Still no name(Fiction) Goes up to Chapter 8. I made a few revisions. Please comment.

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Still no name(Fiction) Goes up to Chapter 8. I made a few revisions. Please comment.

nates2rad
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0 posted 2009-03-03 03:20 PM

                       PROLOGUE

On horseback, he loomed on the outskirts of Aloysius under the cover of night, carrying three babes; two boys and a girl. The struggle of the trodden leagues, holding the babes above the pommel of his ready sabre, highlighted the aged scars. He advanced towards an old friend’s house, in a borough he hadn’t stooped to haunt for three decades.

It was not difficult to find the house he was searching for. Located on the outskirts of Aloysius secluded from the rest of the town. Dismounting his horse, he walked up to the door with the babes in hand. He stopped at the doorstep and laid the three babes down.

“I do not wish to abandon you.” the man said. “I shall return one day and explain why I am doing this.” He bent down and kissed each one of the babes on the forehead.

He placed a letter on top of the sleeping babes and rose to his full height. Curling his hand into a fist he rapped the door loud enough to wake the sleeping residents. The man turned and dashed back to his steed and mounted him. With one last look toward the babes filled with sadness. A few tears escaped the war hardened man. He spurred his steed on disappearing into the night.

An elderly man opened the door slowly with caution for it was nearly dawn and people should be asleep at this hour. At first he saw nothing but his eyes drifted downward and saw the babes and the letter that lay atop of them. Immediately he looked out into the darkness searching for the person who could have dropped off these babes.  Where did they come from? he thought to himself. His wife appeared at his side. When she saw the children at her and her husband’s feet she immediately looked to her husband.

“We will take them in.” the wife said.

“We know not who they are or where they
come from.”  said the man clearly against taking in the children.

In a harsh whisper, “Thomas I will not allow these children to die on our doorstep! Not while I can do something to help them!”, she said. “Now pick up one of the children and help me carry them inside.”

“Fine Marie. We shall take them in.” Thomas said. He knew that he would not win this argument. He reluctantly picked up one of the children and the letter while she picked up the other two children. Then Thomas said “Let us read this letter when we have settled the children. It may contain something about who they are or why they are here.”

Thomas stared curiously at the tarnished piece of paper. Slowly he unfolded it nervous and anxious but did not want to tear the fragile paper. When the paper was completely unfolded he scanned the paper. The handwriting looked vaguely familiar but he thought nothing of it. Thomas then read the letter aloud:

Dear Thomas and Marie,

Yes I know who you are and you know me as well. I regret to tell you that for the children’s safety as well as you own I cannot tell you who I am. I wish for you to raise these children as if they were your own. Do not leave them out to die.

Thomas I know you were once a weapon’s master and wish for you to train them in the art of fighting with weapons that is suited for them. Train even the girl for she should not have to depend upon her brothers or any one else to defend her. They must be prepared for what is to come.

Their names are Nathaniel, Christopher and Michelle. Nathaniel is the boy with dark brown hair and eyes of green emeralds. Christopher is the one with black hair with eyes of purple. Michelle is the girl with brown hair and eyes of blue sapphires.

Heed this warning. If you shall disown these children and leave them to die I will kill you myself.

Thomas finished reading the letter. Fear filled his eyes and he knew whom it was that had left the letter and the children. His gaze drifted to his wife who looked terrified. With a silent agreement they decided to raise these three children.
                   BONDS

Sixteen years later, Nathaniel stood drenched in sweat. His muscles burned as if they were on fire urging him to stop and give up. Nathaniel was sixteen years old. His hair was short and was always untidy. Nathaniel stood in a wide stance, which suited him with his bulky size, holding his two wooden sabres ready. Nathaniel’s emerald green eyes shone with respect for his opponent.

Opposite Nathaniel stood Joshua who was also drenched in sweat and the same burning in his muscles. He was also sixteen years old. His hair was black and reached down to his shoulders. It swept across his face covering part of the left side of his face. Joshua was slimmer than Nathaniel but just as strong, fast and determined as him. Joshua held his two wooden sabres at the ready waiting for the impending attack.

Both stood gasping for air that would not come quick enough. Both were covered in bruises and cuts from traded blows. Thomas and Christopher stood watching the two fatigued swordsmen. Then Thomas, seeing that Nathaniel and Joshua could barley move, stepped forward and raised a hand to each signaling them to stop.

With a sigh of relief Nathaniel collapsed onto the ground in laughter. “Why do we always have to draw Josh?” he said jokingly. “But I’m glad that it’s so fun.”

Josh smiled. He preferred his nickname to his full name. “I really enjoy sparing with you too Nate. As I have for the past seven years.”

“You two are as equal as can be. From what I see neither of you can gain ground over the other.” Thomas said. “That is good. For you will learn more this way. You may even develop the ability to predict your opponent’s attacks with only noticing a slight movement by them. The two of you are truly gifted with you sabres as Christopher is with his axes. But do not become arrogant or cocky for it will cause you to be careless and may even cost you your life.” The three boys listened intently for Thomas did not give advice often and when he did it was of great value. “Now go and bathe. After that the rest of the day you are free to do as you like.”

Josh and Nate quickly got up and placed their wooden swords on a rack near the door and left the room and headed off to the stream to bathe. Shortly after they returned and sought out Christopher. They found him sitting on a stump gazing up at the clouds and sky above.

“Chris.” called Nate.

Chris smiled. He hated when people called him Christopher and most people called him Chris except for his parents, Thomas and Marie. Chris was also sixteen years old and was slim like Josh but just as strong as both Nate and Josh. His hair was short, black and untidy like Nate’s.

“That match today was pretty amazing.” Chris said getting up from the stump.

Chris had always enjoyed watching sparring matches especially between swordsmen such as his brother and Josh. He did not use sabres himself however, sabres felt clumsy in his hands. He preferred to use two single-handed double sided axes. They were heavier than one-handed sabres and had a different balance to them that was perfect for him.

“Ya but not as amazing as you when you use your axes.” said Josh. “We couldn’t even beat you when you use those.”

“I don’t know.” said Chris. “It probably would be as close as the match you two had today.”

They all laughed. Josh had been a friend to Nate and Chris for as long as they could remember. Josh’s parents were taken by a sickness when he was young and since by then he was friends with Chris and Nate, Thomas agreed to take him in and care for him as his own. The Three of them were inseparable. You could rarely find one without the other two. “Brother’s in all but blood.” they would say. Though Chris and Nate were blood brothers.

They departed from their house on the outskirts of town and headed toward the center of Aloysius so they could go see their sister, Michelle. As they came closer to the town they could hear the bustling of people. The market was always full of people. Though most of the people would just ignore the boys.

