I was told to write in this book. To put my feelings into words, like that will help. But like always I eventually do as he tells me to, I feel as if I owe him at lest that. So I will write and pray no one reads.

My name is Jessy Fast or at lest Jessy is what he calls me and Fast was slapped onto me after the incompetent Lord British finalized the adoption. Odd, my father can just see a Lord of that magnitude but then he of all people would, a royal, a knight, and a man of honor.

I wonder some times why he saved me why he even bothered to save an evil whelp like me. I remember that day, and I think that day is the best place to start in venting my soul, if I still have one.

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I was on the street I was only nine summers but that did not matter to them, the lich and skeletons. Thirteen was the number that took me twelve skeletons and one lich. I remember the day before I had stolen a spell book from a lower end mage; I was fascinated by the art. He cursed me as I ran from him shouting, "The damned will take you boy!"

Then here I was awoken from my troubled sleep by bony hands of a skeleton I don't know why he dragged off. By all rights I should have been dead right there and then. I was dragged to a dungeon who's name I did not know at the time all I the child knew was that the curse the mage was yelling at me was no hollow threat.

I was alone cold and crying latter that night in a cell chained to the wall. I meet three necromancers that night. One took my blood. The, next - after the third had left me I felt broken I still do to this day. I knew I was being prepared for something the necromancers told me I should be honored to be the one they 'chose' I was just plain sick. I did not think I had any chance to get away from them. I got a new friend that long night one that I keep with me every second of every day, pain.

Four letters do not do that word justice it was spiteful it was evil it was hateful it was agonizing it was pleasure a release from the boredom that had become my life. I was starting to like it, want it, crave it even. When the sadists that where my captors found out, it came to an end they took away my friend and left me with nothing.

Two weeks I endured as they prepared me. I took the time to learn as much as I could from watching them. They did not seem to be in any hurry to go about the ritual, I learned I was to be sacrificed. They where careless and openly cast there dark spells where I could observe I think all told I learned three or four dark spells I could use to combat them and flee. The reagents I would need - blood human (mine would work), bone (I could steal some from that, that was lying around me.), flesh (again mine would do), lastly tears (I have plenty to spare).

The first spell required two droops of human blood and bone dust; the spell summoned a skeleton to do ones biding.

The second spell required 1 tear droop and a scrap of human flesh; this spell summoned a zombie to do ones biding.

The third spell required 1 pint of blood, an intact (none living/ or lake there of.) skeleton, and a limb of some kind I have seen them use arms and legs; this spell summons a lich to do ones biding.

The forth and I am not so sure about this spell is only human blood; the spell shoots an angry red bolt of energy at a target.

I have not tried to use any of the spells for it was not needed at the end of the second hell filled week he came... The Order Lord.

I was never happier to see another living being then I was to see him, though I did not know him till that point, I loved him with all my hart. I know it sounds strange but I knew he would save me even if I was only a whelp and that the last four or five valiant fighters had died trying to save me I just knew he would succeed.

He was not alone he traveled with two others both knights both with matching armor and shields both wielding swords and both at there lords side. I was to later learn there names to be Pnut and Graphan knights of the Order.

Calidan handed me over to Pnut after he magically removed my bonds and told him and Graphan to get me to the tower at once. I was worried why he was not coming along and the look in his eyes scared me. It was a fare away unattached look that a man out to kill gave, it was cold, evil and spelled the end for anyone on the receiving end of his blade. It was the look of a Black Knight about to enter into combat to the death.

I felt Pnut shudder at that look and Graphan suck wind they nether dared voce protest at their lord staying behind alone. I should ask them one day why they did not protest but I am sure I don't want to know the reasons behind my father's death stare.

Within a mater of hours I found myself in a big bath to be followed by a bed, Pnut had disappeared I guess this was just 'not his thing.' But reappeared after Graphan had me in a bed he was standing at the door he was out of him armor but his sword was still at his side and his hand resting on it.

He stood guard there till his lord came back. When Calidan did come back his armor was tattered (I was spying from the doorway) and his sword covered in blood. Below is what I herd.

(Pnut) "Milord?"

(Calidan) "How is the boy?"

(Graphan) "I put him to bed after I go rid of that stench and coat of blood he was wearing."

(Calidan) "Good from the looks of the area around where they where keeping him..." there was a pause.

(Pnut) "We are all grown men I think we can handle the truth!"

(Calidan) "Ritual sacrifice; to what ends I don't know."

(Graphan and Pnut) "Damn..."

(Graphan) "What are you going to do with the boy? We can't just throw him out."

(Pnut) "And why not?"

(Calidan) "I am going to keep him."

(Pnut) "What!"

(Graphan) "Good for you!"

(Pnut) "But you are about to get married you can't have a kid! What will Serena say? Or think!"

(Calidan) "I will worry about that when the time comes. Right now I think a little sleep is in order, after I look in on him."

I rushed off to the bed and got in it before he finished his sentence.

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My life as a Fast started there but that is by no means the end. I will write more later but as my father said 'Right now I think a little sleep is in order.'

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