A Night's Work
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the VHD series. Do not sue me...
Prologue
The night grew colder and colder, it was a wonder why it wasn't snowing at all. The shades of color have all gone from the sky none but the stars remained. Even the moon was out of sight. It was deafeningly silent in the Plaza of the town of Durquishach. Not a soul could be seen roaming the streets. The taverns and shops of the Plaza were closed, windows locked and barred. The church doors were sealed shut. It brought new meaning to the phrase "silent as the grave". Soon the silence was broken, a heavy gallop rose through the streets. From the far side of town a dark carriage rushed through the streets, the leaves and dust rising up from its wake to meet the cold air. Upon reaching the Plaza the carriage screeched to a halt. The driver of the carriage relaxed his arms and jumped off his seat on to the cobble floor of the Plaza. He wore a brown coat and a fedora, his hands wrapped in leather gloves. He walked to the door of the carriage, as he reached for the handle... "You!" A voice cried from behind him He slowly turned his head, the man that had yelled was jogging towards him with an intimidating rifle in his hands his finger at the trigger. "What business do you have in this township?" The rifle bearing man inquired, his bearded face streaked with fear, His gray hair flickering in the suddenly windy night. The door of the carriage flung open, the bearded man brought his rifle up to his shoulder, aiming at the void inside the carriage. "Sheriff," A voice from inside the carriage spoke the words in a sweet yet strong voice. "Huh?" the Sheriff cocked an eyebrow. "I hear you are in need of a new Governor..." The voice from inside the carriage belonged to a tall pale man, cloaked in black. His white hair was long till his rear, held in braids behind his back. "News travels fast." The sheriff replied. "Yes it does. I would like to apply for the task." The white haired man said. The Sheriff lowered his weapon. "What in the hell makes you think we're going to allow you to govern this town?" The sheriff started walking towards them. The man driving the carriage had begun bringing down the baggage from behind the carriage. "Because I was appointed." The man said sternly "My name is Alexander de Bravious." He pulled a sealed sheaf from his cloak and handed it to the Sheriff. The Sheriff took it from Alexander and broke it open. He scoffed. "From the head of state? Hah! I didn't even know we still had one!" "Apparently we do, and he has assigned me to govern this town." Alexander replied. The Sheriff scratched his head. "Well if the "president" says so, fine by me. It's everybody else you'll have to convince." "That is of little concern to me." Alexander said "Your name sheriff?" "Abraham Relish" "I'd like to grace my lodging now Mr. Relish." "Give us time to fix it up..." "No, Ill do that myself. And I have Brahm to help me" Alexander gestured to the carriage's driver. Brahm was busy bringing down a huge cloth covered box nearly 7 feet long, 2 feet across from above the carriage. The box looked heavy but Brahm carried it with ease over his shoulder. Abraham ran his hand over his rough, gray locks. Other men started coming out of their homes, probing around their new visitor. "People stay inside! It still isn't safe! Go!" Abraham yelled as he led Alexander to his new home.
They had just finished unloading the carriage's contents into the new home when the sky began to show traces of purple. The sun began to rise. "You may leave now, Mr. Relish. I shall call on you this evening to announce to the town my coming. Till then, not a word..." Alexander told Abraham, his voice deep and clear such a beautiful romantic voice. As the sunlight touched the steeple of the old church, the doors of the new governor's home closed.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the VHD series. Do not sue me...
Prologue
The night grew colder and colder, it was a wonder why it wasn't snowing at all. The shades of color have all gone from the sky none but the stars remained. Even the moon was out of sight. It was deafeningly silent in the Plaza of the town of Durquishach. Not a soul could be seen roaming the streets. The taverns and shops of the Plaza were closed, windows locked and barred. The church doors were sealed shut. It brought new meaning to the phrase "silent as the grave". Soon the silence was broken, a heavy gallop rose through the streets. From the far side of town a dark carriage rushed through the streets, the leaves and dust rising up from its wake to meet the cold air. Upon reaching the Plaza the carriage screeched to a halt. The driver of the carriage relaxed his arms and jumped off his seat on to the cobble floor of the Plaza. He wore a brown coat and a fedora, his hands wrapped in leather gloves. He walked to the door of the carriage, as he reached for the handle... "You!" A voice cried from behind him He slowly turned his head, the man that had yelled was jogging towards him with an intimidating rifle in his hands his finger at the trigger. "What business do you have in this township?" The rifle bearing man inquired, his bearded face streaked with fear, His gray hair flickering in the suddenly windy night. The door of the carriage flung open, the bearded man brought his rifle up to his shoulder, aiming at the void inside the carriage. "Sheriff," A voice from inside the carriage spoke the words in a sweet yet strong voice. "Huh?" the Sheriff cocked an eyebrow. "I hear you are in need of a new Governor..." The voice from inside the carriage belonged to a tall pale man, cloaked in black. His white hair was long till his rear, held in braids behind his back. "News travels fast." The sheriff replied. "Yes it does. I would like to apply for the task." The white haired man said. The Sheriff lowered his weapon. "What in the hell makes you think we're going to allow you to govern this town?" The sheriff started walking towards them. The man driving the carriage had begun bringing down the baggage from behind the carriage. "Because I was appointed." The man said sternly "My name is Alexander de Bravious." He pulled a sealed sheaf from his cloak and handed it to the Sheriff. The Sheriff took it from Alexander and broke it open. He scoffed. "From the head of state? Hah! I didn't even know we still had one!" "Apparently we do, and he has assigned me to govern this town." Alexander replied. The Sheriff scratched his head. "Well if the "president" says so, fine by me. It's everybody else you'll have to convince." "That is of little concern to me." Alexander said "Your name sheriff?" "Abraham Relish" "I'd like to grace my lodging now Mr. Relish." "Give us time to fix it up..." "No, Ill do that myself. And I have Brahm to help me" Alexander gestured to the carriage's driver. Brahm was busy bringing down a huge cloth covered box nearly 7 feet long, 2 feet across from above the carriage. The box looked heavy but Brahm carried it with ease over his shoulder. Abraham ran his hand over his rough, gray locks. Other men started coming out of their homes, probing around their new visitor. "People stay inside! It still isn't safe! Go!" Abraham yelled as he led Alexander to his new home.
They had just finished unloading the carriage's contents into the new home when the sky began to show traces of purple. The sun began to rise. "You may leave now, Mr. Relish. I shall call on you this evening to announce to the town my coming. Till then, not a word..." Alexander told Abraham, his voice deep and clear such a beautiful romantic voice. As the sunlight touched the steeple of the old church, the doors of the new governor's home closed.