I was wandering in the woods near my hometown after my girlfriend had dumped me. Naturally I was depressed because we had been going out for 3 years by that time. Nature always had a way of calming down when i was angry of depressed. I did not know how long I was in the woods, but when I started seeing the woods thin, I saw the night sky. When I was able to see through the thinning trees, I did not see any of the buildings I knew since childhood. Instead I saw an open plain for miles around. I took out my phone to look at the GPS, but it was malfunctioning. Turning the phone off, I started to wander away from the trees.
It was near dawn when I finally found a cluster of houses in the distance. Encouraged by this I began walking faster. When I finally reached the buildings I realized that they looked like the medieval cottages I had grown up seeing in my history books. I walked into the center of the village and found an old man walking around. When he noticed me he asked, "You lost son?"
Oblivious to my surroundings I replied, "Yes sir, I am. Can you point me in the direction of Reno?" Unfortunately for me, as soon as I asked that question I was hit in the back of the head.
I awoke in a storage shed, surrounded by bags of grain and wheat. I walked over to the doors and tried to open them. Unfortunately for me, they wouldn't budge. 'Well, seeing as I'm not getting out of here anytime soon, I might as well go to sleep.'
When next I awoke, it was to two men grabbing me by the arms and dragging me to the same spot where I had gotten knocked out. This time however there was a pyre ready for the burning. As I was dragged up the old man before came forth with a piece of parchment. "You have been charged with being a heretic, unworthy of life, your punishment is to be burned to death," he began. "As you die, know that the world will become a better place without you." Even though I knew I was about to die my thoughts were that I should be thankful that he spoke English.
As I was set on the pyre, a voice rose up, "He will not burn. No he will not burn, but I do know how to deal with his kind. Bind him and give him to me." I was lifted off the pyre and I my hands were bound by a coarse rope. This same rope was tied around my neck and given to the man who saved me. My first look at him told me he was important. He had polished armor on and a sword on his side. If one looked closely enough, they could see the many daggers on his belt. His hair looked coarse and unkempt.
He took the rope and hopped onto a horse nearby that I had not noticed until now. He led me out of the village amid the many villagers booing and hissing. We walked for several minutes until the village was out of sight. Finally he stopped and got off of his horse. He walked over to me and took out one of his knives. This action frightened me and he let out a soft chuckle and said, "Calm down I'm only cutting you loose." This shocked me and allowed him to cut me loose. "See nothing more nothing less. Now who are you and where are you from?"
"My name is Perseus" I replied, "I'm from Reno, Nevada. Who are you?"
"Draconis, most people call me Draco. I'm from Dallas. I'm going to go off on a limb and say you that you were wondering a forest before you came here right." At my nod he continued," As I thought, the same thing happened with the others. Traveling through the woods and you're here. Anyways, you're lucky I had to come down to negotiate with the Kingdom of Sarleon for a peace agreement or you'd be a nice pile of ash right now. I'll stop by in Avendor to get you a horse, but that will be in a weeks time, so you better like walking.
A/N: Well that's the first part of the prologue for the Eagle's Nest. Please R/R.
