Hero

CHAPTER 3: DAMIAN II

Damian Renway had no idea of where to start the search for his fathers killer. His skills as a detective were very few in number and his skills with a sword were not much better.

The sword he had was a royal blade that had originated from the iron forge, it had the crest of a eagle on that resembled freedom of the people and was also the symbol of the Renway family.

Whilst walking along he spotted an old fisherman with whom he exchanged his clothes with to make him less recognisable.

Grim faces were shown on the people because of the recent death of they're ruler, silence lay across the city apart from the old pub.

Damian walked into it in order to search for someone who could perhaps help him with this difficult mission. Many people were already drunk and it was little past ten in the morning. Damian approached the front of the bar, sticking his hand up to attract the attention of the owner.

"Anything I can get you to drink my lad," shouted the man from the other side of the bar.
Damian kindly declined his offer asking him instead if he had any idea about who might have had intentions towards killing the king.

At this point Damian placed some Istoren gems in the barman's pocket. The barman looked over at Damian and whispered quietly in his ear.

"Alright, but you didn't ear this from me... I've erd of a place somewhere downtown where all dese guys go wiv weapons of all sorts... Other night I erd screaming from there I did, it scared the hell out of me."

Damian then thanked him walking out the old pub.

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Whilst walking downtown Damian had a strange feeling like he was being followed. A man dressed in a hooded green cloak was a few metres away from him but mirrored his every move. Damian began to increase the pace of his walk into a run to loose the man following him.

The downtown district of Skylance was rundown with the residents being gamblers, thieves and beggars. Damian realised that if he wanted to blend in he not only had to look like one of them but act like one of them to. He turned a corner, crouched within a group pretending he needed money. The man in the cloak got closer but turned back perhaps thinking Damian was elsewhere.

Damian got up on his feet and turned back round the corner he had come from. In front of him stood the man in the green cloak with a large grin on his face. Within a few seconds the man had jabbed a needle into Damian's neck. His vision started to become blurry and he collapsed to the floor.

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Damian woke up with his hands bound together onto a chair. He could barely move and his vision was hindered. Damian recognised that the drug inside him was called Groyis from the Groyis trees that grow in the forest of dreams. It causes confusion, hallucinations, and hinders movement and eyesight.

The smell in the air was recognisable as well. It was the same smell he had smelt on the day that his mother died. Damian knew the smell of fire as well as a good mother knows when her baby needs food. He felt the heat on his skin. Then the pain kicked in.