Hey! Before you Read!
Haha, it took me longer to put this up then what I planned. But finally after long wait, if you were waiting, the remake of "Through Dark Eyes"! For those who don't know what that was, or for those that need a refresher. Through Dark eyes is a fanfiction I made when Oberyn died. I liked him and it sucked. :(
So I made a fanfiction where he lives, and doesn't fight for Tyrion. But then what of Tyrion? Who will help the innocent imp? Well a new warrior comes in and defends him! This warrior is unlike any other throughout the lands. With powers that seems to come from a story and with a strange connection to the Lord Of Light, things will get interesting!
Yes but in this fanfiction I will be giving way more information about The warrior, who's name is Demon, and the order he's dedicated his life to. I also will be telling how he got his unheard of powers. So more chapters and lots of information. This shall be fun!
Let's begin
A Faint Glow.
"Alright Sir Marcus of Black!" Marcus' older friend teased. "Take these scraps to the pigs. Or is that to lowly of a job to ask for a knight?"
It didn't take much an idiot to know that Robert, Marcus' older friend, was being an ass. His teasing words felt more like knives to Marcus' chest then just the playful words between two young men. Ever since Robert found out about Marcus' dream to be a knight, or at least squire for one, Robert had started making jokes.
"All make way! There is a knight here! Sir Marcus of Black!"
Robert once called to the whole inn while Marcus walked through. It was embarrassing, Roberts laugh echoed through the inn while people stopped and stared for a second before joining in. Marcus should have laughed along, or at least played along. Maybe then Robert would chill a bit when it came to the teasing.
Black wasn't Marcus' last name, his families name was Fellows. Black came from the color of his skin. Marcus was black and often stood out among the white color in this area. His family had own a small farm and some land ever since the Fellows' family could remember. So Marcus grew up here with his five sisters and two brothers.
Maybe he would lay off if Marcus announced Roberts attraction to the younger ones? Though Marcus wasn't that mean, and would slander his friend or his friend's family name like that. Robert told him that in secret, almost like a confession. Robert sounded discussed with himself while he confessed to Marcus.
Picking up the slop bucket, that was filled with whatever people didn't eat, or what wasn't fed to the dogs. The younger of the two boys left the back and started out to the door. The back door to the inn had been locked because of a break in a couple nights ago. The owner, Austin, decided to nail it shut so no one came in and stole their food again.
The back door was an easier way to the pigs and would have only took a couple of seconds to walk to their pen and dump the food. But now he had to walk through the inn, pass all the strangers eating, out the door walk all the way around the inn and a couple feet back to the pig pen.
Normally Marcus would have made some comment about walking through the inn with guests eating. But this time he actually wanted to walk through the dinning area. Because they were there.
They, was a group of people, and not just any people, but what Marcus hoped were knights. Six people sat at a table drinking, talking and eating. Three of the men wore armor, they looked to be strong and men with some money. Two of them wore two different house names, Marcus couldn't place the small insignia's to their houses.
But the last man had no mark, or sign of the house he belonged to. Maybe a freelancer? Or mercenary? Marcus couldn't be sure. The other three men were different. One of them wore light armor, made of what looked like thick leather. Another wore no armor and the last one Marcus couldn't be sure what he wore.
Actually Marcus wasn't sure what the male actually looked like, his shape or if he wore armor. His body was hidden behind a black cloak. Marcus was sure when he served them their food he saw what the male was wearing. But at this moment he was drawing a blank.
"... Was a document with strange lettering."
One of the men, the one with no armor, spoke as he gestured to his satchel. Marcus couldn't help but to walk a little slower to listen in. The inn's dinning area was almost empty, it was just that party of six and three other locals who came here to eat.
"Strange lettering? How so?"
Marcus was a few feet away from the table.
"Markings like I've never seen before. I'm taking it back to the Order so the Elders can took."
Order? Marcus was ever more so curious now.
"What about Dems? He has ability to read the weird. He study it didn't he? A year before he could walk again." The man with light armor spoke.
"Yea, no. Remember the last time someone found something similar to this? I'd feel safer giving it to the Order then having to deal with Dems."
Marcus was out the door before he could hear more of the conversation. Curiosity was tugging at him like a small child wanting attention. Strange document with strange writing? An Order with Elders? Some guy named Dems? Marcus suddenly wanted to know more.
But like his mother said "Knowledge is dangerous". So he wasn't going to pry or push himself to listen into the conversation. No matter how much he wanted to sit with them and ask them questions. Of their conversation and of their adventures.
Plus it seemed to be a private conversation. Then again what private conversation would be as loud as it was. It wasn't as if it was so loud everyone could hear it, but it was still pretty loud to be taking about an Order, or a document that could have the gods know what in it.
The sun was setting, the beautiful mixture of colors burned the sky of orange, pink, red and purple. It was almost like a perfect painted picture. The nights were starting to get chilled, more so then they were the days before. Winter was coming and Marcus, being born and raised in the North, had a strong belief that he and his family could get through the winter.
With a small sigh Marcus started his walk to the back of the inn. He couldn't help but to wonder when he would leave this place. He didn't mind it here, he had a comfortable life here. He helped out Austin with the Inn and made decent pay, he lived with his big family on their land, and he had great friends. Many people wouldn't want to leave a comfortable life. But that's the very reason why Marcus wanted to leave.
It was too comfortable.
Marcus wanted a challenge, he wanted something to take him out of his comfort. Someone had mentioned that if Marcus sought out adventure he should go to the Wall. He would get training, and would be put in situations many would find uncomfortable. But Marcus wanted a family, and at the Wall one couldn't have a family if they joined.
"Yes, I apologize. I shouldn't have spoken out like that."
Marcus stopped hearing the light males voice. The young lad stopped and looked around, excepting to see two people standing. But he saw no one. He slowly walked to the back of the inn only to stop and stare in disbelief.
There stood the final member of the six men, the one that wore the black cloak. Like in the inn the cloak hood was down relieving the head of thick black hair that was styled to cover a certain side of the male's face. Marcus noticed the eye patch in the Inn, when he served them their food.
The male had his hand out in front of him and in his hand was what made Marcus stare. A small ball of brightly glowing light was floating in the males hand. There was a second voice, Marcus could hear it but didn't understand it. It was English but it seemed almost foreign and distorted.
"I understand and I will finish the contract. May the Lord Light guide me."
With that the glowing ball fell into the male's hand. The ball was dull, the light leaving it plain and white. The next thing the male did made Marcus' stomach turn. Instead of shoving it into his pocket or disposing of the ball. The strange black haired male lifted his head back and swallowed the ball.
Sighing the male turned to see Marcus. He looked startled not knowing Marcus was there. But nevertheless the male was on Marcus before he could do anything. Before blacking out all Marcus could see was a faint glow of a purplish black.