Prologue

Bound by Blood

All I can hear is the clash of steal and the screams of the dying. I can see my brother telling me something, but I can't hear him, the screams are to much. He is trying so hard to tell me something. That's when I hear him. "Turn around!" I turn just in time to see a sword swinging at me. I see my life flash before my eyes. I'm ready to die here. I close my eyes waiting for the feeling of cold steel cut into my warm flesh.

CLASH!

I open my eyes to see that the sword met another. My own arm raised instinctively to stop the attacker. Almost as fast as an arrow. My sword pushes the other away and slices at my attacker. I feel the stomach and intestines getting severed by my blade. The attacker drops to the ground. He looks me strait in the eyes and nods. I finish him with a single strike. Before his head hits the ground the battle was won. I had made it through this fight.

I'm now bound to the clan. I'm bound by blood.

Hey guys. This is the prologue to my story. I would love to know if you would like to keep reading, because if you don't I'm wasting my time writing it.

Thanks, TheSageOfSixPaths