A legend unfolds
Once there was a village that had been attacked by warriors controlled by the dark sorcerer . After the battlefields had cleared only one warrior remained standing. He was Kevyn of Glendon. Kevyn was a knight protecting a rich family passing through town. Their coach had been ambushed and attacked by the same rogues that besieged the village. The noble family had been slaughtered before Kevyn could even draw his sword. The death of his charges so angered him that his normaly calm nature erupted into a violent rage and Kevyn quickly killed the attacking rogues. As twilight desended on the battle scarred town the few survivers mostly women and children emerged from the smoking remants of the huts that had been their homes. The feudal lord ashamedly shuffled out of the hut where he had been hiding. Kevyn sneered as the man approached him. "Who are you to call yourself a lord. A lord protects his serfs. You left them to be slaughtered thinking only of yourself." what's done is done now your they attacker .
2. Every Knight Needs A Horse
Before Kevyn left he got some information about a nearby village wear he could rest. On the journey he was overtaken and attacked by three masked Fireknights. Each with glowing eyes and heavy black hoods . Striking swift there aim was true. Kevyn blazed in pain. He just let his rage take over and conquer the FireKnights. The FireKnights armor was a shiney crimson and strong enough to repell all of Kevyn's blows. One of the Fireknights lifted his arm in a jabbing strike and punctured Kevyn in his right shoulder. Kevyn transferred blade hands and took a quick sweeping swing at the FireKnights exposed underarm and side. His aim was true and the blow strong. The fireKnight fell from his horse a bleeding gash marring the shiney armor. The other two FireKnights reined up their horses and fleed in the other direction. Kevyn's shoulder hurt to much for him to pursue them. So he headed towards the village in hope of rest. When he finally reached the village. He had no idea what they ment he could rest here. Every house looked crashed up. But one house seemed ok. He headed towards the house. As soon as he got in he pounced on the bed. Then he someone started threatening him. He jumped out of bed and saw old man who demanded he come to the table now! He started to tell a story about a horse named Goliath. The horse had legendary powers that would be easy to spot if you were its true master. He was just about to tell Kevyn about the powers but the powerful stallion trampled the old man before he could reveal the secret. Kevyn jumped on the stallion in hopes of saving the old man. Kevin yelled for the horse to get off the man suddenly the horse jumped off the man with Kevyn still on his back. The man yelled after them you are his true master! Now that Kevyn had a horse he headed to the forest. Suddenly hidden people jumped out in front of him they yelled yeah you have tamed Goliath. The people then gave Kevyn and Goliath complimentary armor which deflected physical harm. On to the forest shouted an Kevyn. Chapter 3 Who Says Harps are just for instruments.
Inside the forest Goliath was stumbling.
When Kevyn got off he was stuck and was getting drowsey before every thing got black he saw an elf. When he woke up he saw an elf on a rock making a noise. Kevyn was listning is that harp Kevyn said.Oh so you are awake ofcourse im awayke you brainless git.
You and your stupid horse never he never did like me said the elf. Kevyn reached across and tried to grab the elf by his throat, but the elf danced out of reach and began to play his harp. A magical bond swirled around Kevyn and kept him from even touching the elf. "What is your name?" Kevyn demanded from within the magical spell. " My name is Dexi," The elf replied.