Granted it isnt completed, but Ill be posting bits and pieces here and there. So to see where it goes, check back often!!! Also no chapter headings or title yet... but for now 'ere it is...
"Patheitc", He said aloud, as he watched the villagers through the
telescope. "Ants they look like and ants they are compared to the likes of
me." Closing the telescope and thinking again of the villagers he laughed.
If only those people knew hhow he had gotten it! Alas most of thier midns
wouldnt even grasp it. Save for one.
He knew the legend well. After living almost 3 centuries, he had heard it
many times. Thinking aloud again he said to noone but his pet crow," Ive
even defeated many so called "Heros of Legend." This one is different
Zoltan. Ive been watching him. After all these years we may have finally
found the one."
Relaxing in a chair e aquired in China 700 years ago, Walter nodded off.
Dreaming of when he first came to this land. He wasnt Walter then...he had
to go by another name then. Randall I believe it was. I know not for sure,
for this "being" even surpasses your dear narrator.
Randall hummed as he walked up the path through the dense tees. Carrying
only a book, and a tiny knapsack, most woould have though him a simple bard
or learned man. He looked to be no mroe than 24 years old. his handsome
looks even added to this illusion. Curly Blonde hair, Deep icy blue eyes,
and perfectly pearly teeth. And a nice five foot eight.
As he came through the clearing he gasped. This would be perfect he said to
himself. The village was situated in a clearing of the forest, but was
completly surrounded by said forest. "Now if only I can find a...", he said
as he put his hand up t shade the sun, scanning the tops of the trees. By
the Gods this was his lucky day! There was a hilltop that would make the
perfect observatory. Now building it without the people noticing ws a
problem...
Another question plagued his mind. Was this the village? Could it be? He
had travlled far, and heard many a sotry along his path. Laughing he thought
back to the incident at the last village. The people had said it was their
village and their hero. Who wrong they were. Randall or was he called
something else at that time? I honestly dont knw reader. Randall torched the
whole place, killed every last person. And took pleasure in it. Even dined
in the hollowed out castle of the former king, resting his feet on the kings
torched remains.
Only time would tell, he tought as he entered the empty Inn. Walking up to
the bar, he set his belongings down on the floor, and turned to the barmaid
who ahd been studying him. "Ye have rooms available?"
Studying him some more, she replied coldly," Unless youve got money weve
nothing for you stranger."
Smiling that killer smile of his, he tossed his hair and reached down to
his belt, grabbing a small coin purse. He pulled 3 gold coins from it,
pushed them towards her, and said in a deeper, more sensual voice," These
are for you my dear. Now do you have rooms available?"
Smiling as she put the coins in her blouse, she giggled a flirtaous
gigleand said," Yes sir. For you, the best room. And only one silver piece a
night."
"Here," he said, tossing her 2 more gold pieces," one to pay for the room
for a few nights and one to answer a question or two."
Catching them she nodded and said," Yes sir, ill answer anything. Anything
i can that is."
"Who owns that hilltop over there? Anyone in this village?"
"Not...not that I know of sir, and Ive lived her my whole life, so I have."
"Fine fine... The other thing you can do for me is forget i was here. If
anyone asks who is in my room, you dont know. You ddint egt a good look. You
understand?"
"Yes yes sir. Are you running form someone?"
"My business is my bussiness!" he fumed."Im sorry. Forgive me. I ddint mean
to snap at you like that. Please just keep my whaereabouts as secret as you
can."
"i will sir. Is there anything else..". she smiled, and looked herself over,
then him over," that i can do for you? Anything at all?"
Smiling, knowing his looks had won over another one, he smiled anmd
replied," Not tonight miss...?"
"Theresea, but the folks call me Tess."
"Miss Tess, not tonight as I have business early but maybe another night if
it'll do ya."
"Aye thank ya sir."
He smiled, tiped his head, and headed up the stairs. "Before I go, id be
nice to know where my room is."
"Aye sorry sir, its the second floor to the left, last door on the left."
"Thanks Miss Tess."
"tess will ne fine..goodnight Mr..."
"Goodnight Tess, and itd be best if you didnt know my name." Smiling, he
made his way up to his room, plotting what to do next.
For being a the best room in the place, it was awful small, and had several cracks running up the walls. As he set his things down Randall heard a small shuffling noise behind the walls. Dismissing it as rats, he layed on the dingy bed, hands behind his head, eyes wide open.
The shuffling cam again, and his head snapped to one of the pictures hanging on the wall. Smiling in the thin light, he knew exactly what it was. He rolled to face away from the picture and closed his eyes. Waiting...
Sure enough not five minutes later, his door opened, and a stealthy shadow made its way over to his belongings.
Tess Dug quickly through his pile of items looking for the bag of gold. "With this money," she thought, "I could finally fix this place up and run it full time instead of being a petty thief." Her smile as she found the bag faded when she glance over to the bed and saw it was empty. Not thinking she whispered quite loudly, "Where did he..."
At that moment a hand shot of from the shadows, and Randall's glaring smile followed it. Randall watched as she made eye contact with him, and sheer horror spread acorss her face. The look in his eyes dear reader, was one that would cause any fo you to scream and turn white.
