There! Clare was up ahead! But then- no, was it really Clare? She was looking away from him, now at him. No- it was just the back of her head. I was running towards her at full speed, but she didn't seem to get closer. Then suddenly I was only a few yards away. She started to turn towards me, I held out my arms ready to receive her. Then a quick movement in the woods next ti the path alerted her. Woods? Where had they come from? I could have sworn- A figure burst from the woods. It had chain-mail armor, a familiar helmet, short sword and buckler. The all to familiar hammer over a mountain was emblazoned on his chest and shield. I shouted a warning to Clare, telling her to run- but nothing came out. What was this? Even so the man looked me directly in the eyes, and... he didn't have a face. My silent screams shook the night.
"It was a dream, just a dream," I told myself over and over. Even so I could not escape the feeling of dread that had landed in my stomach. Was Clare okay? Was this a premonition? Then I remembered that faceless man and all thoughts immediately vacated my mind. The man did not need a face to indicate a clear message. He was haunting me. Or rather they were haunting me. The faces of the men I had killed- they were forever seared into my mind. I realized I had been trying to out run the memories of them, as much as I was trying to find Clare. I wondered how many more men I would have to kill before this was all over. It was a dangerous world, and the added threat of the "hammer" soldiers did not help.
I rose stiffly from my place from my "bed" It was really just a nest made from the long grass that grew on this side of the mountain. I had started the decent yesterday, and had already made it out of the god forsaken snow drifts. It was chilly- no- freezing. My canteen water was frozen solid. I strapped my sword onto my back as I had done every morning for a month. There were several things that I wished to do, but doing them would be difficult. For one, I wanted to get a diary. Not like the diaries you think of, making silly entries about your crush or school test. No, I wanted a journal, something to record my life in.
FOURTH WALL BREAK!!! BE AWARE!!!
Wait! I hear you cry. "Aren't you already writing this down- in the future- future past- present- crud my brain broke" and so I respond. Different books silly! I wrote parts of this book from my many journals. Spoiler, my most recent was a flop, it got eaten by a dragon....
P.S. Just read hitchhikers guide to the galaxy- its a really funny well written book- one of my favorites in fact- plus it tells you all about time travel, including the grammar involved with time travel- just do it, like seriously, put this book down and go read it.
BACK TO THE STORY!!!!
But first, I needed to find a town. I needed to get better supplies, more food, and if I was lucky a journal. But first I needed to find a town. And to find a town I needed to find a road. And to find a road I needed to walk, a lot. So nothing actually changed. I continued on as I had been. I realized sometime around midday that I had been walking in some sort of trance. After finding it was too difficult to push the dream from my head, I decided to push every thing out of my mind. Soon my mind was a blank. I had a strange ability to completely blank out. Walking became automatic, and the time flew by so fast I did not notice the sun moving. I didn't eat anything, until it became dark and I came back to reality. Looking around I saw I was on flat ground in a thickly wooded valley. I could see low mountains towering above me on my left and right. I decided this was a good place to make camp, and got out my flint to make a fire. I scavenged around for food. I came up with wild potatoes and some hot root. Hot root is, actually I don't know what plant it is, I just know its really spicy. I made a stew out of what I had found, some celery I had found a few days ago, and the last of my bread. "Shoot! Now I really need to get to a town." The meal was hardy and good. I laid down on a thicker patch of grass, and fell asleep.

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All Adventure Begins with Tragedy
FantasíaFirst book of the Silver Chronicles. Silver was only fourteen years old when it happened. When they came. They destroyed everything he knew and loved. Except one thing. Clare. And she had run. She had just been following Silver's orders, but now th...