THE COLONIAL MARINE FILES
GOTHIC: PROLOGUE- "The Iron Visitor"
.o.o.o.
Mathew watched the night sky silently, looking up at the stars. Then, something caught his eye- A strange ball of fire show across the blackness of night, a small piece of it breaking loose and descending.
"Father, there was something out there!" He exclaimed.
Lord Gordon looked up from his seat at the table where he played chess with his daughter Emily. "What is it boy?" He asked gruffly.
Mathew, who was dressed in a black coat and while mutton shirt with matching breaches, looked over at him. "Something passed across the night sky, it looked like a fireball- and it was very close by."
"I knew that I felt something evil tonight." He blurted back out, resting his chin on his hand.
Emily looked up at him. She was dressed in a thick black lace dress with white ruffles lining the fringes. "Father, what do you mean?" She asked calmly.
Mathew smiled suddenly, looking over at his father- who was dressed in a similar outfit to his, though his hair and beard were longer. "He's just saying that to draw attention away from the fact that he's going to loose."
"Nonsense, boy." He replied with a wave of his hand. "I have sense for these kinds of things."
"It must have been a shooting star, that is all that it was." Mathew replied, picking up his musket and wiping down the barrel.
"I feel weary; I think that I shall go to my study now." He muttered and left.
The old butler, dressed in gray, entered the room and began retrieving the cups. "Master Mathew, is there anything I can get you for tonight."
"No Rutherford, I'm going to go to bed soon as well."
"Very good then, sir." He replied and walked away, shuffling out of the dining room and through the doors.
Mathew then turned to Emily. "What do you think is happening?"
.o.o.o.
Rutherford turned the corner of the stone wall and looked down the staircase; something caught his eye as he looked down. A figure was lurking around, covered in a dark cloak.
He dropped his tray and screamed, a beam of light fired on him and knocked him down.
Mathew ran out into the halls and looked down the stairs, he fire his musket at the figure and ducked as a beam of light fired over his head, charring the nearby wall.
He ran off to find the others.
.o.o.o.
"What in the blazes is going on here!" Lord Gordon exclaimed as Mathew slipped through the doors of the large study and faced him.
"Something is inside the manor." He replied.
"Where is Rutherford?" He demanded.
"Killed, by a weapon the likes of which I've never seen before!" He answered frantically.
The two of them turned when the heard something begin to pull the doors open. "Get back!" Gordon exclaimed and aimed both muskets at he intruder.
Two rounds fired off noisily, and the covered attacker fell forward onto the ground.
"Quickly, we must find Emily!" Mathew exclaimed and he and his father left the room.
.o.o.o.
Emily set her candle down as something pounded on the large doors of the dining hall. She whipped around when her father and brother burst into the room.
"Father, Mathew, what is going on?" She asked frantically. "I heard such terrible noises!"
"We are under attack- I slew one of them!" Her father exclaimed as he opened the large cabinet on one side of the room. He took out a large flint-lock rifle and handed it to Mathew and then grabbed one in each hand.
A strange hand punched through the door as the wood groaned against the attacks.
"All our lives are in danger." He went on, handing one to Emily.
The three of them lined up beside one another and held up the rifles. They pulled back the hammers on them.
Just then, the doors flew open and towering figure covered in metal stood before them.
"What is it father?" Emily asked.
"This one wears armor!" Mathew exclaimed.
The three of them held up their weapons and fired on it.
.o.o.o.
Stay Tuned. . .