Hey, everyone! Just wanted to post some of my work on here! Here is the prologue and first chapter to the novel that I am writing! FYI Yzarr is pronounced Zarr. And often I will leave notes to myself. They will appear as (???). And third this is completely a ruff draft and I am not... um... I guess not as grammatically correct as most. (Thank God for editors!) So this story may look a lot different once edited. Thanks!
P.S. Comments would be appreciated!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.P.S. Almost forgot Linien is pronounced (lin-ee-in)
A New Power
The group of three made there way to the Kyber pass. Lyaber pushed his horse forward after the ride through the mountains they were nearly spent. The elite group of soldiers halted for a late lunch. “Yarrl?” The captain asked. “Yes Captain Lyaber,” Yarrl replied. “I need you to scout ahead on foot.” “Yes Captain.” Yarrl left the group of now two. He trusted Captain Lyaber with his life. He was a big bulky man with muscles on top of his muscles. He had a thick black beard with white patches throughout it. If anything happened the group knew that there captain would protect them. Yarrl pressed on. It felt good to walk after the long ride. He would scout ahead to the Kyber pass. Suddenly there was a noise to Yarrl’s right. Almost like something being strained. He had heard it before. It was almost like… An arrow shoot overhead missing him by inches. Lyaber had ducked just in time. He drew his sword ready for a fight. But, then there was nothing. It was as if he had imagined the whole endeavor. So he continued to scout ahead with his sword drawn. Yarrl was not one to give up easily. He also didn’t want to upset the captain. Yarrl listened for any little sound that would give away his foe. After what seemed a long trek through the snow capped mountain he made it to the pass. It was a narrow snow covered stone bridge of sorts. Suddenly a tall muscular figure stepped out from a boulder on the other side of the pass. He wore a black cloak with a steel breastplate. The breastplate had a symbol that resembled an upside down Z although the parallel sides were slightly curved. The two stared each other down for awhile then the foe pulled off of his back two saber blades which he connected together with a handle. The foe held the double bladed weapon level with the ground. Yarrl charged his opponent with fury in his eyes. The wicked looking man just stood there waiting for the right opportunity. As soon as there swords met Yarrl knew that it would be a tough fight. The cloaked figure wield the weapon like an extension of his arm. The first injury he inflicted was a slice to Yarrl’s arm, then he stabbed him in the shoulder. After performing something resembling a back flip the foe finished off Yarrl with a swift strike. The crafty swordsman left his body to rot in the cold. He walked up to his new group of recruits who had been watching from a distance. “A new power is rising and the old shall fall!” He said with death in his voice. The group gave cheers for their leader.
The Linien outpost exploded with mirth as another fun filled story came to an end. There were many warriors surrounding a table with jugs of ale in hand. Some had made the mistake of taking a sip of the strong brew while old man McKinley finished one of his famous stories. They had either spit it out all over the place or tried to keep it in and had it come out there noses. They all listened as he started another story. “Well, you see, I was in the kingdom work’n as a guard and a patrol officer. Me and this other fell’a where mak’n our rounds as usual. And we came upon these two gentlemen who had drunk more ale than all of us tonight combined.” His story was cut off by the bell sounding the night watch beginning. They all moaned at the sound.
Filian walked down the hall leading to the stairway where there was a wave of people coming down and up the stairway. He was about twenty one with seasoned muscles and a thin beard. Once he made it up to the outposts highest point, which led to the very tall walls surrounding the outpost, there were archers and spearmen all over the walls. They where ready for anything. Filian was one of the last ones in the open air. He chose the spot next to Jakar. They where the same age and had survived the training together as warriors. Although Filian was the better swordsman they were considered to be at the same level. Jakar greeted him warmly. “Hey Filian.” Jakar was one of the more rascally types. He would always be the first one into trouble, and he immediately started relating about one of his schemes. “The other night I heard some people talking down in the storage area.” “What where you doing down there?” Filian asked even though he knew that it was something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. “Well…” Jakar said trying to think of an answer that was suitable. “Lets just say its none of your business. Anyway…” “I don’t want to hear about some secret celebration that is going to take place, or who is going bankrupt in the kingdom of Anamar.” “That’s just it though. This is much bigger!” “Let me try to get this through your thick skull, Jakar. I don’t want to know!” “Oh but you do. You just don’t know that yet.” “Jakar…” Filian said with a huff of rage. “That is the silliest thing I have ever heard. I am going to go sit with some more civilized people.” Filian started to walk away as Jakar yelled at him. “You can join me at sundown tomorrow tonight!” Filian just brushed of all the rude remarks that followed and went to the opposite part of the wall surrounding the outpost.
The next day Filian was debating whether to go with Jakar or, stay out of trouble and let him suffer the consequences. Filian’s mind told him to stay out of trouble but, his heart told him to be a good friend and go with him at least to try to keep him out of trouble. Finally after a long morning of thinking about it he made up his mind.
Jakar snuck down the dark stairway standing on tiptoes. He finally stepped onto flat ground. It was like a tomb in the large storage area. A hand quickly grabbed Jakar from behind covering his mouth. The man spun him around so that they could see eye to eye. And to the relief of Jakar he made out Filians face. Filian loosed his grip around Jakar’s mouth. “I knew you’d show up.” “Oh what ever! You were more scared than… than… well something that gets really scared.” “Oh that’s a good one Filian.” “You were pretty scared.” “Just be quiet and follow me. You did bring a lamp didn’t you?” “I thought you might forget.” Filian picked up a lamp from the ground and lit it. The large storage room was filled with food, weapons, maps, and many other things. There was also a door at the far side of the room with light coming from underneath it. Jakar signaled to Filian to keep following him. They crept up to the door straining their ears for any little noise that would emanate from the room. They put their heads right next to the door listening to the conversation. “We can’t risk it.” One of them said. “I agree” another remarked this one a woman “we can’t afford to start another war.” Filian and Jakar looked at each other. Another war! That was preposterous! There where so many questions rushing through their heads that they could hardly keep up with them. A war with who? And who where these people. They both listened closely to every word the people in the enclosed room said. “As a member of the Linien Group” another said “I say we take a vote on…” He was cut short by a crashing noise outside. Jakar had been leaning against a box full of swords. They clattered all over the floor. Filian looked at Jakar with a look of disgust. The door suddenly burst open and a tall broad man came forward with a large hammer in hand. The light illuminating from the room shone on Filian, and Jakar perfectly framing them like little kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. The warrior with the hammer dragged them into the room and slammed the door shut with a dull thud. Now it seemed as if they where closed off from the entire kingdom of Anamar. “I just found the solution to our problem.” There was a total of three people in the room not including Filian, and Jakar. “And how is that?” One of them asked. “They are going to join the Linien Group!”