A Bastard's Creed

Prologue

The sun beat down mercilessly on the Boneway as the traveller made the journey across the last few miles with the deliberation of somebody who was aware that He was possibly marching to His death. All it had taken was an execution; well an execution and a kidnapping which caused it and soon the words came true as they always did,

"Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted."

A dynasty three centuries old, which had survived Rebellions, invasions, Civil wars and calamities wiped out in less than a year by armies led by an Old Man, a feeble lord, a Second Son and an Oaf. That's permanence for you. He had heard about the Sack of the Capital just before He left and a part of Him knew that if He did die, it would be a compensation that He would not know what they did to the Children.

"Stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent"

The voice reminded Him and He could not help but imagine that this was a kill He would enjoy, to sink His blade into the Lion lord's heart and to reveal to Him in His dying moments that all His power could not keep him alive, that it was nothing more than an illusion, easily dispersed as the sun cuts through the morning mist. He knew that people in His line of work were not supposed to find any joy in their actions, but if one of the greatest mentors could admit to such desires so could He, to an extent. The name would be listed but for now, to business.

He shook His head slightly to get rid of the thoughts swarming around His head like flies around a corpse and tightened the hold on His reins. There was work to do.

This is a sample of an incomplete prologue. Depending on reviews and personal preference, I will publish the full story