A Bolt in a Back
The gates of the hero's guild creaked open with a loud squeak. "Young Sparrow. Why have you come to see me?"
"Don't use that name! It haunts me. That was she used to say to me." Grunted Lionheart.
"I'm sorry for the death of your sister but that has come and been. Now leave it behind you." Said Theresa. Lionheart said nothing but stared at the ground. He looked so empty and disgusted at Lucien's actions. She was so vulnerable. It was like swatting a fly to him. That was behind him though.
"I have come to you to tell you about what I have done and ask you how to fix it. I handed him a parcel. An amulet was in the parcel. It had strange markings over and it was shaped like a heart." Claimed Lionheart.
"I recognise the description. The amulet is the heart of the founder of the shadow but turned to stone. It has the power over life and death of anybody." Explained Theresa "Lionheart, apart from your sister who else was alive?" Asked Theresa
"Well my cousin was alive. Stupid piss head. He was a complete and utter ass hole." Said Lionheart.
"I do not wish to listen to your opinion I was just asking." Theresa said softly. She looked down at the ground and pondered for a couple of seconds and eventually looked up.
"There is a group of warriors who have quarrelled with the shadows for years. They may help you." Said Theresa.
"Oh don't tell me it's those stupid warrior monks up north. They're so boring it makes me want to die" replied Lionheart
"Well then you have something in common but it is not them whom you seek. It is a group called the millennium. You will find them probably in Oakfield." Commented Theresa.
"Ha very funny. Anyway I should be off. Hope this adventure is at least worth while" remarked Lionheart.
"Enough now go forth and save the world yet again!" Exclaimed Theresa. Lionheart looked her straight in her green eyes and wondered. Was she ever related to a hero? But what did matter was he saved the world and didn't find out Theresa past. A light shone and the gate opened. He walked over to it looking down at the floor that many heroes had trodden on in the past. As he reached the gate he removed his hood and spoke a few words. "Thank you for the information I'll be back sooner or later. But for now bye." Said Lionheart. He put the hood back over his head and went from looking average to looking like death himself. He faded away and with him went the feeling of unhappiness and loneliness. It followed him where ever he went.
He appeared on a hill overlooking Bower Lake. He remembered the day he received the news of his wife's death. He believed that all though he finished off with one fatal blow he still felt like he had lost. His life would have been better if he hadn't chosen sacrifice but then the citizens of Albion would have a tragic life. He over looked the lake and saw the beautiful water layered with the reflection of the blue sky. He almost felt taunted by the fact the world was such a happy place but to him all he saw was a world of pain. He looked out to see a body floating in the river. A crossbow bolt in his back. Blood oozed out from his back and slowly turned the water around him red. Without question Lionheart immediately he was diving off into the water. He was so eager to find out what was going on he had swum there within a second. He came up panting for breath next to the body. "What the hell is this?" Inquired Lionheart. He found a note tied to the bolt.
To Lionheart
If you are reading this you've probably found a body floating in the river. You have a year and a half before the stone is ready (Assuming you know what it is.) And you'll never find the millennium for help because their hide out is hidden near the temple light. In a cave. Hidden somewhere below the waterfall. Oh crap. I just told you. No body else knows but me, you and a couple of low level grunts that have the memory of a goldfish.
Yours faithfully, the twat who tried to kill you.
P.S The low level grunts aren't my friends I just sit next to them on poker night.
PP.S Poker nights have been moved from Friday to Saturday. And no, no refunds if you have booked for Friday.
"They become more stupid as you go on." Murmured Lionheart.
Lionheart climbed out of the river soaking wet with the body in arm. He investigated but had no idea of who it was. He searched him until he found some papers. They read the words Mathew Worth. Server to the millennium. Lionheart thought to himself; "That man who attempted to kill me was the real deal but this letter is a complete joke." Lionheart remembered someone when he was young who would muck with letters at one time but be serious the next .But the person never formed a proper image in his mind. But instead worrying about that he decided to take the journey to Oakfield instead of wondering about pointless things. He trod down the dusty footpath kicking up dust. It shrouded round him like mystery shrouded around him. The mystery behind him though was an enormous mystery. He walked on until he was out of sight.