\"Awakened Sample\" - Prologue
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Pollak Warrick stood at the battlements of Dark would keep gazing out over the king's army, which surrounded the ancient castle. The king, even that weakling at the urging of the priesthood of Territo, had found his courage and turned against him at the last. As the dawn drew nigh, Warrick thought back to that fateful night 10 years past. He could still feel the stab of the assassin's blade as they fought. He won that battle, but I lost that which was most dear to him in life. His young mistress and their son. Again, he saw the tourney and broken body of the boy in the battered face of the woman. She had been like a part of him, and when the priests murdered her, they had killed him as well. Work was just taking longer to die. He looked up as Galen Elf hurried toward him. Galen was the last of his kind still alive. So it was said and a powerful major news. 1/2 my lord breathed Galen. What care I for knows, rumbled the huge warrior. She is dead, Galen long since, as will I be soon enough, she has reborn. My lord hissed Galen to an F woman. Has she been born? Find her again in this life. I fear you will not. This I do know ground Warrick. He seized Galen by the cloak and shook him violently. I would have a spell on me off to help me find her in the next life. It has been prophesized, my friend replied Galen, as he pried the old warriors hand from his cloak and gently squeezed his shoulder. And so shall it be he turned, had fled the wall When the morning broke over the ridge, the attack came within the hour. The gate was down in the enemy was within the walls. Warrick stood with his back to the towering stone battlements, swinging his huge broad sword back and forth like a skit off death. He was bleeding from a dozen wounds, arm or any one of which could have been fatal. As he slowly sank toe one knee work was heard to gasp. Now Galen, damn you! Now, as he spoke, a mist of golden night surrounded him for a few seconds when the golden mist was gone. Lord work Terror of the priesthood of Territo laid dead in a pool of his own blood. Far to the north and a camp of the Wild Klansmen, a newborn child was suddenly surrounded with silver light. The midwife have thought him unlikely to survive. But in that night he began to scream lustily, South of the dark would keep deep within a cavern, an old maid smiled to himself. It is done, he side to his tall companion. But she is now Elf Bone and will have a very long life. Indeed, he is only human. His life will be as long as hers. I guarantee it about a cold voice beside him. This time they will find each other and the prophecy will be fulfilled. The one eyed God just nodded his agreement and vanished.