Prolog
Xul suddenly looked up from gathering driftwood. He was sure he wasn't imagining that noise now. It sounds as though someone is taking out a butcher knife or a sword from its sheath, Xul thought jokingly. Then the full impact of what he had just thought struck him. He barely had time to duck as the first arrow whizzed by his head and buried itself in a nearby tree. Xul looked up just in time to see four arrows slicing through the still night air. Just before he ducked, Xul managed to catch a glimpse of ten horsemen riding furiously towards him.
Dang it, he thought as the other five riders drew wicked looking scythes. They must be some of King Charles's men, Xul thought as he saw the crossed scimitar and scythe emblem of the King on all the riders chests. Xul realized, and without the slightest twinge of regret, that he was going to have to kill all the riders. Ten years ago, he had come home to his parent's house to find their house ransacked and their bodies lying in a pool of blood. Since that day, he had been determined to slaughter any of the King's men he met.
Xul calmly took out his longbow as another volley of arrows came whizzing his way. He took aim his first arrow and soon the closest rider, who had by that time got quite close to Xul, fell with an arrow transfixed in his now still heart. The second rider was not so lucky. He took three arrows, all in places that would eventually kill him, but agonizingly slowly. The third rider took an arrow to the chest, but not before hurling his scythe as far as he could, narrowly missing Xul's head. Xul quickly dispatched the rest of the riders in a similar manner, only sustaining a small cut where an arrow had narrowly missed him.
After what seemed like hours, but I fact was only minutes, every rider was dead. Xul turned around and set off for his little hut he shared with his wife and son. Unbeknownst to Xul, an eleventh rider was getting steadily closer, until finally he whipped around to face a rider clothed all in black. The assassin smiled, and even as Xul ran, laughed. Xul ran as fast as he could, but even he couldn't outrun a speeding scythe slicing through the air. The assassin calmly rode his horse up to the body, and extracted his scythe, which seemed to be smiling at all the blood it was shedding.
The assassin started back up the path, whistling a little tune as he went. He knew he would be rewarded greatly for the murder of such an esteemed warrior. He stopped humming abruptly when he noticed a clacking noise nearby. It sounds like a scorpion, only much louder. I wonder what it could be? He thought, with only a small amount of concern. Then, up ahead, reared the most terrifying, gruesome, horrible creature known to walk the earth, and the still night air was rent with the assassin's screams.
Author's Notes:
So..Yeah, this is my first story. Review, review review! Cause you know I love the feedback.
-KingCharles