PROLOGUE::
Flik gave on fleeting look back at his long time companion Viktor as he raced down a hall in the imperial castle with his leader Tir McDohl. At a last glance Viktor was surrounded by four imperial soldiers fighting them off as best he could. Flik had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wasn't going to make it out of this place in one piece.
Tir raced out in front of him getting a bit ahead. He must have been slowing down while he was in his thoughts....
"Young Master please be careful!" He shouted out after his young leader. The castle gave a jerk. It was falling apart.
"Flik we have to hurry, Viktor can only hold those soldiers off for so long!" Tir said stopping and turning to face Flik.
He quickly caught up with the Young Master and stood for a moment looking around. This was the first time he had ever been in the imperial castle and he wasn't sure which way to go.
Tir was doubled over beside him breathing heavy. He looked up at Flik, there was fear in his eyes there was no mistake of that. And who could blame him? He had been landed with the job of leading an army to fight against all that he was born to follow. Including his father. Besides the fact that he just helped to murder an emperor that at one time was a great man.
It was enough to make anyone scared. Flik himself shuddered at the thought. The castle was rocking back and forth, and pieces of the walls were crumbling down all around them.
He watched Tir rise to his feet. Something moved in the area behind Tir. Flik tilted his head to get a better look. Tir looked at him in confusion, as his eyes widened in fear.
Beyond Tir half hidden in the dark was an imperial solder with a raised bow pointed right at him. Flik threw Tir to the ground as the arrow sang threw the air.
"Look ou- ughh!" Flik looked down at the arrow in his chest. Blood trickled down his leather chest armor. White hot pain seared through him as Tir looked up in horror from the floor.
"Flik? Are you okay? What happened?" Tir rose to his feet
"What happened? I was shot! Tir you have to stay alive! Run! I'll hold them off. You - Arrgg!" Flik took a deep breath to try and ignore the pain jolting through his lower chest. "You have to run Young Master. They're coming! GO!" Somewhere in the back of his mind Flik felt the pain as he pushed Tir toward the stairs.
"Be careful!" He yelled as he ran down them.
Flik looked up at the soldiers coming at him. Without having time to remove the arrow he fought them off, the pain growing more and more with each move he made. He knew he needed to buy Tir enough time to escape.
The castle was literally falling apart. If he didn't end this soon he would be buried alive. Flik turned to one of the imperials and thrust his sword through the gap in his helmet. The man gave a twitch and fell to the ground in a heap. He pulled out his sword and dodged a swing from the other soldier. He spun around and caught the knight in the chest knocking him to the floor. Flik slammed him sword through the mans heart and nearly collapsed from the pain in his chest.
He looked down at the arrow again. It was no longer straight out but now at an angle. Might explain for some of the pain. He wrapped his gloved fingers around the wood and pulled. With a muffled groan he yanked the arrow out and dropped it to the floor.
He put his hand to hit chest and felt the dented hole in his armor. His fingers were dripping with blood as he heard rapid footsteps coming down the stairs behind him. He knew one of two things. 1: it was at least one of the highland soldiers that was attacking Viktor. or 2: it was Viktor.
Thinking this through he decided that the first was more likely the case. He raised his sword and stood ready to attack.
Flik gave on fleeting look back at his long time companion Viktor as he raced down a hall in the imperial castle with his leader Tir McDohl. At a last glance Viktor was surrounded by four imperial soldiers fighting them off as best he could. Flik had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wasn't going to make it out of this place in one piece.
Tir raced out in front of him getting a bit ahead. He must have been slowing down while he was in his thoughts....
"Young Master please be careful!" He shouted out after his young leader. The castle gave a jerk. It was falling apart.
"Flik we have to hurry, Viktor can only hold those soldiers off for so long!" Tir said stopping and turning to face Flik.
He quickly caught up with the Young Master and stood for a moment looking around. This was the first time he had ever been in the imperial castle and he wasn't sure which way to go.
Tir was doubled over beside him breathing heavy. He looked up at Flik, there was fear in his eyes there was no mistake of that. And who could blame him? He had been landed with the job of leading an army to fight against all that he was born to follow. Including his father. Besides the fact that he just helped to murder an emperor that at one time was a great man.
It was enough to make anyone scared. Flik himself shuddered at the thought. The castle was rocking back and forth, and pieces of the walls were crumbling down all around them.
He watched Tir rise to his feet. Something moved in the area behind Tir. Flik tilted his head to get a better look. Tir looked at him in confusion, as his eyes widened in fear.
Beyond Tir half hidden in the dark was an imperial solder with a raised bow pointed right at him. Flik threw Tir to the ground as the arrow sang threw the air.
"Look ou- ughh!" Flik looked down at the arrow in his chest. Blood trickled down his leather chest armor. White hot pain seared through him as Tir looked up in horror from the floor.
"Flik? Are you okay? What happened?" Tir rose to his feet
"What happened? I was shot! Tir you have to stay alive! Run! I'll hold them off. You - Arrgg!" Flik took a deep breath to try and ignore the pain jolting through his lower chest. "You have to run Young Master. They're coming! GO!" Somewhere in the back of his mind Flik felt the pain as he pushed Tir toward the stairs.
"Be careful!" He yelled as he ran down them.
Flik looked up at the soldiers coming at him. Without having time to remove the arrow he fought them off, the pain growing more and more with each move he made. He knew he needed to buy Tir enough time to escape.
The castle was literally falling apart. If he didn't end this soon he would be buried alive. Flik turned to one of the imperials and thrust his sword through the gap in his helmet. The man gave a twitch and fell to the ground in a heap. He pulled out his sword and dodged a swing from the other soldier. He spun around and caught the knight in the chest knocking him to the floor. Flik slammed him sword through the mans heart and nearly collapsed from the pain in his chest.
He looked down at the arrow again. It was no longer straight out but now at an angle. Might explain for some of the pain. He wrapped his gloved fingers around the wood and pulled. With a muffled groan he yanked the arrow out and dropped it to the floor.
He put his hand to hit chest and felt the dented hole in his armor. His fingers were dripping with blood as he heard rapid footsteps coming down the stairs behind him. He knew one of two things. 1: it was at least one of the highland soldiers that was attacking Viktor. or 2: it was Viktor.
Thinking this through he decided that the first was more likely the case. He raised his sword and stood ready to attack.
