Prologue
"Run boy! Do you want the bandits to blooming get you!" roared a hulking man, with glowing blue lines shining upon his skin, his teeth gritted in exertion as he continued to keep up the barrier of flames keeping a group of bandits out of the small cavern they were in.
The muffled shouts of bandits could be heard as beads of sweat appeared on the man's forehead. The glowing blue lines witch pulsed throughout his skin peaked then went almost grey for a few seconds. The man collapsed to one knee, but quickly arose again, the blue lines already starting to glow once more. In one of his hands he had started to weave another spell, this one of a different nature than the last.
A boy, barely ten years of age, scuttled away, peeking though a stack of boxes, as the flames receded and the man unsheathed a sword which hung at his side. The bandits came in and encircled the man, crossbows and cleavers raised menacingly. The man seemingly threw the spell he weaved at the bandit leader, who flew backwards hitting his head against the wall with a sharp crack, before ducking as a bandit shot the man in the back, trying to catch the man off guard. The man raised up his hand and the bandits were impaled by mystical blades. The that parried the blow of the only bandit lucky enough for the blades to have missed him. Walking up to the bandit leader, the man crouched down, a smile playing on his lips. Slapping the bandit leader, stirring him from his slumber, he put his blade to the neck of the bandit leader.
"Wha- what are you" mumbled the bandit leader, delirious from hitting his head on the wall, skin turning grey with fear.
"A hero" replied the man before shoving his blade forward…
Authors Notes:
Now I know this is short, but this is to set the scene. The events of this chapter actually happen at the end of book one and will be done in more detail.