Ore Compass: Part 1

The Ore Compass is a magical spoon that guides orphans on their journeys to make a decision between good and evil. It points to their destination, infused with magical ore. Nobody knows of its origin, or where it goes after it leads each orphan, but today I will tell of the most recent owner of it... Gather around, readers, and listen to the tale of Zion, Parlan and Sir Gilbert...

Parlan laid his king down, sighing with exhaustion. Zion also laid his king down.
Even though their rings had kept them up all night, they still had little energy after this stalemate.
Sir Gilbert stared at them with concern.
"My apprentice, you need to put your duties first! Chess is a good way to improvise and practice laying out plans to destroy the phantoms when you aren't on the front lines! However, the last few times we needed help you didn't come, and we had to fight without you." Sir Gilbert sighed.
Parlan looked guilty.
"Mentor, I was foolish to do this. I should've avoided these mistakes. I pray to Mira that you will forgive me." Parlan said.
Zion closed the chess board, also destroying the hologram pieces at the same time. With a grasp of his mist paw extension, he put the wood board in a small compartment at the top of the room.
Sir Gilbert's expression softened at the tone of Parlan's apology.
"Now, that is some true discipline. Please, explain to me why you seem to have withdrawn from battle." Gilbert asked Parlan, trying not to act imposing.
Zion sensed that he may be rude  by standing around, so he went out of the room to go get something from the kitchen and to share a banana split with Frost.
Parlan looked up at Gilbert with eyes that looked unsure, but determined.
The same eyes he had seen at the race.
"Mentor, I meant no harm by staying away from the front lines, but it was because I was cracking from the stress of not knowing who your parents are. Kragok tried to help me, with some experience he had from the Vramaa orphans he had met before, but I still don't know!" Parlan sighed. Gilbert understood the situation  as he himself never knew his parents and was orphaned at an early age.
Suddenly, a glowing silver orb appeared in front of Parlan, wisps of light dancing around it.
"What is your deepest desire..." the orb asked him, infusing charmspeak into its voice. Parlan's lips moved unwillingly.
"I wish for my family to be with me!" Parlan said.
If orbs had emotions, this one seemed amused.
"Oh ho ho, I finally can choose one that I can lead to journey's end..." the orb said. Sir Gilbert watched all this with wonder, as this was the introduction EVERY tale of the Ore Compass started with.
The orb cracked into seven pieces, which in turn molded into seven pieces of spoons, then became one, silver spoon.
As the spoon floated down into Parlan's paws, he started to want to throw the spoon away.
He grabbed the spoon, and threw it across the room, but it rematerialized on a strap around his waist.
"You have been chosen by the Ore Compass, Parlan, and now our journey to your past begins." Sir Gilbert said in a hushed tone.

To be continued...