Tales of a lost world: The Red Wind

Prologue

It has been five hundred years since the last male witch died.

King Darium "The paranoid" sensing that a child of witchcraft would be born soon has created the order of hounds to seek out any male children born to witches. Out of fear that one would be born strong enough to usurp him or worse...

The night was hot in the marshes of Lindenfel. Nothing moved, not even the leaves on the old rotting trees that stood like centuries old paladin's, guarding a treasure that has long been gone.

The screams of a woman could be heard throughout the marsh.

"Get it out of me, please get it out!" screamed the woman in agony but she was not alone, for there were two more figures in the room with her, one was a man of immense stature who stood watching over her, his face masked by darkness. The other, an old woman who's years could not be less than nine-hundred .

"Get it out of me now!" screamed the woman in a tortured voice.

"It's almost done, it's almost out." said the old woman in a vain attempt to calm the girl. But then suddenly she ceased her screams and a new scream emerged, the cry's of a babe rung out.

"Is it a girl?" asked the woman who was still recovering from the birth. The old woman with the child in hand looked at the woman for a second her face hung in dismay.

"No, my child...It is a boy."

"No! Please don't take him. Please, I'll do anything for him, please!" the man who's face was shrouded in darkness was visible for a second and in that second you could see his menacing grin.

"Bring him here! You know the law, sons of witches cannot be allowed to live, it is the will of the King.' he said while drawing his sword.

"Curse your king. We all know why he pursues male witches...your king is weak and he knows, Same goes for you and your order of would-be knights who hunt for children! You must think you're so brave and noble, leave now and never tell of this night again." said the old woman to the man who towered over her.

"Or what you old hag? I've killed more than my fair share of your kind with my blade, who says I won't let him taste your blood."

"Then you have chosen your fiat...now to die!" suddenly the man collapsed to the ground grabbing his throat as the blood started pouring out of his mouth, his face turned pale and fear could be seen in his eyes, then he was dead.

Paying no mind to the man on the floor the old woman looked at the child in her arms. He was very large for a newborn and he had thick crimson hair, like rubies or even blood. His eyes were dark and storied and looked as if they were the eyes of an old warrior who had seen countless battles and lived to tell the tale,

But then the child's screams stopped and his eyes shut.

"Morren what's wrong? Why has he stopped crying? Mother what's wrong!" Morren looked down at the child again and saw his body was limp and he wasn't breathing.

A tear crept its way down her cheek but she tried to contain herself as she told the girl "I'm sorry Lida's, but he....he's gone." she was shaken for a moment, she couldn't believe what she had just heard and then it sunk in.

"No!! he can't be Morren, he can't!" Lida's said frantically as the tears began to pour down her face.

"There has to be a way to bring him back mother there must!"

"There is one way Lida's...but it comes only with great sacrifice."

"I don't care! I'll do anything, what must I do mother?!"