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It was a warm night in Kralenvic, despite the fact that winter was right at their doorstep. A full moon shone brightly, illuminating the Castle of the First, the stars twinkling brilliantly. Most slept soundly in such late hours, but one man stirred restlessly in his unkept bed. His dark matted hair covered most of his face; he lay sprawled out on his bed face down, his breath was shallow and his teeth clenched. The lumps protruding from his bed at weird angles cast strange shadows on dirty white sheets. The room had only one bed and a small rickety old chair for furnishings. The pale light that came in from the barred window; a cool breeze blew through bringing with it the fresh smell of dirt.
The man sat up, his dark skin defined against the rough sheets that were tangled around him. His blood shot eyes searched the room, his hand shot to the floor as he snapped up the old dagger lying there. His claw like fingers wrapped around the gold etched handle and he pulled it out flashing it in the faint light.
He had found the dagger while scouring some old castle ruins in the Forest of the Fallen. He didn’t know the small blades history or that of the golden wings etched into its hilt, but he knew he must have it. The dagger called him and blindly he listened like a lost street dog being lured with the promise of food. Since then, it’s become no more than some old dagger; its need of him was coming to a close.
He stood up as the metal latch lifted and the door unlocked, the sheets fell from around him revealing his undressed body. He was covered in hair and filth, he stank of unwashed sewer rat and his nails and teeth were a sickly brown. The door opened fully and the woman on the other side shrieked in fright as she stared at the wild, naked man holding a glistening dagger “Sorry” she muttered closing her eyes and turning away.
Embarrassed, the man quickly dropped the dagger and grabbed a sheet to cover himself with. The dagger hit the ground clattering loudly; if anyone had been paying attention to the blade they would have seen the traces of skeletons on the blade become more defined. Traced all the way to the tip they just stood the dead eyes staring into nothing as the wings on the hilt spread outward wrapping all the way around, the tips meeting on the other side. Its journey had begun.
Muttering apologizes the gray clad servant hesitantly opened the door again. She wore a layered gray and white skirt with a gray woolen shirt and a torn black belt. Her hair was held up in a gray bonnet in typical servant manner “I-I brought y-you some garments s-sir.” She stammered holding some clothes out to him. He took them greedily and the servant stepped back as if she might catch some exotic disease from the man. “I-I am to take you t-to see h-his Lordship” she said, stepping out and closing the door so the man could get dressed.
Although the servants’ garments were strange, they were perfect for fading into the background, which was very handy as a servant. “Why?” The man demanded starting to get changed, “He d-did not say” replied the girl irritably. “He just w-wishes to see y-you,” she said tapping her foot impatiently, glancing around the bleak hallway. The torches on the wall did little to banish the dark of night. Finally, he stepped out fully dressed, his ragged beard covered most of his face and his greasy black hair was matted into unwanted dreads, as it fell to his shoulders but he looked as presentable as he ever would. His face wasn’t exactly pleased while following the maid down the corridors toward the main chambers.
Everything looked the same as they hurried past closed wooden doors, slipping by countless torches hanging on the walls and corridors that all looked the same. Finally they came to a large wooden door “The dining hall?” the man asked, scratching his scraggly chin. The girl merely nodded and stepped aside. She nodded and entered the servants’ door to the dining hall off to the side without another word.
The man was left standing alone staring at the large door, even though he was just below the height of an average man the door was a good couple heads taller than him. It was wide enough for several people to come through at once and made completely of steel enforced wood. He stood for a moment shifting uncomfortably in his woolen clothes. They were nothing more than brown worker pants and a green shirt with a brown vest over it. Uncertainty, he knocked on the door “Come in!” a powerful voice bellowed from the other side of the door.
Startled, he jumped, before quickly opening the door. Stepping into the brightly lit room, he squinted half picking up his arm to shield his eyes then thinking better of it. One of the guards closed the door behind him and took up his position once more. “Brian!” the voice bellowed again, the man stepped stumbled forward as he heard his name. “Why you look like a street dog!” the man bellowed, he was dressed in rich silver and gold silks, he wore a fur trimmed gold and silver cloak over his kingly attire. His shirt was white with gold streaking across it, his pants made of the same style, but with silver streaking across it. On his head he wore a crown, made of white gold, it was covered in fine diamonds, and topazes worth more than what everyone in his kingdom combined owned. Brian grumbled angrily and looked up at his older brother; “Hello King Daegen” Brian called in return bowing politely.