Michelle was shorter than her brothers Nate and Chris as well as her foster brother Josh. Her beautiful brown hair hung down to the middle of her back. Her sapphire blue eyes always had a look of compassion and deep understanding. She was as strong as her brothers were and as skilled at her weapon as they were at theirs. A staff about the same height as her was her weapon of choice.

Michelle was an assistant to Hannoria, Aloysius’ healer. Michelle possessed and aptitude for healing. She remembered better than most the names of plants and the proportions to mix them in to get certain antidotes and remedies. It was a good thing too for her brothers had a tendency to cause harm to their bodies.
“Done with your training for the day I see.” said Michelle mockingly. “Don’t expect me to make you something for those cuts and bruises.”

“Ya we know.” said Nate smiling.

“Micky why don’t we ever see you training with father?” Said Chris. “I want to know how far you’ve come along.”

Micky liked the nickname she had. It was given to her by her brothers who were the only ones who called her that. “You don’t get to see my training because Father does not want you to.” she said.

Nate, Josh and Chris all wanted to know what kind of training she had. They could also tell that she was keeping something from them. Though they knew better than to press the issue. From what Thomas had told them, however, they figured that she was either equal to them or had surpassed them in fighting.

“Why don’t you ask Hannoria if you can get the rest of the day off and come with us to go explore the woods?” asked Nate.

Nate had a fascination with the woods. He could not explain it but it made him feel whole. He enjoyed just sitting taking in all the nature around him.

“All right.” Micky said.

Micky walked into the back room to ask Hannoria if she could go. The boys heard faint voices coming from the room. Michelle walked out of the room with a smile on her face and said “Lets go.”

They walked out of the house and onto the main road. They headed east on the main road toward the woods.
                     A WICKED MAN

Not long after they had left Hannoria’s home they arrived at the outskirts of Aloysius. Aloysius was a small town of two hundred people. It was bordered by a forest to the North and East and also by mountains to the West. The main road lead out to the South. On the West side of the road, after leaving the town, was scattered with hills, boulders, and trees. On the East side the forest slowly became less and less dense.

Nate paused for a moment and look out at the land before him. He wanted to explore beyond the land he could see but he restrained himself. Someday I will explore all there is to see of this land. thought Nate. The sound and movement of a large group in the distance caught Nate’s attention. “Who are they?” he said puzzled. He had not seen a group that size come to Aloysius before.

“I don’t know.” said Chris. Toward the group he looked staining his eyes. With eyes keener than Nate, Josh and Micky he could distinguish that it was a group of soldiers. He quickly told the others and said “There must be at least two hundred of them.”

Alarmed Micky said “We should tell father.”

“No, lets go check it out first.” said Nate.

“Are you crazy.” said Micky. Clearly not wanting to go any closer to the soldiers.

“Nate is right we should check it out first.” said Josh. “But let’s not let them know we are here.”

Nate and Chris agreed without hesitation. They were eager to find out why the soldiers were here. Micky reluctantly agreed to go. She had a bad feeling about the soldiers that she couldn’t explain.

Nate often wandered the land south of Aloysius always keeping the town in sight. The group decided that he should lead the way so they would not be seen for he knew the land better than the rest of them. Nate chose to go toward the West where the boulders and hills could provide cover for them.

They made their way toward the soldiers who had set up camp now. Nate hurried the rest along for it was close to night and they did not want to be there after dark.

A sound of heavy footsteps came from behind them. They all turned in alarm staying under cover. Chris, being at the back of the group, peered behind them to see Lewis, a member of the town’s council, heading toward the soldiers’ encampment.

After explaining to the others it was Lewis he asked “What is he doing here?”

“Let’s go closer and find out.” Nate said.

They dared to go a few yards away from the encampment behind a boulder that barely hid them. They saw Lewis exchanging words with what appeared to be the highest-ranking officer there. The official was tall and slim but wasn’t lacking in muscle. His hair was short and jet black. He had a malicious look in his blood red eyes. He carried a sabre on his hip. They could hear the conversation.

“...You can’t stay here.” said Lewis. “I won’t allow it! We need this road to trade with other cities.”

“I do not care what you need it for. I am under direct orders from the king himself. Those who refuse to obey will be imprisoned or killed.” said the officer. The officer’s hand fell to his side and rested on the pommel of his sabre.

Lewis had a look of fear in his eyes but he mustered his courage and said “I will not allow you to threaten my life as well as the lives of those in Aloysius!”

Rage filled the officer’s eyes. “I have had enough of your insolence!” he said.

In the blink of an eye the officer had drawn his sword from its sheath. With a bloody grin he thrust the sword into Lewis’s chest. The blade sticking straight though his back. Lewis died instantly and went limp on the blade. His body slid of the sword and fell to the ground with a thud.

A gasp escaped Micky for she was horrified at what she had seen. The red eyes of the officer flashed to them. He saw the look of horror on their faces as they got up and ran back towards the town. He lifted his blade now covered in Lewis’s blood and wiped it off. I will need a clean blade for the slaughter I have planned for tonight. he thought to himself and let a malicious laugh escape his lips.

While running back to Aloysius Nate said “We need to tell father.” Fear was vivid in his voice and eyes. Never had he seen such an act.

Micky, Chris, Josh and Nate arrived at their house right before nightfall. They burst though to door gasping for breath and causing Thomas and Marie to jump.

“What in blazes are you four doing!?” said Thomas.

Trying to catch his breath Nate explained the entire ordeal. Micky broke down into tears. She regained her composure after Marie consoled her.

“You four follow me.” said Thomas.

Thomas walked out of the room. Quickly Nate, Josh, Chris and Micky followed him.
                        Revelation

It was late now and darkness was flooding over the land with the moon as the only source of light. Thomas, with a torch in hand, led Nate, Chris, Josh and Micky into the sparring area. Then opened the door where he stored the equipment.

“Stay here.” was all Thomas said as he entered the room.

Minutes past that felt like hours. Nate and Chris started to grow impatient but waited still. Thomas appeared back at the door with his arms full of weapons. He placed them on the floor.

“Michelle.” Thomas said picking up a wooden staff. “This is your weapon.” Thomas handed her the staff then leaned close to her and whispered in her ear so only she would hear him. Michelle stepped back and reflected on what Thomas had told her.

“Chris.” Thomas said grabbing two double sided single-handed axes. “Here are your axes and this”, Thomas reached down and grabbed a leather item, “is a holder you can strap onto your back so you can carry them with ease.” Chris stepped back and put the sheath for his axes on and placed his axes into it. “Josh” Thomas said picking up two sheathed sabres with a large diamond in each of the pummels. “These are yours.” Josh took them and strapped them to his back.

