Disclaimer: I do not own any character or anyother thing from the book The Mask and the Sorceress by: Dennis Jones. It belongs to him, a real great author.
Author's note i just started writing so please go easy on the flames. Read and enjoy
Chapter 1- A New Life Begins
Tirsun Velianas knew his death approached. 'No one knows I'm here. Why does suffering clutch me so? How can anything be worse? I am at the bottom of a reeking cesspit. Who would even imagine finding me here? All that is left for me to do is to lie on this cold ground and await my death. I suppose this is my punishment for the innocent lives I have taken', he thought hopelessly to himself as the wounds across his flesh poured blood and gore. The very slaves that he had thought were firmly under his grasp of power were the ones who buried him here in the dank pit, sealed with pumice. To him slaves were lower than dirt, how could they muster up the courage to do this to him?
Soon he heard voices above him, maybe people looking for their ruler.
"Help me!" he called in desperation, "Please! Your Protector is here! I can't breathe, I'm dying. Help me."
He continued to yell but the words soon died at his lips. He tried to sit up thinking that maybe if he could raise high enough he could escape, pushing the pumice up and set himself free. He was strong and it may be possible, if he had not have lost so much blood. He could barely lift his arms, let alone his whole body and his body was using up what little oxygen got through the pumice that sealed every crevice.
Tirsun began falling into unconsciousness. He could not hold on to life any longer and knew his death was near, 'Theatana walked the Foul Road and could easily save herself from this kind of predicament. If I practiced Black magic as her I could save myself. Its funny how the woman that caused my downfall is who I think of now in my last hour. Now I will die alone.'
Tirsun didn't know how long he had been lying there. It may have been a few seconds or many hours. As time dragged on he heard a strange voice calling out to him.
"Tirsun, do you truly wish to live?" said the dark and sinister voice.
Tirsun couldn't tell where the voice was coming from. It seemed to surround him, coming from every corner of the cold pit.