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Sunday, August 7, 2011

Chapter three: Dartanion's Fall from Grace. Attack on the Temple 949AD. The undiscovered land.

Falcon stood at the alters in frozen shock.  Parthenia'l lifeless body was gutted and her inards were hanging to the side.  Tears rolled down Falcon's face as the look of anguish over took him.  He could see on the other four alters that the other wives faired no diffrently.  Then in that instant a change took place in Falcon.  Something snapped.  A swell of red hatred erupted in him but it was the final robed man standing thrity feet from the alters who saw something else.  The torches in the room suddenly were inefficient to light the room.  Falcon seemed to go from a man boiling in his own kettle-pot of rage, to a black void with a misty red aura as if the void was trying to use the mist to make a dark personification of a man.  Within the black void the eyes were the only thing that could be seen.  The other knights didn't see this eerie vision and Falcon himself was completly oblivious to what was taking place.  But the robed man saw it all and he knew it could mean only one thing.
"IT IS DONE, SIR FALCON THE BOLD".  Dartanion said his name with mocking disgust.  "THE NAZEEM HAS MARKED YOU!!!  YOU CAN NO LONGER ESCAPE YOUR FATE ANYMORE THAN I CAN ESCAPE MINE!!!
And with that Falcon and his men filled with vengful hatred lunged towards Dartanion.  Within hours after Falcon's order for the temple's constant bombardment the temple was in ruins.  Satisfied with their deeds the men made coffins for their slain wives and headed back to the ships to prepare for the long trip back to England.
Amist the huge pile of burning debris movement takes place.  Huge bricks each weighing a ton were pushed off to the side.  A severly burnt hand emerged for the opening pushing aside more stone.  A figure pulled itself out of the rubble.  Its robe was littlered with soot and burnholes, the figure slowly stood.  It gazed at the trail of torches off in the distance, then lowered into a crouch.  It then bounded off the large mound and raced towards the army at inhuman speed like a savage beast on the hunt.  As it leaped into the air light from the full moon glistened across a ghostly white mask covered by a ragged hood.  The mask along with the figure dissapeared into the shadows.

More blood will be spilled before the night ends.

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