I know I haven't had that many reviews - only been a couple of days but I
thought I'd write the second chapter. This is basically the prologue, the
first chapter being the pre-prologue. Confusing I know..enjoy!
Soon I'm gonna have to have the story in 2 where you either go by him completing the quest, or failing. Of course that's not for a while.
Reviews please!!!
It had been a half moon since Numair had left Daine with few words of where he was going. "Just another quest" he had whispered in her ear when he arose earlier than usual.
He smiled as he remembered her face on the pillow, so jaded yet in his eyes she was still as beautiful as ever. He'd kissed her face and ran his finger through her hair for what could be the last time. The image was overshadowed by the intense pain he felt in his side, about the ribs like he'd been stabbed. Yet he could only ignore that part of the memory and continue on.
Days away from his primary destination he came across a class of huts, about 5 in all, with four in a square and one slightly larger a few yards ahead of them. Intrigued by not seeing such a thing before now Numair slowed from the canter he had been going at across the steady ground to more of a trot, closing in on the hamlet.
Without thinking he stopped ahead of the main hut and dismounted. Looking around he saw no one. Numair thought about how strange a place this was but could not pull himself away from it.
There were no widows to the huts and knowing the rules of hospitality it seemed rude to barge into another's home.
Close to the huts was a tree, seemingly ancient yet no larger than a few hundred years young. It seemed steady so he tied the horse to it and left to explore further the oddities of the place.
Searching down the plain he saw no man and no beast, odd for mid-day, although the sun was very high. He drank some water and proceeded towards a small patch of vegetables, with a fence as if protected like a baby in its cot. He could not recognise any plants he could see and most of the area was bare. Unlike the patch of land further forward, which was not large enough to be a field, not small enough to be a garden, this cot of plants had an irregular pattern to their arrangement but did not appear to be randomly placed.
"Why have you returned?" A voice sounded from behind him.
Soon I'm gonna have to have the story in 2 where you either go by him completing the quest, or failing. Of course that's not for a while.
Reviews please!!!
It had been a half moon since Numair had left Daine with few words of where he was going. "Just another quest" he had whispered in her ear when he arose earlier than usual.
He smiled as he remembered her face on the pillow, so jaded yet in his eyes she was still as beautiful as ever. He'd kissed her face and ran his finger through her hair for what could be the last time. The image was overshadowed by the intense pain he felt in his side, about the ribs like he'd been stabbed. Yet he could only ignore that part of the memory and continue on.
Days away from his primary destination he came across a class of huts, about 5 in all, with four in a square and one slightly larger a few yards ahead of them. Intrigued by not seeing such a thing before now Numair slowed from the canter he had been going at across the steady ground to more of a trot, closing in on the hamlet.
Without thinking he stopped ahead of the main hut and dismounted. Looking around he saw no one. Numair thought about how strange a place this was but could not pull himself away from it.
There were no widows to the huts and knowing the rules of hospitality it seemed rude to barge into another's home.
Close to the huts was a tree, seemingly ancient yet no larger than a few hundred years young. It seemed steady so he tied the horse to it and left to explore further the oddities of the place.
Searching down the plain he saw no man and no beast, odd for mid-day, although the sun was very high. He drank some water and proceeded towards a small patch of vegetables, with a fence as if protected like a baby in its cot. He could not recognise any plants he could see and most of the area was bare. Unlike the patch of land further forward, which was not large enough to be a field, not small enough to be a garden, this cot of plants had an irregular pattern to their arrangement but did not appear to be randomly placed.
"Why have you returned?" A voice sounded from behind him.