Shadowslayer: Rebellion

“He will come someday”, a raspy voice whispered from behind. The sorcerer, startled, turned around to face his mother. The woman began to cough as blood filled her lungs.
Barkoth inquired,”Who will come?’The widow ceased her coughing and looked up at her son with a smile.“Our deliverer will come. You will fall. Men like you always do.”She coughed once more and then finally, in barely a whisper,”Good shall prevail.” With that she breathed no more, now only another corpse laid out on the snow, now just another victim of the horrors of that fateful night.The sorcerer trudged over to his horse that stood pawing at the snow, restless to leave that horrid place. He mounted it slowly, as if in a daze, and began to ride on through the desolate plains, the words of his dying mother echoing through his tortured mind over and over again and on into the night.

An ancient enchantment. A malevolent sorcerer. A mercenary with a dark past. And a boy destined to save his land from utter destruction.
This is the Shadowslayer Chronicles.

Update: During the summer, new chapters should be coming out at least weekly.