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Wow, this one took me soo long to write
and its actually some lines shorter than chapter II
so please, take a couple of minutes into writing my job, and tell me what you think of it!
Chronicles of the Asturien
Chapter III:
Fallen Knight
Boris looked
around, he was nervous with this new job they had been hired to do, he saw his
other companions, all dressed in the same robes with leather armour below them
and red adornations in their wrists in the robes.
They had won more money from this one job
than from all the others they did in the past six month, together, and it was
only half the payment yet! "Half now, and the other half when you bring me his
head" was the words he recalled in heir meeting, their target this time was a wizard,
called Gareth de Corann.
They had killed and
assassinated many noblemen and such, but of wizards they were afraid, but the
price they were offered was just too much to let down, and so, they used some
of the money and went to a wizard in Nuln, where they persuaded him to sell
them some small arcane items, which warded them against fire spells, because
from what they had heard, their target once belonged to the bright college of
Magic in Altdorf, but for some reason had abandoned it some months ago, yet, he
was still residing in Altdorf for that time, and now, he had finally left the
Capital city and was heading towards Nuln.
They decided to intercept him in his
travel, and so, they had waited for hours in a road between Nuln and Altdorf, until now.
He looked up
the road again, their target, an old yet powerful wizard was walking down the
road and approaching their direction he was wearing a worn out grey robe and a
old brown cape covering most of his body, he could see below the hood a little
of the man's white beard, it was dark, with full moon so his visions were
limited, and they hoped that being an old man, he would see very well.
Boris looked to
the other side of the road, there, lay waiting five of his men, and another
five in this side of the road with him, waiting for his signal to strike, the
old man footsteps were getting louder, *thump, thump, thump....* until, when he
was but fifteen feet away from them, he signalled to strike, they all charged
around the wizard shouting and screaming all of them with their swords held
above their heads ready to strike the man.
The old man
quickly threw his cape open and lifted his right hand in the air while
gesturing some strange and incomprehensible words, instantly there was a loud
booming sound and a ball of fire was thrown against two of the nearest men, the
first died quickly, his face caught in the trajectory of the fireball, the
second, lifted his sword arm to protect his face, but to no use, his arm was
burn and the ashes were taken by the wind, the men fell in the ground,
screaming and holding what was left of his arm.
Another of
Boris men stepped forward and charged at the wizard, the wizard lifted his left
hand and again did the same as before, and another fireball appeared out of the
wizard's hand and started burning trough the air in the man's direction, just
some seconds before the fireball hit him, he lifted his left with the talisman
and held it before him, the fireball hit his hand holding the talisman and
exploded in a thousand little suns that vanished, sucked by the talisman.
The wizard
looked surprised and genuinely afraid and stood his ground, looking at the men
around him, Boris and his men grinned, realising that as long as they were fast
enough, the talismans would protect them, they started spreading in a circle
around the man, and when they finally were spread around him, cutting off any
means of escape, the old man relaxed his muscles and stood straight, as to
accept his inevitable death it seemed to him, but then, the man did something
unthinkable, he smiled.
With a quick
movement of his hands the men next to Boris vanished in an explosion of guts
and blood that were thrown everywhere, one of men charged the wizard who
twisted his right hand in the direction of the man, he could see a ball forming
in his hands, twisting what he saw beyond it, like water in a glass, it was
thrown in the direction of the man, , to all effects, just like a fireball
would, but this was no fireball, this strangely dense ball looked like
something between a cloud and water, the man held the talisman before him, and
when the ball hit him, he could see his hand breaking under the weight of the
ball which continued and eventually hit his chest, it seemed that the men had
been hit with a hammer in his chest, first, the chest seemed to resist the
ball, but in less than a second, his chest gave a loud crack and broke, leaving
the man open with what seemed a whole in his chest, the men fell with a loud
sound, dead.
Two of Boris
men turned and started running, but the wizard gestured at them with his left
hand and what seemed to be an invisible half circle blade jolted out of his
hands, distorting the air around it while it went in the direction of the two
running men, which were both cut in half when the air like blade them.
Pulsing with
rage, he screamed and charged the wizard at the same time as his other four men
did, instead of the fluid movements with his hand he had made before, the old
wizard this time made a series of outwards movements with his hands and Boris
suddenly felt a punch to his face and stomach and the same time and fell
backwards, so did most of his men he saw, some of them quickly got up and tried
to ran but the wizard brought them down like he had done to the rest of them,
until, only he was left, he got up to his knees, and saw his sword several feet
away, the wizard turned to him and walked calmly in his direction.
Boris started sobbing, helpless before
this powerful being:
-Please sir, I beg you, let me live, I want to live!!
-Oh, don't worry, you will live...
With those words from the wizard, he felt the sweet
release of unconsciousness enveloping him, and gave up to it.
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