“Nathaniel.” Thomas picked up the two of the three sabres that were on the ground. The two sabres he handed Nate had a large emerald in each of the pommels. “Use them well.” he said. Then he pulled Nate closer and said in a low voice so the others could not hear. “If trouble should arise it will fall to you to make sure that the others get away. If that time should come Michelle knows what to do.”

“I understand.” Nate said and strapped his sabres to his back.

Thomas picked up the last sabre and strapped it to his waist. To all of them he said “All of your weapons are imbued with magic so they will not break unless they are under tremendous stress.”

“How were they imbued with magic?” asked Josh.

“Now is not the time to explain. But know that I have many friends that you have not met.” Thomas said.

They walked out of the sparring area and headed back toward the house. Marie was outside looking toward them. She raised her hand and said “We...” she stopped. In shock looked down and saw the tip of an arrow, covered in her blood, protruding from her chest. Looking up at her husband she stepped forward then a second arrow burst through her head. With a loud thud she fell to the ground lifeless.

Thomas, Nate, Micky, Josh and Chris stood horrified at what they had just seen. Thomas quickly came back to his senses.

“To the mountains!” Thomas roared. Though it saddened him to leave.

Hesitating for only a second the rest of the group dashed to the mountains and the forest that covered them. Only minutes later they reached the bottom of the mountains. Screams of the villagers could be heard even this far away from the town. They started to ascend the mountains. It was not very steep at first but grew more treacherous as they went on.

Thomas could hear the pounding footsteps and clanging armor of the soldiers that pursued them. Pausing, Thomas scanned the area around him. Plenty of trees and shrubs for cover.

“Michelle you know what to do.” Thomas said.

“Al-already.” stammered Michelle.

“Do not delay. You don’t have much time.” said Thomas. “Nathaniel you stay with me. Chris and Josh follow Michelle she know where to go.”

“No. We will stay and fight with you.” Chris said.

“Ya.” Josh agreed.

“You fools!” Thomas exclaimed. “You must hurry and go. This is not up for debate. We can handle things here.”

“I-I understand.” Chris said lowering his head.

Josh followed suit. Chris and Josh went to Michelle and started to go.

“Michelle. Do not wait for us in these mountains. We will meet up where I told you to go.”  Thomas said. Then closer, in a lower voice “Don’t even wait for us there. We may not make it. The three of you must survive.”

With tears starting to form in her eyes “I-I-I un-understand”

“Be strong. All of you.” Thomas said.

Michelle departed with Josh and Chris with her. Thomas knew they would survive now. But will we survive? Thomas thought to himself.

Looking at Nathaniel “Are you ready?” Thomas asked.

Drawing his sabres from his sheaths “Yes.”

Thomas Drew his sabre as well. “Okay. Here is what we will do. We will take cover behind those trees and wait until they are just past us. Then we shall attack them from behind. We should be able to take out the last two easy enough, but after that it will be difficult.”

“How many are there?” Nathaniel inquired.

“It’s a scouting party. So there is no less than five. No more than ten.” Thomas answered. “But I have to be honest with you Nathaniel. We may not survive this.”

“I knew that when you talked to me in the sparring area.” Nathaniel replied.

The falling of heavy footsteps and clanging of armor grew louder.

“Quickly get behind the trees.” Thomas whispered.

Soldiers walked into the clearing between the trees. Thomas counted ten then signaled to Nathaniel the number.  Their march was awkward no set ranks. They were scattered and yet together.

“I thought you said you heard them!” the first soldier yelled.

“Bu-but I did. I did hear them” stammered the second soldier.

“Do you realize what will happen if we don’t find them!” exclaimed the infuriated first soldier.

“Look.” said the third soldier. “There are footprints leading west.”

“Good work.” said the first soldier. To the second soldier “Apparently you did hear them. We will continue westward.”

The soldiers continued on slowly. Following the tracks left behind by Chris, Michelle and Josh.

“Now” Thomas mouthed to Nate.

Sneaking behind the last two soldiers. Thomas sliced his sabre downward onto the soldier in front of him. At the same time Nathaniel did the same but a moment before the strike was to land Nathaniel stepped on a twig that made a loud crack. The soldier was suddenly aware and dodged the attack by sidestepping. Now the other soldiers knew what was happening and readied themselves for more attacks.

The soldier whom Nathaniel attacked now had his weapon drawn and shield raised. Nathaniel did not hesitate any longer. Swinging his right hand sabre at the soldier. Raising his shield he caught Nathaniel sabre but before he could counterattack Nathaniel spun swinging his left-hand sabre at the soldier. The soldier quickly parried with his sabre. Nathaniel quickly dropped down to the ground and swung his leg taking the soldier off his feet. As soon as the soldier hit the ground Nathaniel’s sabre struck his head.

Thomas had killed three of the remaining soldiers while sustaining only minor injuries. Nathaniel stood frozen; he had taken the life of the limp corpse before him. Terror filled his being, the horrible power he had. The power to take life.

The remaining five soldiers took Nathaniel’s hesitation as the perfect opportunity to make their counterattack on their two foes. One of the soldiers approached Nathaniel hastily lunging his blade at his chest. Suddenly, Thomas appeared in front of Nathaniel deflecting the soldier’s blade. However, the blade that was deflected downward struck Thomas in his abdomen and continued through with the tip sticking out of his back. Grabbing the soldier’s wrist, Thomas held the soldier in place as he swung his sabre decapitating the soldier.

As the soldier fell to the ground with a dull thud, Thomas removed the sabre from his abdomen. Falling to the ground with his back against the trunk of a tree Thomas held his wound trying to stop the bleeding. Awakened from his frozen state, Nathaniel was horrified at what he had seen. Anger filled him as he stared at the four remaining soldiers.

The soldiers encircled Nathaniel, waiting for him to make the first move. Nathaniel saw an opening and swung his left-hand sabre at the soldier in front of him. As he expected the soldier blocked it with his shield. Immediately as his sabre touched the shield Nathaniel kicked the soldier in the chest knocking him off balance. Then driving his right hand sabre into the heart of the man.

The other soldiers stood in shock. They had watched this boy freeze after his first kill that took a great effort to do; now he killed a skilled man with ease. Taking the soldiers’ shock for the opportunity to attack Nathaniel attacked a second soldier. Barely able to raise his shield to block the blow, the man fell quickly as Nathaniel’s second sabre decapitated the soldier.

