. Man-At-Arms stopped.
"About Teela?" he asked.
Fisto looked up in surprise. Man-At-Arms crouched down beside his friend. "She is having
a hard time from the rest of the squad," Fisto stated.
Man-At-Arms nodded. "I know. But what can I do? I do not treat her any differently from
the rest. She has no preferential treatment as a girl or as my daughter. The truth is I
probably make her work harder."
Fisto gripped his friends shoulder. "Perhaps that is as much a mistake as giving her
preferential treatment. You make it harder for her than for the squad, and she does
everything you ask without fail. It is hard for the boys to accept that Teela has every
right to be a warrior."
"But they should," interrupted Man-At-Arms.
Fisto nodded. "Of course. But she rarely makes mistakes, and she makes them look inept."
"So what would you suggest I do, Fisto?" asked Man-At-Arms.
"Remember every journey starts with one step," Fisto replied. "Let them get used to the
fact that a girl wants to be a warrior. Let Teela make more mistakes. It will help her
to discover her path."
Man-At-Arms looked at Fisto. "You are right as usual, my friend."
Fisto shrugged. "We shall see. Teela will be stronger for the difficulties she
currently faces. Now, let's get this squad together for supper."
The glow of the fire lifted the spirits of the squad, for it brought heat and light to
the menacing landscape. Twilight fell quickly during the Winter months, but here in the
Vile Marsh, it was only the hours of daylight that changed with the passing of the
seasons.
The cadets spoke amongst themselves about the journey they had undertaken. From the
Fertile Plains in the south, they had travelled through the vastness of the Evergreen
Forest before reaching the Vile Marsh. The snow-covered landscape of the forest had been
hard to traverse as the Winter drifts were always heavy, but now the boys longed to
return.
Man-At-Arms noticed Tevest's thoughts seemed to be elsewhere. "You do not join in the
chatter of your companions, Tevest," he remarked.
"I was remembering your words from earlier, sir," Tevest replied. "And I was wondering
about the city that Teela saw when we set up camp."
"Ah, the ruined city of Nightflame," Man-At-Arms said with a wry smile. "I thought talk
would turn to the legends eventually."
Overhearing his words, the other members of the squad began to crowd around Man-At-Arms
with curiosity. "It looks like you'll be telling the stories this evening, my friend,"
remarked Fisto. "I shall enjoy listening to your tale of adventure!"
Man-At-Arms raised his eyebrows. "Very well," he stated. "Gather round everyone, and I
shall tell you the legend of Nightflame."
He waited a few moments while the trainees settled down around him before beginning his
story. Leaning forwards, he prodded the fire with a stick. Sparks floated into the
night air. "Nightflame..." he murmured. "Centuries ago, the city was built by master
craftsmen. It was a city of beauty - constructed from the finest marble, with tree-lined
avenues as symmetrical as the towering columns of the architecture. To protect Nightflame
from the perils of the Vile Marsh, a mighty perimeter wall was raised around the entire
city.
"The decision to place Nightflame at the heart of the marsh was a bold one, fraught with
danger, but the Eternians of the time were peace-loving people who sought to create
beauty in even the most remote locations. The hardships of life under the rule of the
Snake Men was within the living memory of the city elders, and they had no desire for
history to repeat itself.
"Yet evil lurked within the swamps, and the creatures of darkness were envious of the
city, longing to claim it as their own. They despised the influence of good, seeking
only to destroy the inhabitants of Nightflame. Yet the perimeter wall resisted all
attempts at conquest for many years, keeping back the fiends of the marsh.
"Sadly the city of Nightflame was not destined to last. The swamp creatures grew in
number and became more organised in their efforts. At first, the city withstood the
more determined attacks, but not for long. The barriers were broken, and the
invasion of Nightflame began.
"The beautiful city became a battleground once the perimeter was breached. The
defenders struggled against the invaders, and watched their home being destroyed
around them. Many lives were lost in the battles, and the tranquillity of Nightflame
was shattered.
"The elders knew that Nightflame was on the verge of collapse. The soldiers were
fighting hard and determinedly, but defeat was imminent. They sent an envoy to Castle
Grayskull, requesting the assistance of the Sorceress. The Sorceress of the time was a
young warrior mystic named Ty'luan. Ty'luan agreed to join the defenders of Nightflame.
