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Half-Blood Chronicles chapter 1: A Chanced Meeting
Scyrus' P.O.V
Aaaaah, I love the forest at night, I was walking through the woods taking in the dark brown of the oak trees and the papery bark of the birch trees. I felt that all was right in the world that nothing could ever possibly go… *BOOM* wrong. It had started raining and not wanting it to ruin the dye in the purple-red cloak that I had spent Notch knows how long to perfect, I started to head back home.
Natalie's P.O.V
They were catching up to me, I knew I had no chance against these trained mercenaries when I ran from their custody, but still I ran. I glanced behind me only to see the mercenaries' swords and armor shining in the moonlight that broke through the leaves above us. I ducked and weaved my way through the forest trying and failing to get any headway whatsoever on the still approaching platoon. But as I turned another corner, I saw a man walking calmly through the woods and before I could react, I crashed into him.
Scyrus' P.O.V
I lay on my back looking up at a woman's face, she was apparently knocked out cold by the impact. I rolled her off of me and was about to wake her up when I heard a very gruff voice behind me "sir, step away from the prisoner" I happily obliged, not wanting anything to do with whatever was happening, but my curiosity got the better of me "um, may I ask what crime she committed to have a small army sent after her?" he looked at me with a puzzled but agreeing look "she committed no crime, she is a half-blood we were sent to capture her and bring her to her execution." My face became more and more disgusted with every word he said, no crime but she was a half-blood and that was reason enough to kill her?! I did not stand for this "pardon me, sir" I spat out the words with as much sarcasm as I could muster "but what is so bad about half-bloods, they're people like you and me and if you can't understand that then you can turn tail and leave, good day sirs!" I stood in front of the woman's unconscious form to block her from the soldiers. "Step out of the way or we will use deadly force" the mercenaries raised their swords only to be answered by a middle finger. "Over my dead body!" then two of them stepped toward me, swords out, only to be met by a sword in each of their chests. "Attack!" yelled the gruff mam who must have been their leader, but then the rest of his men ran at the sight of their dead comrades. I sheathed my swords and walked toward the leader, he was creeping backwards with his sword shaking in his hand, then I grabbed him by the neck and one of the rings on my hand began to glow and the man's screams were heard throughout the night.