Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Rekindling The Bond ❯ Only The Beginning Of The Storm ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Guardian Gryphon 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.26.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 171 | Status: Work In Progress
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.26.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 171 | Status: Work In Progress
Whirling wind blown torrents of rain where like daggers hitting his face, blinding him as the horse galloped through the mud ridden trail. Mud came spitting up from the horses hooves on to his cloak. Kyle looked up towards the sky for only a moment and noticed it light up brightly. “Damn thunder,” he growled to himself. Thunder was heard moments after like the heavens themselves were falling to some great dark power. Kyle held the rains tighter and kicked the horse with his heels. The horse went so fast in that one moment in time it felt as if he was flying. Thunder and lightening increased in the skies above them. The rain felt more like tiny needles now which seemed to hurt more. Kyle trusted the horse to follow the path in front of them because it was dark and the rain made it unbearable to open his eyes. Lighting struck the tree that was up head of them, scaring the horse and making him rear up in fear. He held on to the rains tighter but they were wet and slick, he lost his grip and fell backwards off his horse. His back rammed against the ground, pain shot up his spine sending him into almost complete shock. His horse galloped off into eternal darkness of the forest that surrounded the muddy trail. Kyle slowly closed his eyes as he could do nothing but lay there in pain as the rain poured down upon his face.
Closing his eyes, memories of his brother and family flashed before him like worn out photographs detreating with age. The last photograph was of the night his mother and father disappeared, in rage of what chaos Adann has brought upon his life he shot open his eyes and grabbed his sword. He lifted it directly over his head and pulling out the sword from its sheathe, he squinted his eyes and examined the blade. A flash of lightening was heard near by as it lit up the area. In that split second when the lightening hit he recollected a black wolf pictured on the thin blade.
“You will die by my sword and my sword alone, Adann.” Kyle sheathed his sword and used it as a support to help him stand.
His body was exhausted as he limped down the moonlit trail. The rain finally stopped after slowing down considerably leaving him soaked to the bone and cold. The clouds disappeared from the sky leaving only the pure white moon and stars. His back was stiff and sore, his neck still bled from the thin knife cut he received. His determination of killing Adaan Baine was the only thing keeping him from quitting. His eyes grew heavy with sleep and he would catch himself every once in the while dozing off. It seemed like months since he knew a good nights sleep. The heavy covers, the fluffy pillow supporting his head, and the warm room surrounding it all, but he could not think of such a thing until his mission was complete.
He traveled a few more yards down the trail until he noticed a single lone light off to the side of the road and down a gully. The wind blew, moving the trees, the moon light shone through for only a few seconds and reflected off a glass window. Kyle’s tired eyes lit up as he managed down the hill parcially slipping on the wet ground. He rubbed his hands together, the leather gloves that covered them were no protection from the chilled night air. He stumbled the rest of the way to the door smelling the wood burning from the fire place inside.
Coming upon the small cottage the door was wooden, old, and the door knob was almost falling off. Being so cold and tired he did not care how the place looked on the outside as long as it was warm. He looked through the window and he saw a large fire place taking up half the room, just like he thought. Cares were not important when it came to the residents inside.
His hands were numb and chapped and he could not feel them actually hitting the door in front of him, was it an illusion? Is this little piece of heaven actually here? As he hit the door once it slipped open. A warm herbal smell quickly surrounded all of his senses and the fire quickly became a dizzying blurry picture in his vision.
In a darkened hallway only lit by the moonlight from outside, two mysterious figures one cloaked in dark red while the other in black are seen passing each other in the hallway. The two have their hoods up and the one figure has blood clearly seen splattered across his face. The hallway that they are in has one wall that is completely made out of glass. The ceiling has built in windows where the moon light is able to seep through. The two figures stop dead in their tracks not bothering to turn an look at one another.
“One of your best soldiers has died today,” the man with the blood splattered face stated, “Along with two other soldiers, it seems that they were outnumbered by only a single person.”
The crimson cloaked man looked up towards one of the windows on the ceiling and starred at the moon, lighting up his face. A scar ran down his left cheek and another scar was seen running diagonally down his chin and onto his neck. His eyes were a deep mysterious black, they were like black holes that tied you down and sucked you in, never letting its casualties escape, eyes that only a demon could have.
