(Book One)
Two men, both very different yet very much the same. When the last match has been lit, one became blinded by its smoke. A rash decision has been decided, for the two men have agreed upon a duel... But when the last light goes out in the t...
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Chapter 1
The Pen On Parchment
A. Hamilton
In a calm, yet, stressful manner the pen in my hand had completed its journey throughout the piece of parchment. My heart fluttered with anticipation, my hands shook uncontrollably, and my legs wobbled from exhaustion. I could feel the bags under my sore eyes as I arose from my desk. The only sound to be heard in the blanketing darkness was the creak of the floorboard I have just stepped upon. A single stub of a candle sat in its holder illuminating only a fraction of the desk's size. As I grasped the small object, I imagined holding the trigger of the pistol I had to use. I shook the thought away just as the thought of my eldest son facing his death only about three years prior to now. My mouth tightened into a frown as I crept into the hallway.
The doors of the bedrooms in which my seven children was sleeping, came into my view. It caused me great discomfort to whether or not I will be back here alive or dead. My shaky hands turned the knob to my dear wife's room. Her body turned to its side in a deep sleep. Soft snores can be heard. My finger fumbled as I attempted to fold the parchment and place the candle and holder on the table beside the bed. Gently, I placed the paper on the table and made my way over to Eliza. Her face showed peace and beauty. God, I hope I won't mess this up... I placed a soft kiss on her forehead and left the room with the flickering candle and a sense of dread.
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I held the wooden container cautiously as if one of the pistols could go off and a bullet would pierce one of my twitching hands. One of my hand reached into my pocket to retrieve my glasses. I put them on my face and a feeling of fear washed over me. My shoes ominously clicked on the cobblestone road, and few streetlights still held its glow. All of a sudden a light went out as if somebody went up and blew it out. I looked up and around. Now it felt as if somebody was observing me from the shadows. A few beads of sweat came to my forehead and I forced myself to push forward. Another light went out. I began to sprint.
All around lights flickered off. I stopped abruptly and ripped open the box, grabbing a gun.
"Who's there?" I asked into the darkness. No answer. My heart was pounding and cold sweat poured from my pores.
"I'm warning you," I said into the darkness once again. But this time was different. I felt energy surge up around me and the shadows engulfed me. In a flurry I shot out.
