This is a story I wrote a few years back, and now I am rewriting it to sound better to me.
Constructive criticism appreciated but please do not completely diss me. Also ANY grammer or spelling errors that are not intentional feel free to point them out to me. Sometimes one pair of eyes just does not see every mistake ^_^. Enjoy the read (btw im slow to post due to the fact im completely starting from scratch pretty much and I'm picky with how I write... So please be patient thank you!)
Chronicles of Crow
Book one
Prelude
The sun peered over the horizon, quickly warming the ground and evaporating the overnight mist. Crow unsheathed his bow, ready to set his plan into motion. He rose from the hill on which he lay and began to descend slowly, stealthily.
He had set out three days prior, sporting only his bow, sword, and loose dark clothing. He needed to be quiet and quick, armor and extra equipment would only hinder him. He quickly traversed the city of Varrock in search of the clan that was rumoured to have information regarding his brother, Pheonix.
He quietly made his way through the crowd, pushing his way towards the boundaries of the Wild, which was the rumoured rally point for the clan Rising Demons. He passed the northernmost gate of Varrock and crept into the woods, keeping a wary eye for any suspicious movement or objects.
He reached the boundary of the Wild, a ditch dug seven feet deep and 6 feet across, with warning posts stationed every few feet. He climbed the nearest oak and waited for his targets to arrive.
Now, three days later, Crow was at the foot of the makeshift camp, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. He strung an arrow and slowly pulled the bow into a firing position. He took aim at the nearest guard, who had dozed off on duty, a crime punishable by death.
Well, Crow thought, Better me than your boss that carries out your punishment. Just as he was about to let the arrow let fly, he heard movement behind him. He turned and let his arrow fly at the new threat, and it disintegrated in a flash of light. Crow ducked and rolled and a huge fireball seared the spot he had been standing not two seconds before. He dived again and again as the battle mage threw spell after spell towards him.
Get yourself together Crow! A mans voice filled Crow's mind. Focus on your enemy, move like the wind, and find the weakness. Crow froze as the mage cast a binding spell on him. The split second hesitation from Crow would cost him, and he knew it. He struggled against the vines binding him as his adversary unleashed a massive wave of fiery energy towards the hapless individual. Right as the wave of energy began washing over him, the vines holding him in place withered and Crow threw every ounce of strength he had to break free and dodged the incoming projectile. His hair set on fire, along with some of his clothing and the wave passed over him, right into the heart of the enemy camp. It made contact in a ground-shaking, thundering BOOM as it left a 12 foot crater where the guard had been sleeping at his post.
There goes the element of surprise, Crow thought, Time to really get to work. He jumped up and unsheathed his sword, a longsword made of the most rare metal availiable. The blade glowed red hot as Crow poured energy into his attack. The mage never stood a chance against the dragon longsword and stood with mouth agape as his body slowly slid to the ground, sliced cleanly in two. Crow wheeled towards the camp and recovered his bow and began letting arrows fly into the confused crowd of soldiers.
Six soldiers fell to his arrows, another two injured when they finally discerned his location. The motley crew of mercenaries drew swords and charged blindly towards Crow, bloodlust fueling their minds. Crow saw this and smiled, he knew soldiers who let themselves be overcome by rage would never win against one who kept his cool. Crow sidestepped and cut down the wave of soldiers and made his way towards the main tent, which housed his main target. He continued his onslaught and stopped in the middle of the camp.
A single arrow, whistling with glee as it cut through the blood-stained and singed air found its mark inside Crows arm. Crow quickly wheeled and saw the one responsible, a middle-aged man with a longbow. He already had another rune-tipped arrow loosely on the string when Crow pulled a knife from the strap on his leg and hurled it towards the assailant. The archer had just pulled the arrow taut when the knife embedded itself into his skull and he fell dead to the ground, arrow careening wildly off-course.
Crow turned toward his goal, a large tent emblazioned with the royalty emblem of the Rising Demons, and cautiously stood outside its entrance.
"Loki! Leader of the Rising Demons!" Crow shouted, "I offer you another chance at life! Come out quietly unarmed and I will discuss the terms of me letting you continue to draw breath!"
"I will never succomb to thy demands Crow! I know what you seek, and I am loyal to Pheonix!"
"Then you sentence yourself to be executed Loki."
Loki chuckled. "FOOL! You think you have me in your palms, well I assure you, you will never take me alive!" The sky was suddenly ablaze as meteors and fire rained down from the sky, destroying the area in which Crow was standing. The last thing Crow glimpsed was Loki safely teleporting away, right before a meteor caught Crow in the chest, knocking him unconcious...
Btw Yes this was meant to be Really short. It is supposed to be a teaser like most books do, However this is my first attempt at one and it isnt as strong as I would have hoped.