So unexpected
A cold night, a calm night. A leaf blows in the wind as it goes through the world. It cares not for what is around, only that it is getting a free ride. The people of the land are sleeping on peaceful night.
Well, not all. A group of five move swiftly through the night, disturbing the leaf as they passed it, causing its journey to end. These five men are well armed, lightly armored, and though on horses, are silent as the night around them.
They have a mission to complete and they aim complete it.
Their path is long, but they care not, their target is coming up quickly, they must be ready.
Soon they crest a hill and see their target location, the heavily defended fortress that is Tarnish Cassel, the home of the man they have come to kill.
The five stopped at the top of the hill, and proceed no further.
For in front of them they find an army of naked women all standing in seductive poses…
*WHAT THE HELL! I did not write that into your script narrator!*
*What? I thought it make the story a bit more interesting. I mean come on, this is some boring stuff you're having me read here.*
*I could care less. I hired you to read my damn script, so f****n READ IT!*
^sigh^*Alright…so where was I…Oh…yea….*
The five stopped at the top of the hill, and proceeded no further. They could see the fortress with clarity from there. And they knew they would no longer be able to precede on their horses, all further progress would need to be made on foot if they wished to remain silent and undetected.
They secured their horses back before the crest out of sight of the road, and proceeded towards the fortress before them.
As the five proceed to move through bush so that they may find a way into fortress undetected. They knew there were only a few options, over or under. That was it, and each had its dangers. But those where the options they had, and they would go with.
So they proceeded to move forward.
Until the one in the middle of the group tripped over a hidden door in the ground.
The four others instantly stopped and looked at what they never knew was there before.
The one who tripped, had to flip onto his back to look at it. He then looked at the other five before shrugging, and decided to open it, just to see what it was.
What they found was a smuggler's entrance into the fortress…
*Really…Are you that determined to deviate from the script?*
rubs the back of his head *Well to be honest I thought the given options you had were a bit cliché. I mean sure they could go over all Prince of Persia stile, but doing that seemed a bit…overly difficult. And then going through the sewage…wouldn't they stink up the place and negate stealth?*
*Hm…you got a point, this time. I'll modify the script real quick and let you go with it. But be warned, I'm keeping a close eye on you.*
The smuggler's tunnel was long and dark. None of the five dared to say a word for fear that the sound would travel and draw attention at the location the tunnel let out. They dare not start a fire on one of the many torches they passed. They relied on the sense of touch and smell to tell them what was in front of them. And on their sense of hearing to tell them how much further away there from the exit.
After a great amount of time in the dark the one in front felt the end of tunnel, he tapped it softly, the sound traveled back through the tunnel causing the other four to freeze. But from that tap the man in front could tell it was solid, and no sound would go either way.
He brazed himself up against the end of the tunnel and worked to move the door that should be there. With but half a push, it revealed itself, silent and by barely an inch. But it was enough to fill their tunnel with light, and for the man in front to look out and see their surroundings.
He saw no one, and thus pushed the entrance open wider, still seeing no one. He opened it all the way and exited, on the alert for any one that may come through, observing where they were.
It was one of the fortress's dungeons store houses, the only light came from a single lap in the center. And there was not a soul in sight. This was perfect for them, so the five quickly exited the smuggler's tunnel and sealed the passage up behind them, mentally mapping the location so that they knew how to get back to it for an exit.
With their entrance secured the five returned to their mission, and with barely a shift in the accumulated dust they exited the dungeon and proceeded deeper into the fortress.
They had a long road ahead of them, one they had to go through with not a soul knowing they were there, or even suspecting there were there. The guards were on patrol, and watching for even a whisper of a chance that something was not as it should be. But they caught nothing, the five were experts in stealth and they were past the outskirts of the fortress and soon at the castle at its center and through one of the side entrances before even the creatures of the night could register they were there.
Their target would be in would be in his chambers, sleeping. Or so was the hope.
The found the Lord of the Castle's Chamber's unguarded, and thus stacked up ready to break into the room, kill the lord quickly, and then leave. When all were in position, one with Sword and shield on the right, one with a longsword on the left, two with daggers draw, one on each side watching their backs, and one with a crossbow drawn and a true bow ready on his back, they made their move.
The one with the cross bow kicked the door open and took aim. Only the freeze at the sight before him.
