Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?

Alberich had risen in the ranks with almost unnatural speed. He had developed expertise in many weapons with an east that was the envy of his classmages, and picked up his lessons in academic subjects with what seemed to be little or no effort. But in fact, the reclusive Alberich studied long and hard, punishing himself ruthlessly. This lean, tall, hawk-faced young man got up before dawn for extra exercise, spent all his spare time practicing against older boys and studied by the light of Vkandis' lamps in Temple until the priests came in for midnight prayers.

In battle, Alberich had an uncanny way of knowing what they enemy's next move would be, and when and from where the attack would fome. He had always had a sort of "sixth sense" about things which were about to happen. Insitinctively, he hid this ability with the utmost care, for the Sunpriests kept careful watch for anyone exhibiting the "demon powers" which were tha hallmark of karse's greatest eneny--the witch-nation of Valdemar. Those they caught were "cleansed" in the firs of Vkandis Sunlord.

Both Alberichs skill and secret served him wll in the military, and when his cavalry captain was killed during a skirmish with bandits at the border, Alberich was honored by a Voice, becoming one of the youngest captains in the army of Karse. And with his commission came a gift--a handsome white stallion "liberated from the enemy" and retutedly bred by the barbaric Sin'a'in nomads. But both the commission and the horse came with burdens of their own. Alberich had been promoted ahead of two older and more seasoned officers. It did not matter that those two together hadn't been half as effective as Alberich had been alone--those men would want revenge. And riding a white stallion, no matter how powerful its gate and excellent its temperament, made him feel as if he had a target on his back.

But these problems were merely distractions, for the Voices had laid a trap which even Alberich's strange foresight could not predict...

Saved from burning as a witch when his odd white stallion braved the flames and carried him over the border into the witch-nation of Valdemar he was healed by the same enemies he had been taught to hate his entire life. Though he knew he could never again return to his home. Alberich also knew he could never truly become a Valdemaran. How could Alberich remain true to his own people and still retain his honor while training Karse's direst enemy?