Ty opened his eyes. Everything was blurry and his head really hurt.
He heard a girl calling out, "Quick! He's coming round!"
His eyes slowly focused on her face. She had pale skin and deep indigo eyes.
"Just like the picture..." murmured Ty.
"What's he saying?" came another voice.
"I don't know"
She went outside leaving Ty alone in a crumbling old blacksmiths house. He shakily got to his feet. What is this place, he thought to himself. Suddenly it all came flooding back to him. The tavern. The shady character. The hit. The fight. Then... nothing.
He felt his leg. The gash had seemingly disappeared. He heard voices just outside the door.
"But Blue, he tried to kill you!"
"I know, but he may be able to tell us who sent him"
"What if he tries to kill us again? What if he succeeds?"
"Please, Jenna, it will be absolutely fine"
The pair stepped back into the building.
"So," said the one called Blue, "You woke up. How was your little nap?"
"Spare the jokes for someone who cares" snapped Ty.
"Hey! We just saved your life and this is how you thank us?"
"Well, you did nearly kill me!"
"Says the one who tried to cleave me in two!"
"Well it isn't my fault he wants you dead!"
"WHO?!"
Ty shut his mouth. He had said too much. He sighed. Now that he had failed his task, that cloaked person may come after him. Finally, after much consideration, he told them.
"I met him in a tavern, in a little hamlet north-east from here, he paid me to kill you."
"Who sent you?" pressed Blue.
"Me" came a voice from behind them.
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In the Blade's Hilt |A tale from Triterra|
FantasyAll is well in the Tridom. Wars have stopped, the people are happy and money is flowing freely. It seems that everything is going to be fine. Except it's not. Unbeknownst to the denizens of the Tridom, an ancient evil is returning. An evil with d...