"With the Sorceress of Grayskull supporting them, the soldiers of Nightflame began to
gain the upper hand in the conflict. The creatures of the marsh were driven back or
slain, but they had devastated the city beyond repair. The once proud buildings were now
nothing more than crumbling ruins. Eventually the grip of evil was loosened, and the
battle was won. But the cost had been desperately high. Ty'luan was killed during the
final battle, and the survivors realised that their home was now uninhabitable. With
sorrow in their hearts, they abandoned the city.
"Nightflame has stood silently ever since those days of tragedy, forsaken by its people
and avoided by all those who later ventured into the marsh. It is said that there are
beings who still reside there - those who fell on the battleground but whose souls are
trapped within the mist of the swamp, unable to complete their journeys to the afterlife.
They are known as the Wanderers, for they drift about the ruins, lost between life and
death. They cannot escape, for they were slain when Ty'luan fell, and their souls were
bound to the weapon of Grayskull that she was carrying at the time of her death."
Man-At-Arms leaned back, and tossed the stick on to the fire. "At least, that is what
the legend says," he added.
For a while, the squad sat in silence, wondering at Man-At-Arms' story. The fire
suddenly seemed colder, and Tevest rose quietly and added some more logs to the flames.
The first to speak was Emel. "Ghost stories!" he exclaimed. "They are for scaring
children, not warriors! I doubt the Wanderers even exist, but if they do, I would stand
my ground fearlessly."
"You should have more respect for the myths, Emel," stated Fisto. "Do you know how to
kill an undead warrior?"
Emel was about to make a joke when he realised Fisto's question was serious. He shook
his head.
"You strike him down with an enchanted blade, or you let him touch you," Fisto continued.
"The enchanted blade is preferable. If you chose the second option, you both die."
Emel's face fell. "I don't recall the armourer saying my sword had a magical blade," he
remarked quietly.
"And that, my young friend, is why we never go any closer to Nightflame than here,"
Fisto replied.
Watching Tevest place the large green zila bug under the flap of Emel's tent had been the
best part of the evening. Emel would go mad when he realised the beetle had crawled
all over his possessions, leaving behind a stench worse than the decaying vegetation of
the marsh. Teela giggled to herself as she imagined Emel's face when he found out. He
would be furious. Not as furious as Man-At-Arms, though, when he discovered that she
had slipped out from camp and ridden to Nightflame.
She realised that her little expedition in the dead of night was foolhardy, but the story
her father had told had intrigued her. She had felt drawn to Nightflame from the
moment she had seen it, and she knew she had to explore the ruined city. Creeping away
in the darkness had been easy, and it was the one time she was grateful for being
small.
Her horse was uneasy in the darkness of the marsh, but she patted its neck and
whispered reassurances, coaxing the animal to continue onwards. The ride was slow, for the
light was poor. The half-moon illuminated the dank landscape weakly, struggling to break
through the mist, but there was enough light for Teela to make progress towards Nightflame.
When Teela reached the ruins of Nightflame's perimeter wall, she realised that the city
had been huge. When she had seen the wall from the camp, she had estimated that
Nightflame had been approximately the size of Eternos, but she had been wrong. The city in
the marsh was vast - and with awe she realised that its many buildings and streets had
housed a population of thousands.
The ruins stood on high ground, and even now, hundreds of years since the fall of the
city, there remained a majesty and elegance that even the darkness of the Vile Marsh
could not penetrate. The wall was mostly in a state of collapse, but in places the
enormous blocks of pale white-grey stone remained standing as a monument to the once
proud city. Yet even the intact parts of the wall were damaged, and Teela knew not
whether the cracks were caused by natural erosion or the weapons of long ago. Wild plants
sprawled over the masonry in untidy fashion, and the faint moonlight illuminated the
pitted texture of the stones.
Teela guided her horse towards a gap in the wall, but the steed stopped suddenly.
Teela tried to coax the animal gently, but it refused to take a step closer to the
ruins. Teela dismounted, patted the horse's neck, and went on alone. As she
clambered over the fallen stone blocks, she noticed that inside the perimeter, the
evening mist seemed unable to linger. The absence of the mist inside the city was
disconcerting, for it seemed as if an unseen force prevented it from passing over the
city wall. Yet Teela was grateful for the brighter moonlight, and as she gazed about at
the remains of the ancient buildings, she wondered where she should start exploring.