“So I have heard, Rowen was his name correct?” the scared face man asked calmly.
“Yes,” the other man answered, “Do you know who could have done this?”
The scared man smirked. “Of course, he was the one I told you about. The one who’s brother I have killed, the one know as the cunning fox.” The scared man did not have to give any more clues away, for the other man knew.
“Oh yes,” he said with awaking wiseness, “The man known only as Kyle, you plan on killing him next correct?”
“Yes, once he finds me that is,” The scared man gave out a crazed laugh as he continued to walk to where he was going before. The scarlet cloak of the killer billowed behind him as the hallway filled with evil laughter.
Closing his eyes, memories of his brother and family flashed before him like worn out photographs detreating with age. The last photograph was of the night his mother and father disappeared, in rage of what chaos Adann has brought upon his life he shot open his eyes and grabbed his sword. He lifted it directly over his head and pulling out the sword from its sheathe, he squinted his eyes and examined the blade. A flash of lightening was heard near by as it lit up the area. In that split second when the lightening hit he recollected a black wolf pictured on the thin blade.
“You will die by my sword and my sword alone, Adann.” Kyle sheathed his sword and used it as a support to help him stand.
His body was exhausted as he limped down the moonlit trail. The rain finally stopped after slowing down considerably leaving him soaked to the bone and cold. The clouds disappeared from the sky leaving only the pure white moon and stars. His back was stiff and sore, his neck still bled from the thin knife cut he received. His determination of killing Adaan Baine was the only thing keeping him from quitting. His eyes grew heavy with sleep and he would catch himself every once in the while dozing off. It seemed like months since he knew a good nights sleep. The heavy covers, the fluffy pillow supporting his head, and the warm room surrounding it all, but he could not think of such a thing until his mission was complete.
He traveled a few more yards down the trail until he noticed a single lone light off to the side of the road and down a gully. The wind blew, moving the trees, the moon light shone through for only a few seconds and reflected off a glass window. Kyle’s tired eyes lit up as he managed down the hill parcially slipping on the wet ground. He rubbed his hands together, the leather gloves that covered them were no protection from the chilled night air. He stumbled the rest of the way to the door smelling the wood burning from the fire place inside.
Coming upon the small cottage the door was wooden, old, and the door knob was almost falling off. Being so cold and tired he did not care how the place looked on the outside as long as it was warm. He looked through the window and he saw a large fire place taking up half the room, just like he thought. Cares were not important when it came to the residents inside.
His hands were numb and chapped and he could not feel them actually hitting the door in front of him, was it an illusion? Is this little piece of heaven actually here? As he hit the door once it slipped open. A warm herbal smell quickly surrounded all of his senses and the fire quickly became a dizzying blurry picture in his vision.
In a darkened hallway only lit by the moonlight from outside, two mysterious figures one cloaked in dark red while the other in black are seen passing each other in the hallway. The two have their hoods up and the one figure has blood clearly seen splattered across his face. The hallway that they are in has one wall that is completely made out of glass. The ceiling has built in windows where the moon light is able to seep through. The two figures stop dead in their tracks not bothering to turn an look at one another.
“One of your best soldiers has died today,” the man with the blood splattered face stated, “Along with two other soldiers, it seems that they were outnumbered by only a single person.”
The crimson cloaked man looked up towards one of the windows on the ceiling and starred at the moon, lighting up his face. A scar ran down his left cheek and another scar was seen running diagonally down his chin and onto his neck. His eyes were a deep mysterious black, they were like black holes that tied you down and sucked you in, never letting its casualties escape, eyes that only a demon could have.
“So I have heard, Rowen was his name correct?” the scared face man asked calmly.
“Yes,” the other man answered, “Do you know who could have done this?”
The scared man smirked. “Of course, he was the one I told you about. The one who’s brother I have killed, the one know as the cunning fox.” The scared man did not have to give any more clues away, for the other man knew.
“Oh yes,” he said with awaking wiseness, “The man known only as Kyle, you plan on killing him next correct?”
“Yes, once he finds me that is,” The scared man gave out a crazed laugh as he continued to walk to where he was going before. The scarlet cloak of the killer billowed behind him as the hallway filled with evil laughter.