The remaining two soldiers gathered themselves before Nathaniel could attack them. Nathaniel watched their movements carefully, as the soldiers watched his. The soldiers started to circle Nathaniel in opposite directions, waiting for an opening. Nathaniel stood still listening, waiting for one to move closer. One of the soldiers was now behind Nathaniel. He seized his chance and lunged forward driving his sabre at Nathaniel’s heart. Quickly twisting his body leftward and raising his sabre, Nathaniel was able to deflect the blow. The second soldier attacked immediately. With his right-hand sabre Nathaniel blocked the attack. The first soldier bashed Nathaniel with his shield knocking him off balance. Out of the corner of his eye Nathaniel saw the second soldier bring down his sabre for a killing blow. Barely able to twist his body as he fell, Nathaniel was able to avoid a fatal blow. Though the soldier’s blade ripped his right arm through the bicep, from his shoulder to his elbow.

Nathaniel dropped his right-hand sabre, and bellowed a horrific scream of pain. Taking his left-hand sabre he assaulted the soldier on his left with blow after blow after blow. Causing the soldier to lose his footing. Then Nathaniel drove his sabre through the soldier’s head.

Turning quickly to face the last remaining soldier, Nathaniel raised his sabre to ward off an attack that did not come. The soldier looked with fear at Nathaniel then glanced behind him. Seeing that the path was clear the soldier dropped his sabre and ran for his life. Nathaniel knew he could not let him get away. Hurling his left-hand sabre at the running man, Nathaniel watched as it gracefully flew through the air striking the soldier in the center of his back. The soldier fell to the ground limp.

Finally, Nathaniel thought. It’s finally over. Nathaniel walked to retrieve his two weapons. First picking up his right-handed sabre, then putting it in its sheath. Next his left-handed sabre he drew out of the limp corpse, then also putting it into its sheath.

Blood was now spilling out of his arm. Thinking quickly, Nathaniel ripped off his sleeves then made a makeshift bandage for his wound. It will have to do for now. Nathaniel thought to himself.

Suddenly remembering his father, Nathaniel headed to Thomas still slumped against the tree trunk.

“...Nathaniel.. you did well.” Thomas said threw the pain of his wound.

“Thank you..” Nathaniel started.

“Stop... listen closely.... I don’t have... much time....” Thomas said trying to catch his breath. “There is something... you must...know...”

“Save your...” Nathaniel started again.

“My strength? Ha.” said Thomas.  “I will die soon.”

“No.” Nathaniel denied

“Yes... but now you must listen.” Thomas weakly said. “This... may come... as a sh-shock... to you. Marie and I... we are not... your real parents.”

“What?” Nathaniel was confused.

“You heard what... I said.” Thomas said. “Here take this.” Thomas handed the letter, the very same one that Thomas read when he first saw Nathaniel and his siblings.

“What is this?” Nathaniel inquired.

“Just... read it.” Thomas stated.

Nathaniel read the letter. He was dismayed. How could the people who raised him not be his parents.

“I don’t care what this letter says.” Nathaniel said. “You are my father.”

Thomas’s eyes shone with gratitude and love as he said “Thank you... now you must... leave...you must not be caught... find your siblings...”

Nathaniel held Thomas’s head and hand. “Don’t leave me.” Tears started to flow out his eyes.

“G-g-g-go...to...” Thomas squeezed Nathaniel’s hand one last time. Then his grip slowly got weaker until his hand fell from Nathaniel’s.

Tears were forcefully flowing from Nathaniel’s eyes as he tried to control himself. After laying Thomas back down Nathaniel got up and walked a few steps away. Frustration, anger, fear, and guilt welled up inside Nathaniel; as if it would release him from his emotional pain Nathaniel punched the nearest tree with his left hand. His hand started to bleed. Nathaniel looked up from the ground and saw the town he grew up in, his home, ablaze. Nathaniel looked down. What do I do now? he thought to himself. I wish I knew where to find Michelle...and Chris...and Josh... Will I ever see them again? Tears continued to stream down his face.
                   The Journey Begins

The sun came up over the mountains as Chris, Michelle, and Josh continued on. The night before had been a long one. They had been forced to leave their brother and father behind so that they may get away. It did not sit well with them.

“Why didn’t we stay with them?” Josh said confused.

“Because father wanted us to.” said Michelle. “ Don’t question his judgment. He knows what he’s doing.”

“Ya I know.” said Josh.

Chris spoke up “I have a bad feeling about it though.”

“Ya I do too.” said Michelle.

“Me too.” said Josh.

As they continued to walk Chris said “Where are we going anyways?”

“We are going to Dionysia to meet a friend of Father’s.”

“Why do you know and not us?” asked Josh.
“Because neither of you could sit still long enough to learn the maps and the towns.” Michelle said jokingly.

“Okay. Your right we couldn’t sit still.” said Chris.

“At least not for studying.” said Josh. They all laughed.

“Why? Why did this have to happen?” Chris said. “What did we do, what did our town do to deserve what happened?”

“I-I don’t know.” Michelle stated. Tears started rolling down her cheeks as she remembered what Thomas had told her. The thought of Thomas and Nathaniel dead was almost too much for her to bear. She could not tell her brothers for they would run back to check on them. She knew that Thomas would not want that.

“Don’t worry Michelle.” said Chris giving her a hug. “Everything will be all right.”

Josh joined in and hugged them too. Michelle smiled. At least I still have these two. she thought to herself.

“Thanks guys.” Michelle said. “Now we must reach Angelus Fletus Bridge.”

“And where is that?” asked Chris.

“It should be a few miles from here.” said Michelle. “Then after that it should be straight west to Dionysia .”

“I wonder if Dionysia is anything like home.” said Josh.

“I doubt it.” said Michelle. “It’s a port city. It’s probably a huge city that’s very busy.”

“I hope we meet back up with father and Nate.” said Chris.

“Ya me too.” said Michelle.

The bridge came into view. It had a sense of magic about it. Its beauty seemed unreal. It was made of a marble stone that did not fade or lessen in magnificence. Two immense statues of angels stood on either side of the bridge. They were beautiful yet had a sad look about them. When close enough they could see the stone tears in the angels’ eyes.

“This must be the Angelus Fletus Bridge.” stated Michelle. “I have only read about it, but I didn’t imagine it would be this beautiful.”

“It sure is magnificent.” said Chris.

“Ya.” said Josh. “I bet Nate would appreciate this sight.”

“Ya he always did have a thing for beauty.” said Chris smiling.

“He always seemed to find it in natural things though, not in manmade things.” said Michelle.

“He’d probably live out in the woods if you gave him the chance.” said Josh.

“I hope he’s all right.” Michelle said sadly.

“I know Nate.” Chris said. “He is all right. Trust me.”

Michelle was unsure but took Chris’s word for it. He did know Nate very well, though they all did. Hoping with all her heart that she would see Thomas and Nate again. While crossing the bridge no one talked. Admiring the beauty around them and thinking of all that had happened and what was to come. By the time they reached the other side of the bridge the sun was beginning to set. They decided to continue on until they reached the plain that was only a few miles away.

