I've gotten some comments on what I've writen so far, so I just wanna clear
it up. No one knows the main character's name. He's supposedto be shrouded
in mystery. As for the time, it is in the past, but it's your call as to
how far back it is. All the way back to the Romans for all I care. (But
it's not that far back, cause they didn't have guns back then.) Well,
please R&R, noflames if you can help it, and if you have any other
questions or complements or just wanna get in touch with me (for whatever
reason), write me at frontlinewarrior477hotmail.com Enjoy!
Chapter 12: A Dieing Man's Wish
Vincent told me the whole story in his last few breaths. He told me about how he and my father were the best of friends. He told me how they trained together, how they hunted together, how they grew up together. He told me so many things about my father that even I didn't know. Vincent told me how he went fishing with my father and mother. I was very young. I was playing in the water most of the time. They talked and stuff. I remembered playing in the water when there was a bright flash. I stood up and had a fish in my hand. I started to laugh and I had forgotten the flash already. My mother smiled at me as my father laughed. I held the fish over my head in triumph. I smiled, tears streaming down my face.
"Your parents were great people. He was kind and strong at the same time, and your mother was beautiful." He said weakly. He was dying, I could tell. He was sitting on the ground now, holding his chest.
"You were always a strong kid. You may be able to take him down."
"Who?"
"A man whose name I don't even know... He wants to command the world, I know it... I can see it in his eyes..." I grunted at this vague description. He tried to stand but I wouldn't let him. He needed to rest in order to tell me what he needed to. He looked at me and reached into his coat pocket yet again. He pulled out a large golden key and held it out to me. It was very well crafted. From the looks of it, it might have belonged to a rich man.
"This is the key to his manor. It's a well secured mansion with guards all over. I'm sure getting in will be fairly easy, but getting out is another story completely. You must be ready." He grabbed his chest suddenly, coughing up blood. He grabbed my shirt and looked at me from his knees and smiled. "Your father was a great man... He'd be very proud of you if he were here right now..." I laid him down on the ground for him to rest in piece. The fire was getting under control. I turned around to leave when I saw Crystal standing in the middle of the street, sword in hand and a dead soldier at her feet. She was holding her arm which had been bleeding. I bent down and grabbed my sword and sheathed it as she walked closer. She wrapped her other arm around me tightly, like she hadn't seen me in years. I hugged her tightly, trying to calm her down as she cried into my chest. She was scared. I was scared too. But Vincent had shown me what I had to do next, though she might not like it. I would leave as soon as I could.
Chapter 12: A Dieing Man's Wish
Vincent told me the whole story in his last few breaths. He told me about how he and my father were the best of friends. He told me how they trained together, how they hunted together, how they grew up together. He told me so many things about my father that even I didn't know. Vincent told me how he went fishing with my father and mother. I was very young. I was playing in the water most of the time. They talked and stuff. I remembered playing in the water when there was a bright flash. I stood up and had a fish in my hand. I started to laugh and I had forgotten the flash already. My mother smiled at me as my father laughed. I held the fish over my head in triumph. I smiled, tears streaming down my face.
"Your parents were great people. He was kind and strong at the same time, and your mother was beautiful." He said weakly. He was dying, I could tell. He was sitting on the ground now, holding his chest.
"You were always a strong kid. You may be able to take him down."
"Who?"
"A man whose name I don't even know... He wants to command the world, I know it... I can see it in his eyes..." I grunted at this vague description. He tried to stand but I wouldn't let him. He needed to rest in order to tell me what he needed to. He looked at me and reached into his coat pocket yet again. He pulled out a large golden key and held it out to me. It was very well crafted. From the looks of it, it might have belonged to a rich man.
"This is the key to his manor. It's a well secured mansion with guards all over. I'm sure getting in will be fairly easy, but getting out is another story completely. You must be ready." He grabbed his chest suddenly, coughing up blood. He grabbed my shirt and looked at me from his knees and smiled. "Your father was a great man... He'd be very proud of you if he were here right now..." I laid him down on the ground for him to rest in piece. The fire was getting under control. I turned around to leave when I saw Crystal standing in the middle of the street, sword in hand and a dead soldier at her feet. She was holding her arm which had been bleeding. I bent down and grabbed my sword and sheathed it as she walked closer. She wrapped her other arm around me tightly, like she hadn't seen me in years. I hugged her tightly, trying to calm her down as she cried into my chest. She was scared. I was scared too. But Vincent had shown me what I had to do next, though she might not like it. I would leave as soon as I could.