The Awakening of the Soul

Chapter 8 The Assasin

Zardoc was up and about traveling along the road hoping to get his new sword from Firearms as soon as he could. Today was the day! He thought. The day he got his sword back! Once he arrived at the armorer's door he knocked on it hoping that firearms was home. The door opened a little. "who is it?"

     "it is i, zardoc old friend. don't tell me you have forgotten who i am," said zardoc.

      "of course i haven't. what are you here for?"

      "the swords of course."

       "ah yes come right in they are perfect for combat now."

     Zardoc went in hoping to get a better sword than the last. "ah its amazing," said zardoc as he held the sword.

     his sword was a long sword perfect for one on one combat. the hilt was the perfect size for his hand and had his crest upon it. "took a while to get the two metals to work well together. and here is darel's."

    firearms took out a sword made of pure gold for the blade and the hilt had markings cut deep into the hilt that made it look like it said oooo. "whats wrong with darel's sword? why are there holes in it?"

    "darel said recreate his father's sword so i thought he would have wanted the holes just like his father had. the holes in my family symbolizes good luck and prosperity to the wielder."

      Zardoc took the swords and paid Firearms for the weapons. "I've got to go now. can't stay til dark."

    "why not?"

    "because darel was attacked by wolves last time."

     "then off you go."

     Zardoc left. he walked down the road enjoying the fresh air. the road was empty. no horses or anything. just zardoc and his sword. "for the wolves of our father!" came a voice.

    What the? zardoc thought. the wolven empire? they really dare attack in broad daylight? just then an arrow hit him on his left arm. the jolt of pain paralyzed him for a second. turning towards where the arrow came from, he saw an archer preparing to fire another one. zardoc jumped to the side as the arrow was fired. zardoc took a dagger out and prepared to throw it. with a flick his hand the dagger flew towards the assasin's chest. blood was spilled here. the archer fell motionlessly to the ground.

    "how dare you!" came a second voice.

    Zardoc turned. there stood a man fully dressed in armor with a sword ready for battle. "so," zardoc started,"u are the fools who want to kill me."

    the man charged. zardoc turned to the side spun his sword and with a flick of his wrist. he beheaded the second assassin. "why go for me alone? fool," muttered zardoc.

   zardoc continued on his way towards the keep with an arrow in his arm. he decided to keep his sword out to just in case there was another assassin ready to charge at him like the other one had. no other man has crossed his path the entire way.

            ****************** First of all I just want to say i am a very young writer. age 12 in fact. it has been hard to write all of this and i would like to thank u if u have stayed on this story since the beginning. this not the end. this story is merely the first book. thank u all. in this case i am not done with this book;)