The sky started to grow even darker as they neared the base of the mountain. It looked as though it would be too dark to see even a foot in front of them soon.

“We should stop here.” said Chris. “It’s getting too dark to see. And we don’t know these parts. We don’t want to get lost.”

“You’re right.” agreed Michelle. “Josh you start the fire so we can have some light.”

“If only it were that easy. It will take me a couple of minutes so just relax for a little.” said Josh.

Josh left Chris and Michelle to start collecting some firewood. He knew better than to venture off too far. When satisfied with the amount of wood he had he headed back to the other two.

“I don’t know how well this will turn out.” said Josh.

“What do you mean?” asked Michelle.

“Well it must have rained here recently. I could only find a few pieces of dry wood.” said Josh. “I hope it lasts long enough to start burning the damper logs.”

Josh put a few of the dry pieces of wood into a small pile with grass, leaves, and pine needles. Then searched the ground for two smooth stones. Luckily there were plenty around. Then started the hard part, getting the wood, grass, leaves and pine needles to light. Josh started to bang the rocks together making sparks rain down on the tinder.

“It’s getting cold.” Michelle said. “Please, hurry up.”

“I’m going as fast as I can.” said Josh irritated. “Damn things won’t catch.”

“Just give it some time.” said Chris. “It’ll catch eventually.”

“Ya. Ya. I know.” said Josh continuously banging the rocks together.

Smoke appeared above the tinder. A smile appeared on Josh’s face. He bent down low to the fire and blew gently trying to make the fire grow. As it grew he added the wet sticks and braches to try and dry them out quicker.

“Finally.” said Michelle relieved to have a warm fire in the cold night.

“It’s not my fault it took so long.” said Josh.

“You know I was only joking.” said Michelle.

“Ya I know.” stated Josh.

One by one each took their weapons and
laid them on the ground where they could reach them easily. Josh and Chris stretched a bit, the sheaths for their weapons felt a little weird for they weren’t used to them. Looking up at the stars Josh admired the beauty.

“I think I see why Nate like’s it out here so much.” said Josh.

“Ya. It sure is a beautiful sight.” said Chris. “Micky have a look. I have a feeling Nate is watching the stars right now. Where ever he may be.

With a sad smile Micky looked up “Wow. I guess I never really got a chance to look at the stars.” Tears started rolling down her cheeks.

“Micky it’s just like we said earlier, they are all right.” said Chris. “Now you should get some rest.”

Micky agreed. She was both physically and emotionally exhausted and needed rest. She laid down to sleep by the fire. Her eyes grew heavy as she slowly fell asleep watching Chris and Josh talk.

“Looks like she’s asleep.” said Josh.

“Ya. She needs the rest.” said Chris. “I hope what we said is right. And that we will get to see Father and Nate soon.”

“I hope so too.” Josh said quietly. “And I think Micky knows something we don’t. I only wish I knew what.”

“Ya me too.” Chris agreed.

“Well I guess we ought to go to sleep then.” said Josh with a yawn.

“Ya. Looks like tomorrow we are going to be busy.” said Chris.

They got up and walked toward the fire and their sleeping sister. Josh thought he heard something and stopped and turned around. Nothing was there. Thinking it was just because he was tired he shrugged it off. As soon as he turned around a club hit him square in the back of the head rendering him unconscious.

Chris turned in time to see the attack and dived for his axes. Waking Micky in the process. Chris had drawn his weapons but it was too late. The attacker was gone. And so was Josh.

“JOSH!” Chris yelled as he ran toward where the attacker came from. Even in the dark Chris could make out the horse riding away.

“Damn it all.” yelled Chris infuriated.

“What just happened?” Asked Micky baffled.

“They just took. Just took him after they knocked him out.” said Chris. “I was too slow. I could have saved him.”

“No. Don’t say things like that.” said Micky upset. “Well at least he is steal alive.”

“Ya and from the looks of it they were heading to Dionysia.” said Chris. “I’m sure we will find him there.”

“But when do we leave.” said Micky.

“From the looks of it we should leave now.” stated Chris.

                     A Promise

The sun shined between the trees waking Nate from his sleep. He had slept with his back resting against the trunk of a tree and his weapons still strapped to his back. He got up and stretched as he prepared to travel. He had decided to head the way Chris, Michelle, and Josh went, at least for the time being. Though in his heart he knew it would be a long while before he saw them again. The birds were chirping in their nests. Everything was calm and peaceful. Why can everything go on when something so horrible has happened? Nate thought.

Not knowing how long his journey would be he advanced toward an unknown destination. As he walked he noticed blood on the ground, as if something was wounded badly and walked through here. Quickly he checked his own wound. It was still well bandaged. It can’t be from one of the soldiers. Nate concluded. It must be from some kind of animal.

Nate scanned the ground ahead. The blood trail led on, but it headed off in a different direction. Nate didn’t care. He would not let an animal suffer like this. The blood led into more treacherous parts of the mountain.  Walking for what seemed like hours he finally saw a massive wolf lying on the ground with blood pooling around it. Nate also noticed a small pup next to the massive wolf. That must be the child of the bigger wolf. Nate thought.

Slowly Nate drew one of his sabres, just for a precaution. Crouching low, hidden by the brush. Nate crept closer to the wolfs in a circle to avoid being seen. Nate stopped, behind a tree about ten feet from the wolf, when he heard pounding footsteps and rustling of leaves from the direction that he had come. Nate waited intently, gripping the pommel of his left-hand sabre. A bear three times the size of Nate appeared from the brush. Upon seeing the wolfs the bear went closer to it, without fear of attack.

The wolf lying on the ground, the only the sign of movement was the slow up and down movement of the wolf’s breathing. The bear had blood on its teeth and claws. This must be the animal that attacked the wolf. Nate concluded. The pup made a small growl at the bear, trying to scare off the bear. The brave attempt ended in a failure. The bear, now in front of the wolfs, raised its claws and swiped at the pup, but luckily the larger wolf moved so quickly and so suddenly it was able to get in front of the pup absorbing most of the blow. Both the pup and larger wolf flew and landed in front of tree in front of Nate. Nate felt a pain in his heart as the wolf was attacked. He hid himself behind the tree and waited. The bear slowly made its way toward the wolfs, enjoying the pain and suffering it had caused. Nate readied his sabre in his left hand waiting for the right moment to strike the bear down. He only wished that he had full use of his right arm again.

The bear now stood, on its hind legs, over the wolfs preparing to strike. Nate seized this opportunity and swiftly jumped out from behind the tree and over the wolfs shoving his sabre into the bear’s chest, piercing its heart. The bear let out one last mighty roar before it fell, with a loud thud, to the ground. Nate took his sabre and wiped the blood off of it before sliding it back into its sheath. Nate bent low to examine the larger wolf, which had sustained more sever injuries. The small pup growled at Nate.