Venturing into Nightflame, Teela studied her surroundings. Most of the buildings were
in a state of collapse. Smashed roof tiles were strewn everywhere among the crumbling
stone walls of ruined dwellings. Weeds had forced their way through the street cobbles,
causing large uneven cracks, and as Teela wandered along the once glorious avenues, she
imagined how spectacular the city must have been when it was built. Now there were no
neat rows of trees along the walkways, although the seedlings from those original
plants had rooted and grown randomly in the chaos of the ruins. Teela saw
other buildings too, larger and grander than the houses. She thought they must have been
council chambers and temples, and she admired the few sculptured columns that remained
intact. She found areas that had once been cultivated gardens, with lakes and fountains,
and yet more buildings whose purposes she could not ascertain. The community
here must have been proud and successful, Teela realised, and she both admired and
pitied the people of Nightflame.
Teela continued her exploration, studying the ancient structures with curiosity and
wonder. There was an eeriness to Nightflame, but this was not due to the ghost stories
her father had told at the camp. Somehow the city seemed familiar to her, as if a
memory from long ago was trying to push its way into her thoughts. She dismissed the
images, reminding herself that in all her twelve years, she had never visited
Nightflame before. Yet the memory persisted, and she imagined the streets as they once
were, full of laughing children and traders selling their wares. In the next instant
the vision was gone, but it affected her deeply, and she stood still for a moment to
gather her thoughts. The memory had been so vivid... she drew breath and told herself
that her father was a talented storyteller.
Walking slowly onwards, Teela noticed a faint shadow drifting in the air, a short way
above the ground. Shapeless and diaphanous, the breath of darkness floated towards her.
Teela stopped in her tracks, staring at the phenomenon. The shadow seemed to be
growing larger, drawing darkness from the surrounding air. Teela backed away slowly,
watching the shadow intently. She changed direction, moving cautiously into another
street. As she looked back, she saw the shapeless form appear from behind the building
on the street corner, and suddenly she realised that the shadow was tracking her. It
drifted slowly, gradually increasing in size as it moved towards her. Hurrying now, Teela
glanced back as she ran, and saw with horror that the shadow seemed to be taking human
form. The wraith followed her in unhurried fashion, drifting mist-like through the ruined
streets. Teela stumbled over the uneven cobbles as she ran, nearly losing her balance.
She was increasing the distance between her and the phantom, but as she looked ahead, she
realised that three more wraiths were blocking her path.
Frantically changing direction, she ran into the ruins of a house, clambering wildly
over the broken masonry, and snapping brittle tiles underfoot. Her heart was
pounding, and she did not have to look back to know the phantasmal creatures were still
in pursuit. She jumped through a gap in the building's wall into another avenue.
Glancing along the course of the street, she saw more of the wraiths drifting towards her.
She ran towards a fountain that marked the convergence of four broad avenues,
desperately trying to maintain her bearings and plot the movements of the wraiths. Yet
with each step she made, she realised that more and more of the phantoms were
materializing from the air, and closing in on her position.
Her flight became a desperate scramble through ruined buildings and streets. When she
had made the decision to spend the night in the city, it had been to prove her bravery
to the members of the squad like Emel. Now she was barely able to control the terror
that threatened to overwhelm her. She was angry with herself for being so foolish, but
realised that her anger suppressed her fear, and forced her to continue running. She
had never actually believed she would encounter the Wanderers of Nightflame,
reluctantly agreeing with Emel's observation that the legends were fanciful tales
used to scare children. Now all doubts had vanished - the phantoms were very real and
very close.
Teela resolved to run all night if she had to - whatever it took to escape from the
Wanderers and the haunted city. There was little more she could do, for against the
undead warriors, her short sword was useless. Flight was the only defence. In the
moonlight, she saw dozens of the wraiths approach her from almost every direction,
leaving only one or two paths open. It did not take her long to realise that this
was tactical - the Wanderers were forcing her to move in a particular direction, and
she wondered how long the pursuit would last before they succeeded in entrapping her.
