A/n: So I decided to try something different thistime... Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 1

I suppose I had better start at the beginning.

The name's Lorcan and it all began, I guess, when I finally packed up and decided to join my brother Draynor. There wasn't much left for me in my village after the eldest of my two siblings, Calen, was killed fighting two Mercian knights a few months back. After that, Draynor had fallen into the wrong crowd – making a living thieving in the forest of Ascetir. A couple of months of loneliness and lack of work was all it took for me to leave my old life and join him.

And so I became a bandit.

It's highly frowned upon in all kingdoms but when you're desperate and have no other way of getting your daily bread; a man's got to do what a man's got to do. It was just my luck that the first time I ever tried to help in an attack; things just had to go wrong.

The plan was to just steal what you could from whoever next went by, so long as it wasn't a patrol or people who were armed. We were fewer in numbers than we should have apparently been, Rockwood – our leader, told me. They'd split up from the usual number of around 20 to only 12 while we made camp near a village so the rest could get supplies.

I'd always been pretty nifty with a sword but I was still worried about how things could go wrong. No one cares about bandits. Sure, we were feared, but you get slaughtered if you accidently pick on somebody you underestimated. A simple slash of the sword here and – BAM. Bye, bye life. No one even takes a second glance.

As I said, this was my first time ever actually doing anything so of course I was nervous. Terrified you could say. Being an outlaw was never my ideal career choice, if anything I would have maybe liked to become a physician so I never thought that I would ever take anybody's life before and I was determined to remain not a murderer despite my current occupation. But it's a cut throat world out there.

So the plan was just to steal. It was all worked out – me and a few of the others would attack the left side and Rockwood would lead the main attacking force on the right along with Draynor. We'd grab as much as we could and scarper.

He looked harmless enough at first. A lookout had spotted him – just a lone rider without a crest heading right through our territory. I clutched my sword ever closer to my body, breathing shallow and quick. I could feel my heart pumping far too fast in my chest as I desperately but futilely tried to calm myself down. As I looked around, the hardened mercenaries of whom I was surrounded by barely batted an eyelid. Suddenly I felt rather inexperienced.

Soon enough, the faint patter of hooves on fallen leaves could be heard nearby, coming ever closer each second. Not long after, I could see our chosen victim – he was tall and lanky with messy black hair and protruding cheekbones and sported a rather tatty red neck scarf. He was merrily trotting by, humming quietly to himself, unaware of our presence until it would be too late. I spied his main bag on the side of his dark brown mare – it was small and would be easy enough to just grab without much hassle. There wouldn't be much we could get off him as he definitely was no noble but if he could afford a horse, the chances are there'd be something.

We waited patiently for the signal from Rockwood as the oblivious male gradually drew closer. A shout of "Aaaahh!" and the charging forward of the rest of the group was enough of a signal for us and we began our attack.

Boy, were we surprised - I mean, how were we meant to know that he was a sorcerer?

A/n: What did you think? Next chapter up soon where the plot will hopefully become interesting

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