In the cool dark of the night the figure glided past the columns and then through a doorway. His dual parentage brought him many abilities that no mortal could compare with. It was also a curse, if ever he should depart this life then there would be no resurrection for him. He could not stop though; he ached for the thrills of combat, living on the edge between life and oblivion. Tomorrow he would tell the guards to be more observant in their duties, but now he had got through two checkpoints and could see Kaleen nodding as he sat guarding Colman and Fech, or so he thought.
Walking loudly he saw that Kaleen looked in his direction and stood to greet… the king’s champion.
Nodding arrogantly Kaleen greeted his superior, “Captain.”
“I could not sleep. I thought I would take a walk around the palace.”
“It is strange that you come near the cells when your men may be for the chop on the morrow?”
“Are they giving you any trouble?”
“No, I am well able to handle them.”
“They seem to be very quiet,” said Kendra as he looked through the gap in the door.”
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Kendra
FantasyDark he was and olive eyed. Fierce as the sun and white as the moon. He led an army of 10,000 men all trained in the arts of war. He lived in the Bosom of Abraham with his wife and children, but warred upon the earth to satiate his battle lust and n...
