Wrath Of Gaia (Part 2)
This is the continued prologue.
Ragnar gritted his teeth as a crossbow bolt skated across the stone directly adjacent his hand, followed by a string of curses from the guard below. Slamming a hook into the stonework, Ragnar twisted and threw a knife at the guards before turning back and resuming his rapid climb. There was a cry of pain from one of the guards as he reached a window and climbed inside.
The Baron stared down at the embroidered case as anxiety gripped his chest. He had received the box as a gift from one of the western kingdoms’, but object had had no opening or lock, and was practically unbreakable. That was, until tonight. He had been just about to settle down f...