This is just the prologue for my work in progress, and it is very much so in progress. Just tell me what you think if you don't mind, if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes I apologize but please point them out to me so I may make amends. Also, I don't like either of the names mentioned here, Brian and Daegen, so if you can think of something better please voice your comment. Other then that enjoy.
The man sat up, his dark skin defined against the rough sheets that were tangled around him. His blood shot eyes searched the room, his hand shot to the floor as he snapped up the old dagger lying there. His claw like fingers wrapped around the gold etched handle and he pulled it out flashing it in the faint light.
He had found the dagger while scouring some old castle ruins in the Forest of the Fallen. He didn’t know the small blades history or that of the golden wings etched into its hilt, but he knew he must have it. The dagger called him and blindly he listened like a lost street dog being lured with the promise of food. Since then, it’s become no more than some old dagger; its need of him was coming to a close.
He stood up as the metal latch lifted and the door unlocked, the sheets fell from around him revealing his undressed body. He was covered in hair and filth, he stank of unwashed sewer rat and his nails and teeth were a sickly brown. The door opened fully and the woman on the other side shrieked in fright as she stared at the wild, naked man holding a glistening dagger “Sorry” she muttered closing her eyes and turning away.
Embarrassed, the man quickly dropped the dagger and grabbed a sheet to cover himself with. The dagger hit the ground clattering loudly; if anyone had been paying attention to the blade they would have seen the traces of skeletons on the blade become more defined. Traced all the way to the tip they just stood the dead eyes staring into nothing as the wings on the hilt spread outward wrapping all the way around, the tips meeting on the other side. Its journey had begun.
Muttering apologizes the gray clad servant hesitantly opened the door again. She wore a layered gray and white skirt with a gray woolen shirt and a torn black belt. Her hair was held up in a gray bonnet in typical servant manner “I-I brought y-you some garments s-sir.” She stammered holding some clothes out to him. He took them greedily and the servant stepped back as if she might catch some exotic disease from the man. “I-I am to take you t-to see h-his Lordship” she said, stepping out and closing the door so the man could get dressed.
Although the servants’ garments were strange, they were perfect for fading into the background, which was very handy as a servant. “Why?” The man demanded starting to get changed, “He d-did not say” replied the girl irritably. “He just w-wishes to see y-you,” she said tapping her foot impatiently, glancing around the bleak hallway. The torches on the wall did little to banish the dark of night. Finally, he stepped out fully dressed, his ragged beard covered most of his face and his greasy black hair was matted into unwanted dreads, as it fell to his shoulders but he looked as presentable as he ever would. His face wasn’t exactly pleased while following the maid down the corridors toward the main chambers.
Everything looked the same as they hurried past closed wooden doors, slipping by countless torches hanging on the walls and corridors that all looked the same. Finally they came to a large wooden door “The dining hall?” the man asked, scratching his scraggly chin. The girl merely nodded and stepped aside. She nodded and entered the servants’ door to the dining hall off to the side without another word.
The man was left standing alone staring at the large door, even though he was just below the height of an average man the door was a good couple heads taller than him. It was wide enough for several people to come through at once and made completely of steel enforced wood. He stood for a moment shifting uncomfortably in his woolen clothes. They were nothing more than brown worker pants and a green shirt with a brown vest over it. Uncertainty, he knocked on the door “Come in!” a powerful voice bellowed from the other side of the door.
Startled, he jumped, before quickly opening the door. Stepping into the brightly lit room, he squinted half picking up his arm to shield his eyes then thinking better of it. One of the guards closed the door behind him and took up his position once more. “Brian!” the voice bellowed again, the man stepped stumbled forward as he heard his name. “Why you look like a street dog!” the man bellowed, he was dressed in rich silver and gold silks, he wore a fur trimmed gold and silver cloak over his kingly attire. His shirt was white with gold streaking across it, his pants made of the same style, but with silver streaking across it. On his head he wore a crown, made of white gold, it was covered in fine diamonds, and topazes worth more than what everyone in his kingdom combined owned. Brian grumbled angrily and looked up at his older brother; “Hello King Daegen” Brian called in return bowing politely.
This is just the prologue for my work in progress, and it is very much so in progress. Just tell me what you think if you don't mind, if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes I apologize but please point them out to me so I may make amends. Also, I don't like either of the names mentioned here, Brian and Daegen, so if you can think of something better please voice your comment. Other then that enjoy.