17-11-2003, 11:36
This was made by one of the "soon to become famous writers but never will" writers...
The night began to fall upon the rising sun. The light scattered upon the homes of the tiny village as a horse ran out with its rider on some errands. He woke up with the waking light in his eyes and jerked up from his bed. He looked around half clueless on what to do then finally made up his mind. After he finished the morning rituals he stumbled upon his front porch and fell upon his rocking chair.
He looked outside in the early morning mist as it was quiet and began to fall into a deep sleep.
Its been a long time Mikael...
Who are you?
...you should know who I am Mikael...
I dont, please tell who you are.
...its a sad fact that my voice is not familiar
"Prestos..." mumbled the man who was in a deep sleep. He tumbled on one foot awake with one eye squinting against the high sun.
"Good day isnt it mister?" shouted a young boy with a ball in his hands.
"A yes it is" replied the man,
"say son, word from your father Malcom?"
"No Mikael, none from my father. Em' rich people stealing most of his time with items for their guards"
"I hope I get my armory soon...real soon" with that he drifts away into his house and through some doors landing softly upon his bed.
Mikael raised his sword one more time to bring it upon his oppenents neck.
Do it Mikael...
I will, but answer my questions first
...my blood is your answer, bring down faith upon ye...
Hmm, sad to think that my arch-enemy gives up so easily
...eh? Sputtering merciful words are yeh? You never will learn would you...
Prestos, stand up and fight like you used to, when you fought like death
...death? Hah so you want me to show you a real fight?! So be it!
"Gah!" Mikael gasped as he woke from his bed, his hands clutching the sheets so hard that he felt the sweat underneath him. The cotton bed was filled with hot sweat.
"My past, my dreams...no, they was long forgotten and should be kept that way, but why about him of all people..." Mikael drifted into a deep thought as he heard a hard knock on the door. He slowly stood up and reached for his wrist dagger as he walked toward the door. As he opened the door he saw nothing...just the darkened town and tiny firelights on torches along the houses. He looked down and saw Malcom's son whom had a great look of fear upon his face.
"Whats the matter?" sputtered Mikael
"M-Malcom wants to see you"
"Now?"
"Y-Yes"
He scurried into his room and kicked open a chest lain aside his chest. He plopped his dagger and crossbow into his belt and ran outside. He shifted towards the smith shop and ran into the house. Four grey cloaked men stood over a sitting man with a dagger sitting nicely upon his neck.
"Whats going on!" shouted Mikael to draw attention
"Who the bloody hell are you?" replied a cloaked figure
"By gods, leave Malcom alone. What has he done to you?"
"Ah, quiet young one and I shall tell you a tale that would not be forgotten..."
"This man you see here is Malcom. As you know him he is a mear smith with a son and a wife who have left him, but to the dark council he was a great assasin, producer of his own weapons and user of them for our will. He grew tired of bloodshed when one day we ceased the living to the Lost Children of the Forest. Fear crept upon his eyes and as I watched him, he slipped under my toes. Yet I have tracked him with ease to this place many call home.
"What have you come to is very dangerous for you and for us. The only resolution is to kill you, yet we wield to kill an innocent for we may have another procedure. Since Malcom still works for us, or so it seems to be our agreement so far, we require a need for you, and compared to the way you dress, you do look like an assasin yourself. However missing out on us will cost you, your life and anyone you have ever met. Even a traveler who came for a few coins and left.
"Now that you see how dire you seem to be in, would you follow us?"
"Hmmm, nifty choice, nifty. I have yet one word."
"That would be yes I presume"
"Yes"
"Splend-"
"Yes I will slaughter the 4 of you" Mikael stabs his dagger to the one who told the story and took his crossbow out. With quick movements he launched 3 metal splints into the crossbow and launched it upon the cloaked figures. The ones on the right squeled in a horrid scream while the one on the left dodged with ease. The cloaked figures on the right took out rods and muttered a few words. The left one took out a longsword and charged to Mikael.
"Damned" and with that Mikael ran as fast as he could screaming for help through the town. Suddenly Malcoms son apeared.
"Stop"
"Move out of the way you damned child theres three murderers after me"
"They will be dead soon enough"
"Huh?"
The child suddenly waves his hands in odd movements and yellow flashed apeared in his hands. A lightning bolt streaked from it and curved around Mikael. It stung the cloaked figure with the sword and caused burn marks upon him. It passed on and followed upon the house and screams of pain was heard.
"What the? How did? Did you? Wha?" Mikael gasped in wonder, suddenly an unpleasant voice came
"That is why he didnt assasinate me, im to good."
"Hey what the" Mikael turned his head around to see that the boy was the cloaked figure who babbled so much in disguise."
