Prologue
It was an amazing sight. The small caravan of three carts had just left the darkness of the deep woods behind them and now they could see the kingdom's capital stretching out in the distance at the feet of the last small hills.
Even the young Yamato who normally didn't give much about the beauty of such things let out a small gasp. He had to admit that he was, despite his natural scepticism, quite impressed by the sight before him. Even at this distance the city looked huge. The smaller villages outside the outer city walls looked like small anthills in comparison to the city within the inner walls. The broad main road breached the walls through the tall gates in the north and led in a straight line towards the heart of the capital, the king's castle.
Despite the already imposing buildings lining the main street on both sides it was the most impressive thing built by human hands he had ever seen.
It had been built on a small elevation with a massive fortified wall at it's feet, which separated the castle from the surrounding city. The castle itself was a wide complex with countless courtyards and an impressive tower, overlooking the whole city, in the centre.
The carts began their slow descent towards the city and left the mountains and the endless woods of the north behind them. Yamato pulled the hood of his dirty brown cloak back over his head and climbed back into the last cart. It was still a long way until they would reach the city and he decided it would be best to get some rest while he still had the chance to.
He had the share the small cart with two other young men and their supplies but he didn't really mind. They had almost instantly accepted his silent and withdrawn behaviour when he had joined the small group and didn't bother him much as long as he did his job. He was grateful for everything they had done for him and he had learned to like this live. They had become something like a new family to him and they were all he had left. He shivered a little despite the warmth of the sun shining onto him and pulled his cloak a little tighter around him.
He glanced back on last time towards the woods as if searching for something. He let his eyes glide over the dense wall of trees and bushes until he finally found what he had been looking for.
He had noticed a pair of glowing eyes, hidden in the shadows of the wood and unseen by the others, watching the small convoy making it's way down the hills.
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A.N.: I know this is short but it's just a little preview. I suddenly had the urge to write a medieval-fantasy story (my first!) and this is going to be the prologue. I have a vague idea for the plot but it might change while I'm writing.
Unfortunately I don't have much time at the moment so I don't know when I'll be able to write the first real chapter. The same goes for my other stories. I promise I'm going to update them as soon as possible but don't expect anything soon.
I know this is very vague but I would still appreciate every kind of input, so: review. Thanks for reading!
