[mrmao]

Ander sat in library of the queens castle. He had been there for three days. Looking for anything in acinet history of the swoard masters. This library didn't have much over five hundered years old nothing of real importance. He got back up looking for anything that could help him. He brrowsed the sheleves and finally came to a corner. Here were the oldest tomes. He browesed the shelves looing for anything, then he found it a smaller tattered tome. He read the faded ink on the cover, The War of Power and Other Releveant Studies. Ander nearly feel over this was the oldest known book written only a decade after the War of Power, last great attempt of evil to break the balance. The swoard masters had a copy but, belived all the others gone. If his hunch was correct about what was coming this would be invaluble.

Ander wen't back over to the table were some of the histores were still scattered. As he was about to sit down in the high back chair again Ander heard shouting from the corridor. It wasn't very clear. So, Ander got up and walked to the door. As he poked his head out the door a guard stoped and looked at him.

"Master, a mob angry with the queen is coming this way. We think they come to kill the queen." the guard said all this at a nervous pace.

"Don't worry I'll be there in a minute." Ander could tell he was nervous he wasn't a vetran and neither was Ander, but he had been stuying about six years longer then this guards man.

Ander wen't back to the library. He put his clock on and tocked the ancient tome in the pocket of his clock. He slung his great swoard over his back and left for the main court yard. This castle wasn't a true defensive fortress and the gate was pretty flimsy for stoping a mob, and if they really wanted in that gate wouldn't stop them.