Monday, 25 October 2010
The sound of hoofbeats clattered on the cobbled path. The nights silence was shattered as the horse drew closer and closer, untill it stopped in front of the looming tower. "Sorcerer Tharnon" the man cried, "a message from King Stratholme". Tharnon looked out of his tower and sighed. This was the third messenger the King had sent him, requesting his services for the recapture of Hemlock , the most deadly assassin in the Kingdom. With a wave of his hand, the door opened. The startled messenger jumped back in shock. "What is it this time? I have told the King countless of times, I will not use my powers for the sake of the kingdom, I am strictly neutral" said Tharnon. The messenger recovered some of his composure, and then took out a folded envelope from his saddlebag. Tharnon's hand shot out and the messenger fell to the floor, his body doubled in pain. "Ambush" he muttered. Tharnon's face screwed up in concentration and the two knights concealed in the forest disappeared into the ground. The two heavily armored men behind the cliff promptly turned into ravens and they flew off, squawking in confusion. Tharnon sat down heavily and sunk his head into his hands. He was shocked that it had come down to this... His whole life had been free from violence but now, he had taken the lives of four men. His eyes then tightened as he recalled the promise the King had made ensuring his protection. His fingers flexed as he thought of all the different ways he could bring his enemy down to justice. With that in mind, he set to work.