“Don’t worry.” Nate said trying to get the pup to understand. “I’m here to help.”

Suddenly the wolf stopped growling. Nate heard a voice say “Thank you.”. The voice was weak and faint.

“Who’s there?” Nate said looking around.

It is I, Ragnar, the wolf in front of you. My voice does not project outwards. You hear me inside your head. thought Ragnar the large wounded wolf. “It is a trait shared by my kind.

“Really?” Nate said confused. “What can I do to help?”

You seem different from most humans. Not many would have helped us. Ragnar thought Not many can hear us either. I have something to ask you, a favor. Know that I only ask this because I sense you have a kind heart, you have seen and lived through difficult things. And I have not long to live.

“Just ask and I will see what I can do.” Nate said listening intently.

Think before you answer. thought Ragnar. I would ask you to take care of my son, Malikia. To take him on you journey and protect him. In turn he will protect you as he grows.

Nate did not know what to say. This would be a big responsibility, but he knew what was right. He knew what to do.

“I will take care of your son.” Nate said.

Thank you. Ragnar thought weakly. He can talk the same way I can. You can also talk to him in your own mind so that others do not listen to your conversation. Know also that he will grow rapidly when he starts until he is about my size.

“Okay.” Nate said. “I will do my best.”

The entire time Nate and Ragnar had this conversation the small pup, Malikia, sat and watched. He was about knee high to Nate, a small pup. He had white fur with black and gray in it too. His eyes were deep blue.

Malikia. thought Ragnar. This is Nate. He will take care of you from now on.

Why dad? thought Malikia.

I am not long for this world. Ragnar thought. This man will protect you. But in turn you must protect him as you grow.

I understand dad. thought Malikia.

He understands how we talk. thought Ragnar. Only talk to him and no one else.

Okay. thought Malikia.

Nate. Malikia. You must leave now. thought Ragnar. I can smell more humans approaching. And they have blood on their hands.

Nate looked around alarmed. He knew it was the soldier that attacked the town.

“They’re already this close.” stated Nate alarmed. “Damn it.”

Go now. thought Ragnar. Hurry!

“Okay.” Nate said. “Malikia, lets go.”

Goodbye dad. Malikia thought.

Goodbye my son. Ragnar thought.

Ragnar’s breathing slowed to a stop. His body lay there unmoving and a tear fell from Nate’s eye. Ragnar’s body suddenly began to sink in to the ground rapidly. Nate was shocked.

Sensing Nate did not know what was happening Malikia thought It is what happens when we die.

“Really?” Nate said. “I didn’t know that. Well, let’s get going.”

Where are we going? thought Malikia.

“I don’t know yet.” Nate said laughing with Malikia as they walked on toward an unknown destination.
                     Wandering
Night had fallen. Nate and Malikia sat by a fire under the star filled sky. Tired as they were they knew they could not sleep. They did not know how close the soldiers were or if they stopped to rest. Though everything was peaceful.

“Hey, Malikia.” Nate said. “You know we’re a lot alike.”

How is that? Malikia asked.

“Well, we both lost our fathers.” Nate said. “And we love being out here in the woods.”

Ya, that’s true. said Malikia.

“Do you ever wonder how the world keeps going on even when something horrible happens?” asked Nate.

Ya I do. said Malikia. At least we know those who have died are in a better place.

“Ya, a better place.” said Nate with a smile.

Silence fell between them. Thoughts of their fathers and loved ones drifted through their heads. So much had happened in such a short time. A tear fell from Nate’s eye as he thought of Thomas and Marie and how he would never see them again in this life. Then his thoughts drifted to Chris, Josh, and Michelle.

Seeing the tears rolling down Nate’s face Malikia asked What’s wrong?

“Nothing really. I was just thinking of my brothers and sister.” Nate said.

What happened to them? Malikia asked.
“That’s the thing, I don’t know.” Nate said. “I was following their trail when I found the trail of blood from your father and followed that and now we’re here.”

Well I’m sure you’ll see them again. Malikia reassured him.

“Ya, I guess so.” said Nate. “I wonder how I’m going to explain you to them.” Nate and Malikia laughed.

I hope I get to meet them. Malikia said They sound really cool.

“Ya, they are great.” said Nate smiling.

The quiet still night continued on as Nate and Malikia sat and looked at the stars. Always in their place beside the moon shining a little light down to keep the darkness at bay.  The fire crackled as the night went on.

“It’s getting late.” Nate said. “You should get some rest Malikia. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.”

Okay. Malikia said with a yawn.

Malikia walked over and curled up by Nate. Falling quickly into sleep looking at Nate who still stared at the stars. Nate’s thoughts wandered to the events that had happened over these past couple of days. Thomas’s death was still fresh in his mind as well as the look on his face and the faces of the soldier’s he had slain. They haunted him now and every time he went to rest. Nate looked at the stars hoping that these memories would not persist and allow him to rest.

                            Captive

Josh awoke with blurred vision and a throbbing head. His vision slowly became clearer and he could see the dimly lit room he was in. It was a bare room. After a while Josh realized he was in a jail cell with no recollection of how he got there. He could hear the crackling in of a fire in the next room.

“Look who decided to join the living.” said a man standing by the bars of the cell.

“Where am I?” said Josh dazed and confused.

“You’re in a cell.” said another man. He wore different clothing than the man guarding the cell. A smile was on his lips.

“Why am I here?” asked Josh.

“Well I brought you here.” said the man. “I believe you to have information I seek.”

“And what information would that be?” said Josh.

“Don’t play stupid.” said the man. “You know very well of what I am speaking.”

Josh stood silent waiting to see if the man would reveal more about this man or of what he was speaking of.

“Well maybe I should be more specific then.” said the man. “Where are the rebels?”

“Rebels!?” Josh exclaimed. “What would I know about the rebels?

“What a useless claim.” stated the man. “I know very well that you were relaying a message back to the rebels. You and those two companions of yours.

“I have never even met the rebels how would I know where they are?” said Josh.

The man fell quite as did Josh. Josh stood in his cell, he was too fired up to sit and wait, he started pacing back and forth. The man sat in a chair outside of the cell looking in on Josh. Waiting and contemplating his next move. Josh watched, as he paced, the guard and the mysterious man full of accusations.

“You know I haven’t asked you your name yet.” said the man. “So what is it?”

“Well that depends because you haven’t told me yours either.” retorted Josh.

“Well that is true.” said the man. “My name is Daray. Now what is yours?”

“Josh.” said Josh.

