A Hero's Desires
Chapter 1: Surprise
Sparrow limped down the cliff-side stairs, blood dripping from her wounds. Freeing people from bandits in Wraithmarsh did not prove to be easy. Slaying the bandits was a simple task, however, fleeing Wraithmarsh proved to be a more difficult challenge. The Banshee's and their dark minions inflicted much damage on Sparrow. The Banshee's cold, somber words made Sparrow regret much and the dark minion's weapons caused much pain to her body. But the demons were no more and Sparrow had survived.
Digging through her bag, she managed to find a healing potion. She thought that she had used all of her healing potions to mend her other wounds. Holding the potion, Sparrow brought the jar to her lips. The warm liquid touched her tongue and raced down her throat, healing her injuries. Soon the bleeding stopped and where the wound was, only a minor pain lingered. Sparrow sighed with relief.
"Well, maybe some beer will take away the pain," thought Sparrow.
Closing her bag, she made her way to the Bloodstone tavern. "Come one boy." She called to her faithful dog. Her white dog trotted along her legs, content.
Bloodstone was a lawless town, populated by thieves, pirates and prostitutes. Brawls were common in the streets, as well as theft.
Sparrow made her way to the tavern, not stopping for anything. She did not want to get caught up in a fight only to lose a limb. Upon entering the tavern, a brawl was already in progress. Two men brandishing cutlasses charged at a man who wielded a pistol. Sparrow looked at the pistol very carefully.
The pistol was designed as a master clockwork pistol, much like her own. But the body of the pistol was brown with gold lining. Climbing up the grip of the pistol was what looked like a gold dragon. Sparrow's eyes widened. Only one pistol she had seen looked exactly like the most rare pistol. It was a Dragonstomper .48. But she knew only one person who possessed such a powerful weapon. She tried to get a better view of the user but before she could recognize their face, a large crowd began to form around the entrance. Sparrow was pushed out of the tavern, and onto the street. Her dog walked over to Sparrow, confused.
People swarmed outside the doors, hoping to see some action. Sparrow and her dog left the tavern, puzzled. She wanted to know if the wielder was "him". While waking away, she began to think of ways to answer her question. She continued to think until she was in front of the furniture store.
Sparrow's dog began to bark at the store, excited like he knew something. Sparrow turned around, smiling at her dog.
"Yes it is a furniture store. You are a very smart dog, aren't you, Wolf?" She praised him. Wolf barked, still trying to tell her something.
Sparrow looked at her dog confused. What did a furniture store have to do with anything? Then, it hit her.
"Of course! If the wielder is who I think he is, then…he must own the mansion!" Sparrow thought out loud. "Come on Wolf!" She called for her canine. Wolf barked with happiness and they both ran to the mansion.
Bloodstone Mansion looked just as it did the last time Sparrow's eyes looked upon the mansion. There was, however, one difference: the "For Sale" sign was no longer up. Well actually it was but it had bullet entries in it. However it did show that someone owned the mansion.
Sparrow and Wolf stood there, their eye's fixed on the mansion.
"It is truly a wonder." Sparrow said dreamily.
"I know. It's a wonder and I own it," a too familiar voice said in a cocky manner.
Sparrow turned and as she gazed upon a familiar man, smiled.