Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Rekindling The Bond ❯ The Enemy In The Mist ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Guardian Gryphon 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.21.2008 | Updated On: 03.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 854 | Visits: 199 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.21.2008 | Updated On: 03.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 854 | Visits: 199 | Status: Work In Progress
Kyle exited the gothic style church as the moon shone down on the small town of Dyer. His body still felt like it was in shock from reading the blood red words of his brother’s killer. Kyle placed a hand on his forehead and sighed deeply, he looked up at the moon his green eyes shining like pale emeralds. He took off his hood and his ear length, light, honey colored hair shone in the moons inescapable light. With no idea where this Night Wolf was Kyle headed in the direction of the horse stable were he left his horse when he entered the town. He walked down the cobble stone pathway of the quiet village, he felt cautious eyes peer down upon him from the windows of the two story buildings. He didn’t bother looking around, knowing they would hide in fright, so he just kept his head down and starred at his feet as he walked.
He got to the stable, and noticed his horse right away. Roan and white in color, the horse greeted him with his familiar shaking of the head. Kyle came up to him, calming him down as he patted the horse’s nose while he untied him. Slowly riding through the entrance on the dirt pathway which soon lead to the wooded forest. Kyle organized his thoughts and planed his next course of action to find the Night Wolf, as he did this his mind wandered to that day that still burns within his heart.
It had been three months since that day when his younger brother, Trevor, disappeared into the forest by where his parents use to live. He remembered perfectly like a old black and white movie playing in his mind. The large cherry tree, his brothers mutilated corpse and the carving in the tree that stated the killers name. Why did he leave his name? Did he want Kyle to find him for revenge, or was there more to it? The endless questions ran through Kyle’s mind. His head hurt from the endless concentration on the subject, it would even lead to sleepless nights. Kyle was glad that Night Wolf did leave his name for he would still be wondering who the killer was.
Kyle’s thoughts were interrupted when he saw that the path in front of him was staring to get foggy. The horse slowed down considerably, placing one leg in front of the other. He thought it strange for a clear night to become foggy, so quickly. Out of his experience he had a feeling that someone or something was creating the heavy mist. Armed with a short steel sheathed sword, that hangs by his waist, he knew that he would not be taken down so easily. His swordsmanship was unmatched. When he was only ten years old the only one that got close enough to defeating him was his younger brother, no one else. Endless hours of training before and after his brother’s death was working up to find this killer. Nothing else mattered to him, he had no other goals.
Kyle dismounted off his horse and unsheathed his sword. The steel sheath was painted black. The sword itself had a sliver steel hilt and a formidable double-edged straight blade. Even though the fog hung heavy in the air making it impossible to see anything around him, Kyle still heard footsteps against the rough ground. He smirked and was prepared for the attack he was waiting for, but only two questions remained. What was their purpose for this attack, and who were they?
Kyle’s eyes narrowed as he heard the enemy unsheathe their swords, he counted three people by the number of blades he heard. Evil laughter came soon after, and then out from the heavy fog came a man dressed in a dark brown trench coat. Kyle moved into a fighting position his eyes projecting an evil glare.
“Your name is Kyle I presume?” The dark brown haired man asked this voice thick with darkness.
Kyle smirked but did not relax his grip on the hilt. “Why do you want to know?” Kyle looked down to see a long thin blade that the man was holding with his left hand. ‘So he is left handed, this shall be easy.’ Kyle thought to himself. ‘But what he doesn’t know is that I already know the location of his other two friends that are with him.’ Kyle smiled, the man saw this and frowned.
“Your smiling, why is this? Can’t you see that Night Wolf has sent me to eliminate you.” The man’s eyes shined a dark blue as he went into his fighting stance. Kyle’s eyes went wide with shock and his smile diminished into a menacing frown.
“Tell me...” Kyle was filled with such anger that he was not even able to speak accurately. “What is your name?”
“Its Rowen,” he answered smirking.
He got to the stable, and noticed his horse right away. Roan and white in color, the horse greeted him with his familiar shaking of the head. Kyle came up to him, calming him down as he patted the horse’s nose while he untied him. Slowly riding through the entrance on the dirt pathway which soon lead to the wooded forest. Kyle organized his thoughts and planed his next course of action to find the Night Wolf, as he did this his mind wandered to that day that still burns within his heart.
It had been three months since that day when his younger brother, Trevor, disappeared into the forest by where his parents use to live. He remembered perfectly like a old black and white movie playing in his mind. The large cherry tree, his brothers mutilated corpse and the carving in the tree that stated the killers name. Why did he leave his name? Did he want Kyle to find him for revenge, or was there more to it? The endless questions ran through Kyle’s mind. His head hurt from the endless concentration on the subject, it would even lead to sleepless nights. Kyle was glad that Night Wolf did leave his name for he would still be wondering who the killer was.
Kyle’s thoughts were interrupted when he saw that the path in front of him was staring to get foggy. The horse slowed down considerably, placing one leg in front of the other. He thought it strange for a clear night to become foggy, so quickly. Out of his experience he had a feeling that someone or something was creating the heavy mist. Armed with a short steel sheathed sword, that hangs by his waist, he knew that he would not be taken down so easily. His swordsmanship was unmatched. When he was only ten years old the only one that got close enough to defeating him was his younger brother, no one else. Endless hours of training before and after his brother’s death was working up to find this killer. Nothing else mattered to him, he had no other goals.
Kyle dismounted off his horse and unsheathed his sword. The steel sheath was painted black. The sword itself had a sliver steel hilt and a formidable double-edged straight blade. Even though the fog hung heavy in the air making it impossible to see anything around him, Kyle still heard footsteps against the rough ground. He smirked and was prepared for the attack he was waiting for, but only two questions remained. What was their purpose for this attack, and who were they?
Kyle’s eyes narrowed as he heard the enemy unsheathe their swords, he counted three people by the number of blades he heard. Evil laughter came soon after, and then out from the heavy fog came a man dressed in a dark brown trench coat. Kyle moved into a fighting position his eyes projecting an evil glare.
“Your name is Kyle I presume?” The dark brown haired man asked this voice thick with darkness.
Kyle smirked but did not relax his grip on the hilt. “Why do you want to know?” Kyle looked down to see a long thin blade that the man was holding with his left hand. ‘So he is left handed, this shall be easy.’ Kyle thought to himself. ‘But what he doesn’t know is that I already know the location of his other two friends that are with him.’ Kyle smiled, the man saw this and frowned.
“Your smiling, why is this? Can’t you see that Night Wolf has sent me to eliminate you.” The man’s eyes shined a dark blue as he went into his fighting stance. Kyle’s eyes went wide with shock and his smile diminished into a menacing frown.
“Tell me...” Kyle was filled with such anger that he was not even able to speak accurately. “What is your name?”
“Its Rowen,” he answered smirking.
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