Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

I walked down the path, surrounded by silence. 

I never liked silence, it would make me more wary of my surroundings...

I heard a rustle and I unsheathed my staff, still walking along the dead leaves.

*crunch. *

         *crunch*

  *crunch*

The soft wind whispered my way, that's when they attacked.

A group of masked people dropped from the trees and surrounded me, I counted. 

1,2,3,4,5,6,7.

I swung my staff knocking out the first one instantly, then grabbing ahold of the second ones wrist, twisting it.

I conjured a wave of flame to take over his body and I turned to the third.  I drew a second weapon, my short sword. 

I swung heavily at the third and tumbled as he blocked. I pointed my staff toward him, picking up a large stone rock and throwing it toward him, crushing him between it and a tree.

The forth and fifth came forward together, I lifted my hand and conjured an invisible wall to push them apart, then impaling the forth, then the fifth with my sword.

The sixth also had abilities, but he was weak, I threw my flames at him and he screamed for mercy.

I stood there, surrounded by dead bodies, counting.

1,2,3,4,5,6...

I swung around and blocked a sudden attack by the sevenths sword, he grunted as he pushed away, he stood there for a moment, staring at me through his mask, I could see his lips, trembling slightly.

His breathing was off, and his posture was weak. I pointed my staff toward him and hurled a rock his way.

As he dodged it I hurled another, and another, until he began to retreat.

I followed quickly behind him as he also hurled something my way that I wasn't expecting. Fire.

He also has abilities, a challenge.

The real fight began. I charged forward, swinging my sword multiple times, he blocked each attacked, he avoided everything, he was fast, yet still sloppy...

He rushed away again and we met at a cliff side, with a tall fallen tree working as a bridge to get to the other side.

He faced me, hesitantly stepping backward onto the tree log. 

What is this boy planning?

I began approaching him, pointing my staff toward the log bridge. I lifted it up, startling the boy.

He quickly jumped off the side and landed beside me. I used my staff to hit him in the back and he grunted in pain.

He dropped to the ground and held up his hand in surrender. He faced me and ripped off his mask, I instantly read him.

He was injured, in pain, but still fought. 

Worry and fear took over his face as his voice trembled. "P-please, I won't go back, I CANT go back."

I gave him a confused look. "Back where?"

He didn't answer, he only sat there with his hands up, shaking in pain. 

He was only young. Around fourteen years old. He was a good fighter..

I held out my hand, being unable to kill a child. "Come with me, i'll keep you from that place."


~thank you for reading this short part. I didn't want to write too much as I didn't want to waste time writing a bad story. I would very much appreciate tips and thoughts so I can improve :)~