“Now Josh you will tell me what I want to know.” said Daray.

“I’m not involved with the rebels.” said Josh. “Why won’t you listen to me?”

“I see you are strong-willed.” said Daray. “But I will break you.”

Break me? Josh thought. He watched Daray carefully as he paced the room. Daray approached the guard and whispered into his ear but was too quite for Josh to hear. The guard disappeared down the hall. Josh remained silent waiting for what was to come.

The guard returned with two others with him. One opened the cell and the other two rushed in and grabbed Josh. The two men overpowered Josh easily for he was still somewhat disoriented. Binding his hands behind his back and dragging him out into the next room. They threw him on the floor in front of the fire as Daray circled around him with a malicious grin on his face.

“Since you aren’t going to be co-operative,” said Daray. “Let’s see how you feel after this.”

Daray reached for a metal rod sticking out of the far. Slowly he drew it forth and the end was glowing orange. Fear shot through Josh but he remained silent. He knew his fate would be the same if he said something and if he didn’t. This man would not listen to him even if Josh knew where the rebels were. Daray took the rod and placed it near Josh. Josh could feel the heat coming off the rod and tried not to think about it.

“Now you have one last chance to tell me what you know.” said Daray.

Josh was silent.

“Then here we go.” said Daray with a smile.

The three guards took hold of Josh to make sure he would not move. Once he was completely immobile, slowly, Daray moved the glowing rod toward Josh’s arm. As soon as it touched Josh’s skin he let out a yell of pain. His arm burned more and more and there was no way to stop the pain. Tears rolled down his face as he continued to scream in agony. This only served fueled Daray to slide it farther down his arm. Josh was at his limit he wished and hoped the pain would end. It was almost too much to bear. As if his body was granting his wish he lost consciousness. This, however, did not stop Daray.

Another man approached the torturing scene. A tall man with a sabre at his side.

“Stop at once Daray!” said the man.

Daray stopped. Turning around he dropped the heated rod that clanged as it hit the floor. “Commander, I was just interrogating one of the spies of the rebels.” Daray said trying to cover up what he was doing.

“Yes, I see.” said the Commander mockingly. “Torturing and unconscious boy passes for interrogation now?”

“N-n-no of course not sir.” said Daray. “He only fell unconscious just now.”

“Daray, I know you.” said the Commander. “Now leave this boy and return to your other duties.”

“Yes, sir.” Daray complied and left the Jail to his other duties.

“Place him back in his cell.” said the Commander said. “And when he awakens come and get me. I will interrogate him myself.”

                    A Friend and Allie

Josh woke with a burning pain in his right arm. Suddenly he remembered what had happened to him. He pushed himself up off the cot he was in only to have excruciating pain shoot through his right arm. He fell back down onto the cot gripping his right arm tightly. After the pain had somewhat subsided Josh looked around the familiar room, his original cell, and then to the two guards outside the bars of the cell looking in.

“Looks like he’s awake now.” said a guard. “Go and get the Commander.”

“Alright, I will.” said the second guard as he left.

Who is this commander? Is it Daray? Josh thought. Guess I’ll just have to wait and see. Josh waited anxious to see this commander. He knew it had to be someone other than Daray for this “Commander” seemed to demand more respect. Josh decided as he waited to check on his wound. He pulled his sleeve up to see a bandage in place over the wound. He made to take it off.

“I wouldn’t take that off if I were you.” said the guard at the cell door.

“And why is that?” Josh asked.

“Wounds like that get infected if they aren’t treated right.” said the guard.

Josh remembered Michelle and smiled. She probably would have said something like that too. Josh thought.

The guard made a sudden movement. It startled Josh but as he looked closer he noticed the guard had shifted to attention so he did not look like he was slacking off. Then, coming into view of Josh, the Commander strode into the Jail. He carried one sabre at his hip and stood with an air of command.

“Guard open the cell.” commanded the Commander.

The guard did as he was told.

The Commander entered the cell. “Lock it
behind me.” he said. “Then leave.”

The guard did so. When the guard was gone Josh, now standing, and the Commander stood opposite each other. Waiting, watching what the other did. Josh felt that this man was different from the guards and Daray it felt as if he could trust this man.

“What is your name, young man?” said the Commander breaking the eerie silence.

Though he felt he could trust this man he was just tortured and was not about to spill his heart out. “Your friend already asked me that.” Josh shot back.

“Ah yes.” started the Commander. “I will assume you are talking about Daray. Yes he did ask you this as well as other things. I am aware of that, as well as what he did to get information that you didn’t have if I’m correct. But at least know this: Daray and I are far from friends.”

“So you believe me.” said Josh.

“Yes, I do.” said the Commander.

“Why? No one else seemed to.” said Josh.

“I have my sources.” said the Commander.

Josh was confused now. Does he really believe me? Josh thought. Well, I don’t think it can get much worse.

“It’s Josh.” said Josh.

“Good, good.” said the Commander. “I suppose it’s only right that I tell you my name. I am Alexander.”

“So, what do you want with me?” asked Josh.

Alexander looked around checking, making sure there was no one else around. “I’m here to help you.” Alexander said.

“Why?” Josh asked extremely confused.

“Your father, Thomas, was on old friend of mine.” said Thomas quietly.

“You know my father?” asked Josh surprised.

“Yes. I will explain more when I get you out of here.” said Alexander. “The problem is no one can know that I helped you. Do you understand?”

“Ya, I understand.” Josh said.

“Ok. How fast can you run?” asked Alexander.

“I’m pretty fast.” Josh said. “Why?”

“Good. Good.” Alexander said. “Listen carefully. We only have a short while till the guards return.  When I tell you I want you to run into me and shove me down. Then continue out into the hall. Follow it up the stairs and the doors to the outside are straight ahead.”

“Okay, But why do I have to shove you if you’re helping me?” asked Josh.

“So it will appear as you forcing your way out and pushes the suspicion away from me helping you.” said Alexander. “Now, after you leave this place turn left and keep running. Eventually you will see the Dual-Wing Tavern. Go inside, a friend of mine owns it and will make sure you are hidden well.”

“Okay, when do I start?” asked Josh.

“Hold on now, you will start as soon as the guards return.” said Alexander. “It will be easier this way.

Josh prepared himself for what was going to happen. He would have to rely on this man and his own feet. Alexander stood by the cell door waiting for the guards to return. Footsteps echoed loudly in the hall. Josh’s eyes were completely focused, waiting for Alexander to give a signal. The guards approached the cell with keys in hand.

“I’m through with him.” said Alexander.

