Teaser:
Touching the hardened soil with his hands, he could feel the pain and violence progressing throughout the remains of the city. As he continued to crouch down and feel the dust, his eyes wandered around the pitiful site, the smoldering rooftops, shattered windows, everything. The streets which were once covered in a magnificent cobblestone walkway seemed to now be nothing but fragments. With each passing second, memories faded in and out of his mind of the city that was once here: His mother, friends, and family. All was gone. Standing up, his full complexity could be shown. Not much more than a teenager, his clothes were of the latest drifter. Covered completely in brownish tinted cloak, it wrapped around his whole body and covered the lower half below the nose of his head. Standing no more than 5’10, his thin frame was hardly noticeable.
In the later years, every city must send a caravan to the highest official or the Empowered One as they like to call it. This must be done by sending your most influential speaker and knights of the city to guard him. All this was to petition for a greater course of income from the empire, just to help with managing the city. Every year, thousands upon thousands caravans come to speak their words, jut for the privilege of receiving more money. It was the greedy nature of the people as they pressed on to just receives these bits. Most of these caravans never even reached the empire due to many a foe. Yet, what can you do when your city is in turmoil? You must risk your life to save others that may be struggling.
Only an hour had passed since he was not at the tarnished city; only an hour. Still standing in awe and amazement, he began to whisper to himself, “To think, this was the day where the city shed much rejoice as the caravan leaves to go petition at the high official’s office. To attack on this day is…..cruel. I mean, what am I suppose to do? WHAT AM I TO DO? Everything I loved, everyone one I loved, is gone. Why couldn’t I just stay home from the caravan? Why must I have volunteered? I could have helped defend this city! They never stood a chance! Why!?” His veins started to pulsate along the side of his temple with his anger growing larger and larger. His sadness was soon forgotten as only his anger remained to punish those that did this. Knowing full well that he could not accomplish this alone and not knowing who did this, he needed to find help. Starting to walk through the town to see if there were any survivors, his eyes were witnessed to even a more horrid of a site…..
(More to come. This was just a sample of chapter 1)
Touching the hardened soil with his hands, he could feel the pain and violence progressing throughout the remains of the city. As he continued to crouch down and feel the dust, his eyes wandered around the pitiful site, the smoldering rooftops, shattered windows, everything. The streets which were once covered in a magnificent cobblestone walkway seemed to now be nothing but fragments. With each passing second, memories faded in and out of his mind of the city that was once here: His mother, friends, and family. All was gone. Standing up, his full complexity could be shown. Not much more than a teenager, his clothes were of the latest drifter. Covered completely in brownish tinted cloak, it wrapped around his whole body and covered the lower half below the nose of his head. Standing no more than 5’10, his thin frame was hardly noticeable.
In the later years, every city must send a caravan to the highest official or the Empowered One as they like to call it. This must be done by sending your most influential speaker and knights of the city to guard him. All this was to petition for a greater course of income from the empire, just to help with managing the city. Every year, thousands upon thousands caravans come to speak their words, jut for the privilege of receiving more money. It was the greedy nature of the people as they pressed on to just receives these bits. Most of these caravans never even reached the empire due to many a foe. Yet, what can you do when your city is in turmoil? You must risk your life to save others that may be struggling.
Only an hour had passed since he was not at the tarnished city; only an hour. Still standing in awe and amazement, he began to whisper to himself, “To think, this was the day where the city shed much rejoice as the caravan leaves to go petition at the high official’s office. To attack on this day is…..cruel. I mean, what am I suppose to do? WHAT AM I TO DO? Everything I loved, everyone one I loved, is gone. Why couldn’t I just stay home from the caravan? Why must I have volunteered? I could have helped defend this city! They never stood a chance! Why!?” His veins started to pulsate along the side of his temple with his anger growing larger and larger. His sadness was soon forgotten as only his anger remained to punish those that did this. Knowing full well that he could not accomplish this alone and not knowing who did this, he needed to find help. Starting to walk through the town to see if there were any survivors, his eyes were witnessed to even a more horrid of a site…..
(More to come. This was just a sample of chapter 1)
