:This story follows the normal story to a point, the point of when my chracters will interfere and completely change the story over time:
But bare with me people this is my first attempt at an Inheritance Cycle story, but if you feel that this story is a waster of your time, then go ahead and leave.
Chapter 1: Leviathan Infantry Setting:Small village in the Hardarac Desert
A lone figure walked through the stern and silent streets of the small desert village, the wind ever so breathing in the air, rustling small unnoticeable attachments upon the houses. The lone figure only accompinied by his shadow that was alit by the high moon light. The figure strided and came to a sudden halt when it came across a dim-lit window, light could be seen through the tiny cracks of the curtains.
Then a loud shriek was heard coming from within, sounds of a shuffle in the small house could be heard, along with the sharp shrill of fear. These sounds were soon followed by a loud crash of a vase, for a few pieces had managed to shatter the glass upon the outside window. With a child's scream and a mans heavy voice was the now void silence heard, for within lied a dead woman,
whose throat had been slit and pieces of the smashed vase throughout the room and in the womans hair.
Then a loud fumble and a crash was heard when the sharp sound of a sword had been drawn. The front door was now simply crashing to the ground as a man was thrown out and agianst the door. A large humanoid figure now stood stepping ever so lightly to the heavily breathing man. "Please..{Cough}...Please dont hurt my children!" The man cried out, while blood spluttred from his mouth. The figure only Snarled at him before picking up the sword that had once been drawn to deffend agianst the wielder, it looked down at the dying man and muttred an incomprhenseable phrase before plunging the sword into the man's stomache.
Another door was heard opening, along with the sound of fast approaching footsteps, accompanined with metal clanging.
This did not detur the large figure for it simply looked at the other figure that now stood before it, this figure stood low to the ground, a child no less. The breatheing of the small child increased heavily as the larger creature aproached him. An evil smile creaped across the creatures face as it brought up the sword, the metal reflecting the moon light, along with the now aproaching light from torches. It then thrust the sword forward towards the small childs chest while the child screamed in fear.
Just as the sword had plunged into the childs' heart a large gasp was let loose as a teenager now rose from his bed clutching his heart, while breathing heavily for air.
This man now sat atop of a cold rusted steel bunkbed, upon a lazzily put together mattress, he slowed his breathing enough to look at his soroundings and looked to where his hand was clutching. Just then a voice coming from below him made him fidget slightly and winced as the voice turned to a yell at the end. "You allright up there CAPTAIN?" The man atop of the higher bunkbed had brown hair, blue eyes and pale skin color, who also wore a light black shirt and blue jeans (YES I KNOW JEANS ARE NOT INVENTED YET)
"Yeah I am just fine Darvoanin thanks for your concern Private" The man spoke with sarcasam and put emphasis on the last word as he spoke with a low voice. "Well if that is so then that racket that woke me up must be you doing somthing else if you know what I mean, however doing that alone is wierd sir" He spoke with equal sarcasn while the man with gray hair and brown eyes with similar close sat up. "First off thats Captian Sir, secondly you have a messed up imagination Darvoanin, and thirdly shut the hell up!"
He finished while climbing down the loose ladder of the bunkbed, and jumping down from the last three steps onto the hard stone floor. He then turned around to face the Darvoanin and punched him in his side, next he turned back around and looked at the rest of the room. The room was not the best looking room, it was mostly discolored stone,
steel bared windows along with a fountain with murky water in the far right corner. The second man got up grudgingly and walked over to the fountain and when he looked he had a disgusted look upon his face. "Hey Captian Sir want some nice looking water?"
He said while backing up and grabing his own bag that layed upon the old rotted wooden table, he opened the bag and grabbed his coat. "Yeah I'll pass, the keepers said they use this place for prisioner storage before we were stationed here." He spoke as he to went to his bag and grabbed his black coat with silver buttons, and finishes all around the coat. "Well this is...something" He said while looking it over. "Yeah well at least you got a good color, I just have copper" Darvoanin spoke while pointing to the bronxe buttons.
"Ha! Thats because you are a lower rank than I, now hurry up we have to wake the others." The captian said while he walked out the open steel door and picked up his silver sword, with blue and silver hilt and handle.
"Now this is a nice sword, I wonder how much noise I can make?" The captian said with sarcasm in his voice while he walked over to the nearest cell door and swung as hard as he could, and then scrapped it across the rusty doors, all the while making a terrible screeching noise, along with the bumps when the sword hit gaps in the bars.
"RISE AND SHINE INFANTRY"
He shouted, and came to a halt, at that moment loud, and lots of movement could be heard throughout the three other rooms. "Wow I think you made me not able to hear sir." A man with brown hair, green eyes walked out while slinging his coat over his shoulder, and picking up his bow and arrows. "That would be an improvement Karnath" Quipped a nearly identical man that came out of the same cell and picked up a bow aswell. "Oh shut it Thanrak" "Hey take it easy little bro, just messing with you." The rest of the men came out, in groups of two from the reamining two cells.
"Right well I think I slept good, how about you sweet heart?" A man with black hair, green eyes, and pale skin, along with a black beard looked over to a now aproaching woman. "You know maybe I would if I didnt have to worry wether or not you would live through the night, I really didnt feel like getting my sword unless I had to." The woman with blonde hair, brown eyes and slightly tan skin , spoke in a serious tone. This also caused a laugh to stir in the twins, while the man she just spoke to looked offended. "Rightttt. You know you want me." He said while winking at her. "Hey asshole dont talk to Ashelia like that!"
Spoke a new voice, that sounded older and more expierneced. This man had gray hair, blue grayish eyes, and a gray beard with pale skin. "Oh sorry gramps didnt mean to offend her." He said in a deffensive tone, while the final person stepped out with his stuff.
"Hey Broadin why dont you go back to sleep, at least then you are a better person." The man with brown hair, blue eyes and a brown mustache spoke while stepping forward.
"Well why dont you Ethanian go fu-" He was cut off when the captian spoke up.
"Great now that you are all here lets begin the debrief, so first off the Empire has tasked us with the job of getting to Belatona before the Varden has a chance to attack, and we are to meet a caster at the graveyard in the second town square.
Any questions?" "Yeah why doesnt the caster just do the job for us?" Darvoanin spoke up while he tapped his foot along the wall. "Because we will be bringing the objective to Ura,Baen, and the caster will stay to help prepare the troops." "If I may also ask, why are we trusted, we havent sworn an oath to the king?"
"Good question, it is one that I myself am wondering".
Ohh yeah I forgot to mention, this infantry has not sworn any oaths, for multiple reasons. One you will find out by chapter 3. Also please tell me what you think of the character introduction? Like I said I am new to writing for this story.
Anyways this is Saphire Knight Signing off