The Lord awake, standing on his bed, having a pillow fight with his wife, and a concubine.
blink…blink *Ok, I want to point out that the last line was in the Script.*
*What, I needed something to throw these guys off their game.*
*um….okay I'm just going to keep reading…*
All there was frozen for but a moment, and then movement was quick. And it was not from one of the five, no it was from the concubine. She pulled out a dagger from somewhere in her night close and jumped at the one with the cross bow.
He reacted on instinct and pulled the trigger killing concubine before she hit the floor.
But in that moment of death, The lord had escaped out another door with his wife calling his guards to arm.
The five intruders looked at each other for a second, and as the alarm bells started to ring they gave chase to half-dressed Lord and his wife, still hoping to at least complete their mission.
With the alarm raised, their path began to fill with guards of all shapes and forms. They were forced to cut their way through them all, with quick movements, well placed strikes, or just shear brute force.
In the end they cornered the Lord in his Throne room.
Well it would be more accurate to say they found him in the throne room after they had go up a floor to avoid a rather nasty group of guards and get into the room that let them get into the rafters of said throne room by a rather happy accidental turn with the Lords guards securing the outside and conducting a massive man hunt.
Even still now in the throne room all they expected was the Lord and his wife, instead what they found was the Lord and an unknown man.
What they did not know, nor expect the man their target currently had there, and was speaking too. In a rather hurried format.
They cared little, and aimed to kill the Lord of the castle, as was their mission. And now they had a better chance than before.
And so, poised in the rafters as they were, the one with a longsword ready to block the door, the two with daggers ready to act quick, the one with a sword and shield ready to fight in the thick of it, and the one with a crossbow, and a true bow ready on his back, ready to strike from the hidden places, as well as make up for his slight screw up.
The five watched and waited for the time to move, the one with crossbow aimed at their target. They watched as the Lord and the man argued, they knew not what, they just waited for the man or the lord to make the right move.
Too bad it was not the move they were expecting.
It happened quickly, the man threw his right arm out, magic arching through the air, a Wizard's staff forming in the same hand.
The Magic causing the five to tense, and in doing so cause the over sensitive trigger on the crossbow to act and fire the bolt.
The bolt flew straight and true, aimed for the heart of the Lord. But the staff finished forming, with its powerful gem standing in the way of the bolt and its target. Even with the new obstacle the bolt would not be stopped, it struck the gem, and continued through shattering it, before it embedded itself into the heart of its target, killing him.
The wizard and the five could but blink at the outcome before the raw magic that the gem contained exploded.
If you were to ever ask any who was alive that day, they would say they felt like they were being squeezed in all directions, but also being pulled, falling down yet jumping, seeing all in the universe, yet seeing nothing, hearing the roar of the world but being deaf.
When calm came again, the five were no longer standing in the rafters of the throne room. They found themselves standing on a cliff overlooking a great forest. And in the distance, a purple and black dragon was flying and enjoying a day in the sun.
The five stood there with confusion on their faces.
And for the first time that night one of the five spoke, the same one that tripped on the hidden door, the same one that led the way into the tunnel, the same one that held the cross bow. He spoke and aptly put what humans the world over were now the thinking and or saying.
"What the…What in the Name of the Divine Just happened?"
*WHAT THE HELL!? I go away for ONE FICKEN MINUTE and I find the entire ending of this changed! This was not supposed to be a fanfic! Hell this wasn't supposed to go past a One-shot!*
*Well guess what, tough. I agreed to narrate this, and I am not stopping at a One-shot. And besides, you've been trying to get back into Legend of Spyro Fanfiction, now I just forced you.*
^growls^*That you did. Now I have to come up with an entire story where before there was none. Thank you so friken much!*
gives a mock salute*Happy to help!*
Hand starts to twitch towards a knife as he forces happy thoughts into his head of what is to come… -
AN: So yea...that happened. I'll admit this came around because I was trying to write something and the idea jumped into my head and was too incising to ignore. So I decided to go with it, even though I have no clear idea where this is going, or what the hell is happening until it happens. I'll let you know know that everything above "AN" from here out in this story will be in terms of the story, the Author-Narrator notes won't betray stuff related to back ground just be a part of the story over all...and trust me, I already am starting to have ideas to use that and mess with so many characters. The fourth wall will never be the same.
In all honesty I hope you enjoy what ever comes. So until I post again, happy reading.