Friday, November 25, 2011

Prolouge

Richard Scyfe leaned forward, whipping the horse reigns in his hands. He glanced over at his brother Patrick. They both whipped again, speeding forward. The two turned back quickly, again regarding the pack of men chasing after them. Richard quickly bent over, an arrow barely skimming along his back. They rounded a corner just as another arrow was shot."Patrick!" Richard screamed as Patrick gasped in pain.

"Hang on, we're almost there!" He grabbed the reigns of Patrick's horse and led it behind his own. He began full speed, running along the side of a ravine with a small stream at the bottom. A thud drew Richard's attention, and he saw Patrick fall of the horse and roll on the ravine. He quickly jumped off his horse after him, meeting him at the bottom. Patrick lay there, his legs in the stream.

Richard attempted to pick him up, but Patrick shook his head. He held a shaky hand up to Richards holding a small, leather bound book."Keep going. I'm not going to make it." A small drop of blood trickled out of his mouth as he spoke."Find the Seeker, and Zed." Richard bit his lip and hugged his brother as he grew cold. A shout from the top of the ravine drew him back to his senses. He whipped to look at the men, starting to come down the ravine. Richard got up and started to sprint, climbing out.

I must be close to the border now. He thought to himself. He dug into his pocket, pulling out a small, bright blue light in a glass bulb. This was a Nightwhisp, which was a powerful magic spirit. He then suddenly ran into something invisible. Green lights webbed out from where he hit."The Border!" Richard got back on his feet and turned to face the men."There's nowhere to go now, Confessor." The General sneered.

A grin crept onto Richard's face as well. He held up the Nightwhisp, then turned back the the border. He smiled as the impenetrable magic wall opened up before him. He quickly ran through, cradling the book under his arm.

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Feign, General of the Guards, watched as his target ran through."Follow him, before it closes!" Feign led his men through. He wasn't about to let that book escape his clutches. His master would kill him.