As the Wanderers drew nearer, Teela thought she could hear their voices - strange
whispers that echoed in her thoughts. At first she could not understand what they said,
but soon she realised that they were repeating a name over and over. It was a
breathless, eerie chant, repeated endlessly as the Wanderers drifted after her.
Ty'luan... Ty'luan...
Teela almost screamed at the voices. They echoed around the ruins, the sounds seemingly
coming from everywhere at once.
Ty'luan...
Teela knew she was on the edge of panic. Glancing around she saw the Wanderers were
perilously close, their phantasmal arms reaching towards her. Their voices seemed louder
now, chanting the name of the dead Sorceress as they closed in. Teela looked ahead, and
saw more of the Wanderers floating mist-like through the air towards her. Encircled by
the phantoms, Teela knew she could not escape. Stumbling over the rubble beneath her
feet, her strength vanished, and she collapsed to the ground. Closing her eyes, she waited
for the moment of death.
Ty'luan... Ty'luan...
The voices continued chanting Ty'luan's name, but the cold hand of death that Teela was
anticipating never came. Teela slowly opened her eyes, and stared up at the circle of
Wanderers that surrounded her. She wondered why they came no closer, and in the shadows
she thought she could see their faces. And as she stared at them, she realised that
they sought something other than her death. The faces were desperately forlorn, and she
felt their sadness.
Teela slowly sat up, and as she did so, she placed her hand on an object buried amongst
the rubble of shattered stone. She looked down and saw a wooden staff. The tip had been
carved into a snake's head, fashioned to appear ready to strike. She gripped the staff
and pulled it clear of the masonry. As she stood upright, she felt a surge of
energy pass from the staff into her body.
Ty'luan... the Wanderers whispered once more, then fell silent. And it was in that
moment that Teela finally understood why destiny had guided her to Nightflame.
The riders reached the city at dawn. The sunlight illuminated the remains of Nightflame's
perimeter wall, forcing back the mist and welcoming the new day. Fisto was the first to
see Teela's horse. The animal had waited where she had left it, for it would no sooner
head back into the Vile Marsh than it would enter the city.
"Our fears have been realised," Fisto murmured sadly. "Teela did come here last night."
Man-At-Arms simply stared at the ruined wall, unable to speak.
Emel dismounted. "We must search for her," he stated, his voice anxious.
Tevest nodded in agreement, and swung himself from his horse. He walked up to Emel, then
looked back at the rest of the squad. "Who will join us?" he asked.
Gradually the riders dismounted, and made their way to Emel and Tevest. "Wait!"
commanded Fisto. "You should be aware that this is a perilous undertaking. I will lead
those of you who wish to search for Teela. I will not require this of any of you, for
such a quest goes beyond the duty of a soldier. There is no shame in turning back now."
"Sir, our duty is to each other," said Emel.
Fisto nodded. "Well spoken, Emel," he replied. "We may make a warrior of you yet."
Suddenly Tevest shouted. "Look!" he exclaimed, pointing at the gap in the stone wall.
The squad stared in disbelief, for there stood Teela, grasping the snake staff,
haloed by the early morning sunlight. Man-At-Arms sighed deeply, and closed his eyes
with relief. Teela began to walk towards the squad, and suddenly the cadets realised
she was not alone. Passing through the gap in the wall behind her came scores of
phantasmal human shapes.
As she led the Wanderers from Nightflame, Teela raised the snake staff, pointing the
head towards the sunlight. The Wanderers encircled her, gradually returning to their
shapeless states. Freed at last from their entombment, the Wanderers whispered her name
in gratitude, before fading into the sunlight. Soon the last wisps of shadow had
vanished, but for a while longer, faint voices, filled with happiness, could be heard
whispering softly.
Teela... Teela...
Teela walked slowly to the group, leaning heavily on the staff. As she glanced at Fisto,
she saw him smile, his expression a mixture of relief and admiration. She turned and saw
Emel staring at her. Slowly he extended his right arm. Teela paused, realising the
significance of his actions. In full view of the rest of the squad, Emel was offering
the warriors' greeting. She walked to him, and they gripped each other's forearms.
"Welcome home," Emel said, and his words were sincere.
Releasing her grip, Teela made her way to where Man-At-Arms was standing. She threw her
arms about his neck, and they hugged each other warmly. "Are you alright?"
Man-At-Arms asked. Teela nodded, and this time she did not mind the question.