The night began to fall upon the rising sun. The light scattered upon the homes of the tiny village as a horse ran out with its rider on some errands. He woke up with the waking light in his eyes and jerked up from his bed. He looked around half clueless on what to do then finally made up his mind. After he finished the morning rituals he stumbled upon his front porch and fell upon his rocking chair.
He looked outside in the early morning mist as it was quiet and began to fall into a deep sleep.
Its been a long time Mikael...
Who are you?
...you should know who I am Mikael...
I dont, please tell who you are.
...its a sad fact that my voice is not familiar
"Prestos..." mumbled the man who was in a deep sleep. He tumbled on one foot awake with one eye squinting against the high sun.
"Good day isnt it mister?" shouted a young boy with a ball in his hands.
"A yes it is" replied the man,
"say son, word from your father Malcom?"
"No Mikael, none from my father. Em' rich people stealing most of his time with items for their guards"
"I hope I get my armory soon...real soon" with that he drifts away into his house and through some doors landing softly upon his bed.
Mikael raised his sword one more time to bring it upon his oppenents neck.
Do it Mikael...
I will, but answer my questions first
...my blood is your answer, bring down faith upon ye...
Hmm, sad to think that my arch-enemy gives up so easily
...eh? Sputtering merciful words are yeh? You never will learn would you...
Prestos, stand up and fight like you used to, when you fought like death
...death? Hah so you want me to show you a real fight?! So be it!
"Gah!" Mikael gasped as he woke from his bed, his hands clutching the sheets so hard that he felt the sweat underneath him. The cotton bed was filled with hot sweat.
"My past, my dreams...no, they was long forgotten and should be kept that way, but why about him of all people..." Mikael drifted into a deep thought as he heard a hard knock on the door. He slowly stood up and reached for his wrist dagger as he walked toward the door. As he opened the door he saw nothing...just the darkened town and tiny firelights on torches along the houses. He looked down and saw Malcom's son whom had a great look of fear upon his face.
"Whats the matter?" sputtered Mikael
"M-Malcom wants to see you"
"Now?"
"Y-Yes"
He scurried into his room and kicked open a chest lain aside his chest. He plopped his dagger and crossbow into his belt and ran outside. He shifted towards the smith shop and ran into the house. Four grey cloaked men stood over a sitting man with a dagger sitting nicely upon his neck.
"Whats going on!" shouted Mikael to draw attention
"Who the bloody hell are you?" replied a cloaked figure
"By gods, leave Malcom alone. What has he done to you?"
"Ah, quiet young one and I shall tell you a tale that would not be forgotten..."
"This man you see here is Malcom. As you know him he is a mear smith with a son and a wife who have left him, but to the dark council he was a great assasin, producer of his own weapons and user of them for our will. He grew tired of bloodshed when one day we ceased the living to the Lost Children of the Forest. Fear crept upon his eyes and as I watched him, he slipped under my toes. Yet I have tracked him with ease to this place many call home.
"What have you come to is very dangerous for you and for us. The only resolution is to kill you, yet we wield to kill an innocent for we may have another procedure. Since Malcom still works for us, or so it seems to be our agreement so far, we require a need for you, and compared to the way you dress, you do look like an assasin yourself. However missing out on us will cost you, your life and anyone you have ever met. Even a traveler who came for a few coins and left.
"Now that you see how dire you seem to be in, would you follow us?"
"Hmmm, nifty choice, nifty. I have yet one word."
"That would be yes I presume"
"Yes"
"Splend-"
"Yes I will slaughter the 4 of you" Mikael stabs his dagger to the one who told the story and took his crossbow out. With quick movements he launched 3 metal splints into the crossbow and launched it upon the cloaked figures. The ones on the right squeled in a horrid scream while the one on the left dodged with ease. The cloaked figures on the right took out rods and muttered a few words. The left one took out a longsword and charged to Mikael.
"Damned" and with that Mikael ran as fast as he could screaming for help through the town. Suddenly Malcoms son apeared.
"Stop"
"Move out of the way you damned child theres three murderers after me"
"They will be dead soon enough"
"Huh?"
The child suddenly waves his hands in odd movements and yellow flashed apeared in his hands. A lightning bolt streaked from it and curved around Mikael. It stung the cloaked figure with the sword and caused burn marks upon him. It passed on and followed upon the house and screams of pain was heard.
"What the? How did? Did you? Wha?" Mikael gasped in wonder, suddenly an unpleasant voice came
"That is why he didnt assasinate me, im to good."
"Hey what the" Mikael turned his head around to see that the boy was the cloaked figure who babbled so much in disguise."