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Chapter 1 - part 1.

The sun broke through my eye lids and blinded me despite them being shut. Its heat had warmed the sand beneath giving me even more discomfort as I felt each grain burn against my flesh. My lips, so parched, I could not even speak. It was the beginning of a day much like many other days I have awoken to the same situation.

I rubbed my eyes to adjust them to the sun. The light slowly adjusted as I was able to look around. The winds have swept enough sand over me to cover nearly half of my body. I slowly lifted my arm from my temporary tomb and watched as the sand fell from the white linen covering my arm. I sat up and looked around for my turban. I saw the red feather from the top sticking out of the sand, alerting me of its presence. I lifted it from the ground and shook it attempting to remove any extra sand as well as creatures who may have made it their home. I placed the hat on my head as I stood up.

The sun continued to beat down on me but it was nothing that I was not use to. I have always lived in the deserts of Kehjistan. I wondered through the desolate cities that have some how made a home in these barren lands. I look for work, any work that pays. I have often found work using my skills to aid others as they foolishly wander the desert looking for treasures. I stand faithfully by their side, fighting off anyone or anything that would be be in our way. A mercenary is the life I have chosen to live.

I began walking through the desert headed for Lut Gholein. I had to catch the boat across the divide, although the water seemed like an oasis now. The boat left only once a week and I did not wish to stay on this side any longer.



It was two days ago that a man had paid me to escort him to Caldeum. He did not tell me why he was headed there and I did not ask. It was not my job to know why, just to protect. We walked for days across the barren land. The sands brushed against us, at times, so harshly we had to stop to find cover. We had finally made our way to Caldeum and that is when it happened. The truth of his journey was shown to me.

The man offered me ten gold to kill a man, no questions asked. Foolishly, I took accepted the job. I had never killed anyone before without just cause but I was desperate for the money. I ventured into the city looking for this man. I found him in a shop, he was purchasing metal, for what I did not know. I waited for the man in a back alley, waiting for him to leave the store so I could complete my job. As he walked past me, I thrusted my spear straight into the man's chest. My spear pierced his heart and exited out the other side of his chest. I withdrew my spear just as quickly as I had used it. The man feel to the ground as I slipped further back into the alley. Panic hit the streets. That is when I heard the voice of a young woman. She cried for her husband as she held the man's dead body in her arms.

As I returned to the man for my money, the town's people had captured him. He was hanging from a roof top as the citizens yelled about the evil he has brought upon their city. Since his arrival, his presence in the city has brought along the death of one of their Nobles. Men who spent their lives protecting the citizens of this town. Citizens who could not defend themselves from tyranny that has poured into the leaders of this city.

The men threw the stranger from the roof with a rope around his neck. However, where his body should have gone limp, his body only disappeared in a puff of smoke. I shamefully left the city undetected. I had never given much thought about the men I have escorted through this desert and their reasoning for wanting to cross this rugged terrain however, I could not feel like I was used this time. A darker source had used me to slain an innocent man. Not just an innocent man, but one who protected the weak.



I walked towards the boat leaving for Lut Gholein. This boat was a chance to star over. A chance to use my skills for a more worthy cause. A chance to erase the poor deed I had committed.

Cool story dude! Are you creating these on your own, or are they from the books?

All of my stories are original. This is not to say there are some subconscious influences from other sources but I never go into a story thinking about another one and trying to replicate it. I try to create something unique, or at least unique to me.

Excellent! Well keep them coming, I enjoy reading them.

Thanks, I have three stories currently going and an RP that I am running. I will try to continue these stories some more. I am glad you enjoyed it.

Chapter 1 - part 2.

There it was, the boat to Lut Gholein, the boat to free me from my past. The boat sat on shimmering sea. While the sun scorched the sands beneath me, it turned the water into a sea of crystal. The boat gently rocked as the waves brushed up against the sand. The palm trees lined the coast showing the only signs of life in this barren waste land. I stood and watched as other pilgrimage to a new and better land. Perhaps they were avoiding their past like me, perhaps they were looking to start a new life. The women and children hung on tightly to their few possessions as they boarded the ship. Most carried little to nothing, nothing was all this land afforded. I was no different. I had my bow on my back and that was it.

I walked down the sand dune to the ship. It was even more magnificent up close. I walked across the plank that lead up to the ship were I was eagerly introduced to the Captain of the ship. "Welcome aboard" was all he said as I was quickly ushered to the other side of the boat. One of the ship's crew walked past me and threw me down to the ground. "Outta the way" he said to me as he quickly continued his walk. I gathered myself and and stood back up as I brushed the sand off my pants that had managed to sweep itself onto the boat. I walked up to the edge and looked out. It was an amazing sight, no land could be seen on the other side. It was as if Lut Gholein was a world away from this one.

I followed the rest of the travelers below deck. They herded us like cattle. The sailors on either side of us demanding us where to go. The clean salt air was soon replaced with a vile stench. The people below the ship were packed together as tightly as possible to allow more room for more passengers. I found myself pressed against two other men and a child. The bow on my back pressed deep into my skin as more and more people were shoved into the tiny hull.

People around me were talking of their pasts and their plans for the future. They spoke of green fields and forests that you could not see through. Just as their hopes were rising, the decks doors shut as the slim light disappeared. Only the cracks of the ceiling gave light to us. We bumped around, not knowing who we were bumping into. The sound of the anchor could be heard on the port side of the ship as a grinding sound was heard underneath. I was on my way to my new beginning.

Nice work you got there ScyberDragon!

Chapter 1 - part 3

As the boat came to a screeching halt, the sound of the boat rubbing against the sand could be heard from below. The sailors opened the doors from the deck above and the sun came rushing in. The fresh sea air soon masked the horrible odor that had developed from all of these people being crammed together. The people soon began to shuffle out from below onto the deck. I shuffled with them, people bumping and pushing, everyone eager to get off board.

I raised my hand over my brow to block the blinding sun from my unadjusted eyes. I checked my belongings to ensure nobody had taken any of my possessions while we were below. My bow sat comfortably on my side, my turban snug on my head.

I eagerly jumped from the side of the boat into some shallow water. The water was cool and refreshing. The waves gently pulled me towards the shore. I made my way up the beach and through the docks. After walking up a flight a stairs I saw it, the city that was to be my redemption. I ran past the other people who had gotten off of the ship and made my way through the entrance gates. Two giant wooden doors, each at least seven meters tall. The stood open, welcoming anyone and everyone into the city.

Once inside, the sounds of street vendors, children playing and guards marching filled my ears. Everyone seemed so happy, so blissful. There was not a look of concern in anyone's eye, not even the guards. Women let their children play about the streets without any concerns for danger. Street vendors sold wares, the likes I had never seen. It was beautiful.

Really enjoying the story Scyber.

Keep it going!

Yes, please, keep it coming.

Lol Scyber just post this for the Blizzard writing contest. I'm sure you can win this is really good.

I am actually thinking about it I just need to add some sort of climax/action and a finish.