Warrior of Misthalin

Prologue

Burthorpe, Nighttime

"Elizabeth, how come you have born a child? You know we cannot pay the king's taxes! They'll take him." A man shouted.

"Vlad, we are in the middle of Burthorpe, no bandits will find us here." Elizabeth said gently, cradling the baby in her hands.

"There are poor people who have lived here, and moved out. They will tell to the royal guards!" Vlad sneered back. He was wearing a leather body, and wielding nothing but an iron dagger that was poorly made. "We shall move to Death Plateau."

"Death Plateau?" the woman gasped. "We will be hunted by Zamorak! The baby will die!"

"White Wolf Mountain then."

"You have no idea, do you? The baby will die there!" Elizabeth snarled.

Suddenly there was a harsh thump against the sturdy wooden door. Suddenly, splinters everywhere crashed into the house, and a large burly man stepped through. He was wielding a large staff, a bronze medium helmet, and an iron chainmail. Vlad suddenly backed off against another wall of his house, holding his dented iron dagger at his side. The guard took a huge piece of the wall and used it for his shield.

"The King demands his money." The guard took a step forward, facing Vlad and his staff ready to jab.

"Here," Vlad said, giving him a sack of gold. The guard grunted in satisfaction, and grabbed the sack.

"What is this?" he snarled. "This must be, a day's fortune!"

"We have no other gold, sire." Elizabeth said shakily, cradling the baby and taking a step forward. The burly man turned his head slowly, to look at the woman who he had no noticed before.

"Then the house will become the King's." he said, and began to walk out a huge hole which used to be a door.

Vlad looked shocked. "So your going to take our gold and house too? Never!"

The guard slowly turned his body and said softly, "Give up your baby then."

Elizabeth had a look of fury in her eyes. She slowly picked up a knife that wasn't at all sharp, and threw it at the guard's eyes. The guard quickly blocked it with his large staff, and Vlad threw his iron dagger. It merely bounced off his chainmail, and fell to the ground. The baby had said nothing. He just watched the blazing eyes of the guard, angry. The Royal Guard took out his runite longsword. He raised it on Vlad. Elizabeth had several tears down her face. This is it… she thought. As the light reflected on the sword, the Royal Guard slammed it down on Vlad, and he was dead.

"Give up the baby, now. Or you too, will join your husband."

Elizabeth was giving up now. All she wanted to do was live. She slowly began handing her son to the guard. Suddenly, surprising words shot from her mouth. "No, I will not give up my son!"

The guard narrowed his eyes. "So be it then," and he raised his longsword. The last thing the baby saw was blood.