Out of Darkness We Shall Tread

by onward-skies

A knight abruptly awakens in castle ruins, without memories and without weapons he must search for his past. It is not long before he finds signs of trouble, and then it finds him. Set before Book 1, little background is necessary. T for moderate violence, and possible language. What you see was done a year ago. /currently awaiting inspiration, may not continue for some time/

1. Introduction

Cold winter winds and warm summer nights, these memories I recalled as I awoke from a deep and troubled sleep. I thought of the past, how the world had fallen into chaos, the chaos, yes, that is why I am here. Rubbing my eyes I felt some dirt sprinkle off my cheek. Squinting, squinting twice, now what forsaken place had my ill fortunes brought me to? Stones. A prison no doubt, but where!I struggled out of my corner, my muscles aching. I felt for my weapons, my sword. Gone. As I stooped in the torchlight I realized my limbs were not bound and ever more I could not see bars. Where in blazes was I?

I pulled the torch from it's socket and stretched my weary limbs. To grasp something felt good, but not nearly like that of my sword hilt. Wary, I edged my way to the corner and peaked, I was at the end of a corridor with only one other room and stairs at the far end, sunlight pierced the grayness around me and fell on a few stairs. Sneaking I found my way to the next room over numerous bricks and mortar. Peering in I saw a dying fire, some firewood sprawled by the hearth, a small wooden table and chair, also there was a loaf of bread that looked neither stale or fresh, and a peculiar small bundle in a corner. For the first time I felt hunger, not severe but presently sickening. Cautiously sitting down I picked up the bread, a whole loaf and mildly damp.