The guards started to open the door as Alexander moved closer to it. He turned to Josh and mouthed Now. Josh sprang into motion hitting Alexander into the two guards knocking all three of them too the floor. Josh stumbled as he ran from the guards. Following Alexander’s plan, Josh ran up the stairs and straight for the exit. He flung the doors open and turned left into the throng of people. The guards could be heard behind him shouting for someone to stop him. Knowing his pursuers would soon see him, Josh broke out into an all out sprint running as fast as his body would let him weaving through the crowded street. Desperately he searched for the tavern that Alexander told him to find. Behind him he could still hear the guards chasing after him, crashing through the crowded street.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the tavern. He immediately turned left down the street with the tavern. As fast as he could he headed toward the tavern, hoping that he would get inside before the guards caught up with him. Josh burst through the doors, doubling over to catch his breath. He looked around the tavern. Only a few people were inside: a bartender, four men in the back corner drinking, and a waitress. Which one was I supposed to meet? Josh thought still doubled over panting.

“You Josh?” said the bartender with a curious look.

“Ya.” said Josh out of breath.

“Hurry on over here.” said the bartender.

Josh jogged over to the bartender hoping this guy was the help Alexander promised. The bartender slide the rug behind the bar, revealing a trap door.

As he opened the trap door he said “Inside. Now.”

Josh quickly complied. The bartender slammed down the door as soon as Josh was inside then covered it back up with the rug. Josh quietly listened to the muffled noises from above him. He assumed that the guards had arrived from the loud slamming of a door. Soon after he heard footsteps fade away. Five minutes passed, ten minutes, fifteen minutes. It felt like an eternity, not knowing if they would find him or when he would get out of this place. Light shone into the room as the trap door was reopened. The bartender extended his hand and helped Josh out of the hidden room.

“Head upstairs and go into the first door on the right.” said the bartender.

“Okay.” said Josh. “Thanks.”

The bartender waved him on and Josh continued up the stairs. He came to the first door on the right and hesitated. Too much had happened for him to not take things cautiously. Slowly he opened the door. Once the door was fully opened, tears started to flow down his face. He had never been happier, for Chris and Michelle stood in front of him.

“You’re all right.” said Michelle giving Josh a hug.

“Ya, I’m alright now.” said Josh. “We shouldn’t stay in this place for long though. The guards are still looking for me.”

“Ya, we know.” said Chris. “But we have to wait for a friend to show up first.”

“That wouldn’t happen to be Alexander would it?” asked Josh.

“How did you know?” asked Michelle.

“I met him not to long ago.” said Josh. “That’s why I’m here now.”

“That’s what he meant when he had to go help another friend first.” said Chris. “Oh ya, you might want these back.” Chris handed Josh his swords.

“Ya these might help a bit.” said Josh. They all laughed.

“I only wish Nate was here.” said Chris. “I think he might have charged that jail house with sword in hand.”

“Ya, he would do something like that.” said Josh. “He always put everyone else before himself.”

“That’s probably why father had him stay and fight with him.” said Chris. “He must’ve known that Nate would have fought to keep us safe until he couldn’t move.”

The joyous mood had now become solemn and gloom. They all wanted to know the same thing: Were Nate and Thomas alright? They didn’t know but knew they would find out eventually.

“So.” said Josh breaching the
silence. “When is Alexander supposed to show up here?”

“Soon hopefully.” said Michelle.

“Okay.” said Josh. “But who is he? All I know is that he is a commander here.”

“Well, basically he’s an old friend of our father.” said Michelle.

“That is exactly true.” said Alexander as he entered the room. “I am one of Thomas’s old friends. He is a great man.”

“But we don’t know if he or our brother are still alive.” said Chris.

“That’s right you mentioned an attack on your town.” Alexander recalled. “Do you know who did it?”

“It was a group of soldiers.” said Chris. “About two hundred of them. And I think the commander was a tall bald man with blood red eyes.”

“I figured.” said Alexander. “That man, if he even is human, is pure evil. He is also that wicked king’s right hand man. You three are lucky to still be alive.”

“What do you mean?” asked Michelle.

“I assume that you do not know much about the king.” said Alexander.

“Father never told us much about him.” said Michelle.

“Alright then I shall tell you.” said Alexander. “About sixteen or seventeen years ago, a great king ruled this land. There were no all out wars but crimes and skirmishes still existed. It was a time of peace. Many people worked for the king and were loyal to him. His most trusted advisor was also a mage. He was a power hungry evil person, but the king was blinded by the time a peace and did not notice. He sought after power in the black arts. His soul is twisted, as were his intentions. Biding his time he became more and more trusted by the king. Eventually he used his black magic to kill the king and twist him into declaring him king. That all happened sixteen or seventeen years ago. There is more to the story but I never heard the whole thing. Only a handful of people actually do. But it all remains the same that evil, twisted Moartu is now our king.”

“Why hasn’t anyone done anything to stop him?” asked Chris.

“They have tried.” said Alexander. “But they have all met with death by Moartu’s magic or his right hand man, Azgor, who attacked your village.”

“What about those rebels?” asked Josh.

“They are the only ones who seem to want to try anymore.” said Alexander.

“Do you know where they are?” asked Michelle.

“I wish I did.” said Alexander. “They are the only ones who can help you. But I have heard rumors.”

“I think we should seek them out.” said Chris.

“I agree.” said Josh.

“Ya, and maybe we will find Nate and father on the way.” said Michelle.

“Well the rumors I have heard say that there are people in Avicia who are in contact with the rebels.” said Alexander. “I am sorry that I cannot go with you.”

“It’s alright.” said Josh.

“Then it’s decided then we head to Avicia.” said Chris.

“Excuse me Alexander, but where is Avicia?” asked Michelle.

“Follow the coast South and it should be the next city you arrive in.” said Alexander.

“We should go now.” said Chris.

“Yes, you should.” said Alexander.

Chris, Michelle and Josh grabbed their weapons and headed out bound for Avicia.

nates2rad
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since 2008-12-17

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1 posted 2009-03-03 03:25 PM

Didn't exactly come out the way I wanted. You can't really see the Chapters so here is the list If you wanted to know.
Prolouge
1. Bonds
2. A Wicked Man
3. Revalation
4. The Journey Begins
5. A Promise
6. Wandering
7. Captive
8. A Friend and Allie

critical mass
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since 2009-03-25

Posts 275
Michigan

2 posted 2009-03-29 08:09 AM

Too long to hold my attention.

what I did read appeared to flow fairly well though.

latearrival
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since 2003-03-21

Posts 5499
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3 posted 2009-04-12 09:13 PM

I read it all.You did well. A few spelling mistakes and when Alexander first asked about Thomas you wrote "Thomas said" instead of Alexander said. You seem to be a young person.I have a young grandson who writes like you do.This is of course not my type of story but it held my interest. Keep writing.you have a future. latearrival.

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