Almorah looked at the text more diligently. Some phrases she didn't understand as if written in a different language. She paused, looking for a title, starting at the top of the page. She glanced over only finding the beginning of the writing. The penmanship was remarkably beautiful. She began squinting to make the first word out, sounding the word out.

- Qulaliva hevalia geeba selana, which is to say, "The beginning of my task". I continue the account of my experiences in Zelstine, for my memory, though perfect, and my posterity.

Almorah paused, this would be the only account given to men, from the point of view of a man. Cladius's experiences in Zelstine, it seemed too good to be true. She thought about putting the paper back, but was already ensnared with curiosity.

- Of my many tasked performed I will start chronologically. I will order only those of which I find of importance and meaning. First I will give a record of the many training sessions I did practice with my father, though it will not be in great detail. Claydrin, Father Time, and Father of Cladius, God of Life, gave me, my first lesson of being a god. Starting at the principles of ruling (Which I do also state I went through every following day.)

· Pass only righteous judgement.

· Mortals are to be left to their free will, unless they meddle in the affairs of gods.

· Bless those that worship you.

· Protect your people, less they turn away from you.

· All men are created equal, but all men choose a power of standing.

· Gods are not to quarrel. On happenstance that they do, a judgment is to be made among the gods, if they stand dived, the victor is to be accepted and looser punished, even to the consideration of Exile.

· Gods of Exile are to be chained in Hell, which drains their godly power and influence from Lumesc, the Land of Men.

· Lumesc is to be ruled by natural laws, regardless of the gods' standings one with another.

· A council shall be held for the anointing of Godhood, if the majority stands in for the specified person, they are given such gift. If they be born of gods, this rule requires no transfer of power.

· The title of 'God of Time', is to be transferred, not taken, or Ragnarok will occur.

Almorah was shocked, that such detail was given, even to revel the Ten Tenants, or the Rules of Rulership. The Rules of Rulership was a code that the Gods followed, only rumored, but here they were, given by Cladius. She paused, not sure if she should continue the sacred text. She glanced back at the door, what harm could it do?

- And such are the Rules of Rulership. I reveal such things to mortals, also giving them the information that there are rules not to be stated, but among other gods. And so I continue. My father taught me that these rules bring a balance between both man and god. Though, given these rules, corruption can still occur. I will not go into depth on the topic of corruption; less mortals strive to use it against the gods.

Perhaps, it is my pleasing task of gathering my material to build my sword, I made my own weapon, two, and to be exact, one which is to be finished when I reach Zelstine once more. The blade I now carry, I call Necrosis, the taker of life. It was infused with the fang of a dragon, the blood of a god, a skull of a hell hound, and precarious ore, from the minerals of Zelstine.

My greatest trial was that of mute. I could not contact my loved ones, yet I watched them from on high. I wanted to aid them, but was left to the will of my father. While I could, of course run through the gritty details, I will have many tails to tell, but for the purpose of this text, I will keep it as simple, and of summery. I fought many demons, so called "Man-Eaters" whom eat anything in their path. Two larger arms hover over two smaller arms, the size of a tall man. These demons have a burley build, and fat by no means. Some become thing from food deprivation, hence their name, "Man-Eater" is derived, for their constant hunger, and feast, especially desirable and favored from mortal flesh.

Yet, again, I digress. My challenges, were mostly considered part of training. A "Do, or Die" Situation; luckily I must add, that I was taught to tap into my immortal power. It was as simple as knowledge and belief that it was there. Inherit strengths that I took from my father, mainly physical, could not be concealed, and so I learned balance and a way to temper my abilities through much discipline.

Almorah looked down the page for more, but there were no more words to be found. She made a sour face. She was given but an idea of the things Cladius, son of Claydrin learned. She glanced back at the door. No words could be heard. It sounded as if they had already departed from their meeting. A soft knock came by the door and Almorah rushed, hoping for a chance at freedom. She placed her ear against the door as a soft voice spoke.

"Almorah, may we speak briefly? It is about my son, Cladius."

"Who may you be? What purpose have you?" Almorah replied.

"I am the Queen, but now nothing but a widow. May we speak bluntly, as such for our convers?" The Queen spoke back.

