A/n. Hey everyone! Haven here for another story for you all! I know that most of the people who are keeping an eye on my stories are doing so for the other stories. But, as I have said, I'm out of ideas for those stories. Anyway, this one came to me suddenly, and I could NOT resist writing it up. This first chapter starts the story off in third person, but the story is mostly in first person. Anyway, hope you all enjoy. Keep on charging.- Haven
Flames lit up the night; large plumes of black smoke filled the night sky. The cries of the living and dying split the silence, accompanied by the sounds of clashing metal. A mighty stone city lay burning around three running figures. Crumbling stone blocks and burning wooden beams occasionally fell into their path. One of the figures was a woman in a white hooded robe, seemingly a priestess. Another was a man that wore emblazoned metal armor, and held a wicked-looking double-handed blade in his hands. The final figure was small, obviously a male child, and was shuffled between them hurriedly as they ran along. The child tripped and fell suddenly, landing hard on it's shoulder. The Woman slid to a stop and knelt by him trying to get him to stand up. The man yelled "Come on! We need to move! They should be here any moment!" The woman called back, "He can't run any farther!" The man shook his head and turned towards the way they came. After a long pause he spoke quietly, barely heard, saying, "Get yourself and the boy out of here." The woman's face paled as she looked back at him and shook her head saying, "No no! There must be another way!" The man yelled back, "There isn't any choice! Now GO!" She seemed to be about to say something but the man looked towards her and nodded, then quietly spoke, "It's the only way...get out of here, keep him safe...make it worthwhile..." she remained silent, then nodded, picking up the child and standing. The boy stretched out his hand towards the man, trying to get back to him. The man gave a final farewell salute in their direction and turned to face back down the way they had come from. Moments later a group of rough-outlined and shadowy figures filled the entry to the road, snarling and hissing. The man put a fatalistic smile on his face and moved into a warrior's stance. He suddenly roars out a challenge, so loud the entire countryside can hear it, "YOU BASTARDS WANT BLOOD?! I'LL GIVE YOU BLOOD!" And with a mighty Roar he rushes at the horde before him, and they rush to meet him with a loud roar of their own. Miles away the woman and child heard the roar and turned back just in time to see the horde surround the man. The boy reached out and started to yell, but everything faded suddenly...And the dreamer woke up.
A/n. A bit of a jarring transition I know. Sorry about that. But this felt like it needed to both be here, while at the same time I didn't know the best way to close out of it. Anyways, more chapters to come up soon! Hope you enjoyed this intro, and I hope that you will also enjoy the rest of the story. Thanks for reading, and keep on charging. -Haven