The Scourgebane Series, Book 1

The Scourgebane Series, Book 1

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Fiction
Fantasy
The land is called Bastion. It is a world of wonders. And Dangers. A place where beings can achieve many possibilities for great courage as well as great darkness. This is the beginning of one such being, a mortal man named Mikhaelus Josefsson and the part he has yet to play in the grand scheme. Author's Note: All materials that was used in this story such as the characters, places and objects are pure fiction. Any relation to real world people are of pure coincidence. This story belongs to Andro Catis and all my fellow Dungeons and Dragons compatriots in Zamboanga City, all of whom have contributed and expanded this story a great deal. This is our work and we will not hesitate to enforce legal action against those that plagiarized this piece. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE PICTURES AND THEY ARE USED TO PROVIDE VISUAL CONTEXT. Credits belong to the original owner. I will give them their names at the end of the book since I goofed up a little here.
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"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small squad, signaled for them to walk again. They clearly showed fear as they kept going; brandishing their weapons to guard themselves with. "Two are holding lanterns. I'll tell you when you're too close to them." I heard my friend whisper in my ear. I followed the men as I picked up another branch and waited for the right time to break it. They continued to walk through the forest, turning their heads in every direction as if an animal might lunge at them and rip their throats out. I guess in a way I was going to do that. "Go back a few feet." My friend whispered. I carefully distanced myself from the group and waited. "Where is she?" I quickly snapped the stick as soon as he finished asking the question. They stopped and two soldiers raised their lanterns to shine its light in the darkness. I quickly hid behind a tree before both of them turned where I was. A low frustrated growl came from one of the men, "The girl's playing with us. She's out here following our every move." How paranoia can cloud the mind. At nine years old, Silver decided to leave her village for the forest. Since then, she's been hunted; everyday is a fight for her life, every breath she takes could be her last, but she's determined to stay alive. Her life isn't the kind anyone would want to live but she's managed to survive this long so, what's a few more years?

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