"Yes, my lady." Almorah said, muscle memory taking over to give a bow.

"It is true that my son, Cladius has taken heart into you. I must ask, do you feel the same way?"

Almorah paused, she was livid with the man right now. He had just tossed her into this room, a prisoner. She wasn't sure she could give a straight answer. She though deeply, beyond her anger, and sought the truths of her heart.

"Almorah?" The queen questioned.

A few minutes had pasted in Almorah's pondering, minutes she hadn't notice pass by. She quickly looked to the door.

"Yes, my lady, my feelings are true. I declare a deep care, and love, for your son." Almorah replied.

"Almorah, you are a strong woman, I could only imagine the things you must be going through. You are perhaps the bravest woman I have ever known. You have lost everything but yourself, yet you press forward. If my son must have a woman by his side, I'm glad it is you."

Almorah felt her throat burn, and tears roll down her cheeks. Little did her partner understand the fresh wounds she had just pealed; yet, a peace and joy came over the lass, she was glad to have the queens blessing.

"Yes, my lady. I dare say, I will not let another take his side. Regardless of my anger towards your pig headed son, I desire none other. You know as well as I that I should be in that field with him. I deserve a chance to strike back at the enemy, to honor my brother's name!"

"Almorah..." The queen suddenly stopped.

Almorah placed her ear against the door. She could hear the clanking of steel, the noise of plate armor. The lock was being undone, but feverishly and quickly. She could hear the soft sounds of whispers, from what sounded like men. She stepped back from the door, looking for her weapon. But Cladius had somehow subdued the magic, she couldn't call her blade to her.

"Step aside!" A loud voice shouted.

The doors shattered before Almorah's eyes. Splinters of fine mahogany laid strew across the floor. There stood four men, all in plate armor. It was the enemy. In the front, it appeared to be their leader. The man wore a different helmet, revealing his shaded face, and eyes. He pulled his helmet off, as he smiled at the woman. His blue eyes seemed to stare at her, as if to turn her to stone. He wore a thin beard, just following his jaw line, and long black hair in a ponytail. He had a thin nose and a strong appearance. His face had a few splits, and cracks, souvenirs from war.

"Hello, Almorah, I am the God, King Volohs of the West. Will you come willingly with me, or will I have to force you?" The man smiled.

"You're responsible for the death of my brother!" Almorah yelled charging at the man, with Cladius's quill.

Volohs tilted his head in disbelief, she dared challenge a god? He was stronger than even Claydrin, the Father of Time. He had become something greater. He was the God of the Void, and of Space itself, or so he had claimed it. His hand easily caught, Almorah's arm. He pulled the woman quickly off the ground, yanking her arm out of socket, and held the woman in the air. She yelled in pain, as she watched the powerful figure.

"I don't desire to kill you woman." Volohs replied, "It would be a waste of my time."

"Then why go through all this trouble to get to me?"

"Trouble? Hardly!" Volohs laughed, "Your forces were weak, you had, a few hundred or so, it only took me, and my ten men. "

"You lie!" Almorah yelled back, between grit teeth.

Volohs dropped the woman, getting on one knee to get in her face, "And what do I gain from lying, hmm? Nothing! Why do you accuse me so, I am an honest man. My purposes are true, righteous even! I don't want to kill you Almorah. I simply want to draw Cladius out. You are the easiest way to do that. Don't you see why I did such a boring task to get to you?"

Almorah spat in his face, "I hate you!"

Volohs stood up, whipping his face off, he pointed to his men. "You four, bind her, and drag her along."

"Yes Sire!" The men shouted back, stepping forward.

The woman struggled, but to no avail. She was over powered and outnumbered four to one. There was no way, with her lean frame, that she could hold her own physically. Each man was stronger than her by no marginal distance. Once seized, Almorah had no choice but to comply. She was physically forced into submission.

"Don't hurt her, if you can help it." Volohs replied.

Almorah's tears rolled down her cheek. Not tears of sorrow, or pain, but of rage. Where was Cladius now? She knew he would kill this bastard. She knew he would come for her. She believed in Cladius. She trusted him. He was all Almorah had left.