Pawns are greater than the King
Disclaimer: I do not own magic: the gathering, any similarities to other story lines are purely coincidental.
Do NOT copy this. If you want to you MUST contact me to gain permission.
Chapter Three:
A road by any other name.
Unlike most that choose to broaden their horizons by going onward and outward into the unknown, I was not seeking adventure or even a great perilous quest. It had been done before, and my father had told me many a time what he had done when he was a new man. I despised it, why waist energy on being selfless. Selflessness is a fools virtue, and that's what my father was.
I was rather leading on to find homestead. Though not of a farm where I would work as I did when I was young, but rather a smith's home. Furnace, flame and an untarnished anvil by which to weave my creations.
The first stage of my journey was not that perilous, however it did hold great significance, there I met somebody who I do now so wish to never meet again. Even to this day I have never known it's name nor it's gender, if it does so have one. I shall not speculate that now, but instead shall tell you of what happened.
On the fifth night of my journey I gravitated towards rather a large city. All paths from my village came to this city. It was a bureaucratic measure to sell, trade and check all those coming in and out of it's myriad of small villages around it. One of which was unfortunately mine.
This city, was much talked about by my family, although I would be the first to enter its overpowering walls that sent shiver's down even my spine. To enter it was to succumb to harsh, corrupt law. I had to go through it, my only choice.
Like most that enter from the villages, I was put to one side, and checked by many 'law' enforcers before I could continue. As luck would have the city had many paths through it, all leading to the same exit. My judgement here let me down. Being the direct person I am, I went for the middle path. It was in this path I met this somebody.
As of the stories told to me about the city, I was particular vigilant. Thinking that none would be interested in the worthless possessions I had on me. How wrong was I. The most precious thing I had on my person, was a hammer. It being small and not of much weight, it was a precision tool.
Late that night, I was about a third of the way through the city, having arrived there in the morning. I entered into a small recess by the side of the path. It was one of many littered across the side of the road. Most were full, and seeming to burst through the heavy stone that enclosed them. This led me to choose one that was not full. I was quite suspicious when i found one that was empty, considering others beside it were full. My tiredness and need for rest overcame my conscious objection.
At first I lay there, my muscles aching, and it was not long till I sleep. I entered a sleep that is only second to death. The walls around me could have shuddered and crumbled around me, a large dragon could have flew over belching fireballs and causing the whole city to scream, I would have not flinched. This was my peril.
Through the crevice a large band of 'law' enforcers came rushing in, trampling me into the ground, and shoving me out the way. They grabbed my food and water, and though I did not notice at the time, my hammer. This caused me much uproar. And as such I protested.
Protest did me no good, it did me worse. I was hoisted like an animal into a cell. This angered me to no end, I had been locked in a cell before, in my youth.
Four days into my incarceration and I had got nowhere. They would not let me see trial, they would not let me leave for fresh air. The iron gates surrounding me, the smell of excrement of those that has already gone mad, and I was leading to the same fate.
A bit longer than usual. What do you think of this length. Please r&r.
Lu Chao
Disclaimer: I do not own magic: the gathering, any similarities to other story lines are purely coincidental.
Do NOT copy this. If you want to you MUST contact me to gain permission.
Chapter Three:
A road by any other name.
Unlike most that choose to broaden their horizons by going onward and outward into the unknown, I was not seeking adventure or even a great perilous quest. It had been done before, and my father had told me many a time what he had done when he was a new man. I despised it, why waist energy on being selfless. Selflessness is a fools virtue, and that's what my father was.
I was rather leading on to find homestead. Though not of a farm where I would work as I did when I was young, but rather a smith's home. Furnace, flame and an untarnished anvil by which to weave my creations.
The first stage of my journey was not that perilous, however it did hold great significance, there I met somebody who I do now so wish to never meet again. Even to this day I have never known it's name nor it's gender, if it does so have one. I shall not speculate that now, but instead shall tell you of what happened.
On the fifth night of my journey I gravitated towards rather a large city. All paths from my village came to this city. It was a bureaucratic measure to sell, trade and check all those coming in and out of it's myriad of small villages around it. One of which was unfortunately mine.
This city, was much talked about by my family, although I would be the first to enter its overpowering walls that sent shiver's down even my spine. To enter it was to succumb to harsh, corrupt law. I had to go through it, my only choice.
Like most that enter from the villages, I was put to one side, and checked by many 'law' enforcers before I could continue. As luck would have the city had many paths through it, all leading to the same exit. My judgement here let me down. Being the direct person I am, I went for the middle path. It was in this path I met this somebody.
As of the stories told to me about the city, I was particular vigilant. Thinking that none would be interested in the worthless possessions I had on me. How wrong was I. The most precious thing I had on my person, was a hammer. It being small and not of much weight, it was a precision tool.
Late that night, I was about a third of the way through the city, having arrived there in the morning. I entered into a small recess by the side of the path. It was one of many littered across the side of the road. Most were full, and seeming to burst through the heavy stone that enclosed them. This led me to choose one that was not full. I was quite suspicious when i found one that was empty, considering others beside it were full. My tiredness and need for rest overcame my conscious objection.
At first I lay there, my muscles aching, and it was not long till I sleep. I entered a sleep that is only second to death. The walls around me could have shuddered and crumbled around me, a large dragon could have flew over belching fireballs and causing the whole city to scream, I would have not flinched. This was my peril.
Through the crevice a large band of 'law' enforcers came rushing in, trampling me into the ground, and shoving me out the way. They grabbed my food and water, and though I did not notice at the time, my hammer. This caused me much uproar. And as such I protested.
Protest did me no good, it did me worse. I was hoisted like an animal into a cell. This angered me to no end, I had been locked in a cell before, in my youth.
Four days into my incarceration and I had got nowhere. They would not let me see trial, they would not let me leave for fresh air. The iron gates surrounding me, the smell of excrement of those that has already gone mad, and I was leading to the same fate.
A bit longer than usual. What do you think of this length. Please r&r.
Lu Chao