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Back to Ruxox
Today we are meeting Hugh, one of the Royal Guards of the kingdom of Ruxox. For anyone who missed the introduction by Prince Tristan please check it out here.
Please remember all details in these posts are subject to change as the story(s) are written.
Over to you, Hugh…Ow! Sorry, and Migs. Excuse me while I find some ice for my toe.
Hello, everyone… No, ma’am, I’m not laughing at you, honest.
Ahem, yes, hello, everyone. Carol asked me to come and tell you about my role. But, first I should introduce you to Migs and tell you about the others of her kind—before she treads on any more toes.
As Prince Tristan told you the Pegasus came to us in our hour of need and turned the tide of the battles. They did this by magnifying the natural magic that is held within us all.
I feel I expand slightly as Carol has just told me that this is not normal in your kingdom. Everyone is Ruxox has magic at some level. I’m sure one of the mage teachers will be happy to visit and tell you.
I am a level four mage, which is fairly standard, and my affinity is the water element.
Migs—which is short for Migsula—can help me to focus my power and in battle she can amplify it and stop it draining me as quickly it would if I was using it without help.
The Pegasus leader that came to King William was named Jerle. The Pegasus’ were being hunted to extinction and the only they could survive was to find protectors. They had magic but had not the means with which to use it. We, on the other hand, had magic but very little in the way of control and teaching.
It turned out the Pegasus’ could speak to the minds of compatible mages. William matched with Jerle and together they moved through the ranks of our people finding matches for the other forty Pegasus. Of those forty, thirty found matches and they began training their new bond mate in how to use magic rather than letting it use them.
When we were attacked again we had a solid defense and with the help of the Pegasus’ we also were able to counter-attack. It took only two more battles to win the war. Those two battles took place over four years. It was a very hard time for our kingdom.
After the victory, it was decided to make the people chosen by the Pegasus’ into royal guards. They would be the crowns enforcers. They only report to, and take orders from, the reigning monarch.
If they are sent out with regular guards the royal guards have seniority, no matter how old they are or how long they have been a royal guard.
Over the years the royal guards have been called the Chosen. It derived from them being the ‘chosen few’ and got shortened over time. Any person who is chosen by a Pegasus’ no matter their age is instantly taken into the care and custody of the crown. In the rare case of a young child being chosen their family is moved into the palace compound. That way the child can be taught while still living with their parents and any siblings.
I was chosen when I turned eighteen. I used to live in one of the outlying farms. I was taking crops to market when Migs came thundering down the path towards me. I tipped the cart is on trying to get out of her way, thinking that she was chasing or being chased. But, no. she skidded to a halt beside my now upturned cart and crushed most of my crops trying to get me out from under the seat that had me pinned. She used her teeth to try and pull me out and I had to scream myself hoarse to get her attention before I could tell her my leg was trapped and likely broken.
She ran to the nearest settlement and brought back help in the form of the local royal guards’ garrison. Apparently, she told the other Pegasus’ what had happened, and they told their chosen. They got the cart off me and loaded me onto Migs’ back. They had to lay me over her back and lash my broken leg to the other. Luckily for me I had passed out by this time and I don’t remember anything until I woke up in the palace infirmary with Migs pacing at the foot of my bed.
I was shocked, to say the least, to see a horse inside, and in an infirmary at that. A healer saw I’d woken up and assured me my leg was fine and it would be stiff for a few days. She then turned and gave Migs a good talking to about looking after her chosen. I never knew a horse could hang their head that low.
Ow, okay it wasn’t that funny. I know, you’re not a horse, you’re a Pegasus. You do know I need my feet in one piece, don’t you, Migs? Oh, very mature, now you’re going to turn your back on me.
Ahem, sorry, everyone. Turned out Migs wasn’t that much older than me. She has sensed me nearby when her mother was taking her for a run with her chosen. She’d given her mother the slip and run off to find me. She was very sorry to have startled the cart horse and she made sure that it was found for my family.
Once my leg had had time to rest we were welcomed by the then Captain of the royal guards Captain Luke Mills. He told us what would happen next and sent us off to Cumnor for training. We stayed there for five years before we were transferred back to the capital when a guard here died in an accident. The captain now is Captain Jerome Rose.
Migs and I were put on the timetable and usually pull the night shifts. I was presented to the royal family when I arrived in the capital, but after that I had very little to do with them. I would see them from a distance, but I was never on personal guard duty, so I concentrated on my duties.
In my spare time, I like to swim. My water affinity means I am a strong swimmer and with Migs’ help, I can swim fast underwater for long distances without coming up for air. I use the water to bring air down to me from the surface. Migs can swim but she prefers to follow me on dry land. She says the water causes her mane to get knotted up and she doesn’t like the pain of getting the knots out after.
I also help out with the commoner’s school, but I’m afraid that is a tale for another day as my time is up.
I hope to be asked back to speak again.
Bright day to you all.