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...and the last part of the prologue.
The moment the amulet had hit the floor; the whole city had begun to shake violently. Houses began to collapse, towers fell and fire began to spread across the rooftops as everything except for the ground forming a radius around the Baron's tower was slowly destroyed beyond recognition.
Not too far upstream, a natural dam stood. A mass of rocks and rotting logs, the dam kept the river at bay while forming an artificial lake above the blockage.
When the earthquake began, the logs started crack and break apart, allowing the pressure of the lake above to push through and enhance the steady increase of pressure until finally, the dam exploded, letting loose a raging torrent of wood, rock and water.
Ragnar slammed a bolt into the wooden floor at the base of the window, and then tied a length of rope around it tightly before tying the other end to another bolt, which he fitted into his crossbow.
Done with preparations, he opened the tower window, then stopped as the desolation was revealed to him. In the 3 minutes he had been in the tower, the city had turned into a scene that looked like a dragon had passed through and torched the place.
He shook his head and aimed at a chimney that was still standing. He paused for a split-second; raised his crossbow up a foot, then released the bolt into the air.
There was a faint clack as the bolt slammed into the chimney, followed by a high pitched whirring sound as the man zip lined down the rope.
Right before he reached the end of the line, the chimney shuddered and collapsed, causing the line to go slack and releasing the man onto a roof, which caved in beneath him.
He landed with a grunt in a cloud of dust and covered his mouth to prevent the particles from entering his lungs, then stood and began to climb off of the wreckage.
A small hand grabbed his ankle, making him pause and look down at the skeletal hand weakly clawing at him. Someone who had gotten trapped in the collapse he had caused.
'They should have gotten out when they could.' Ragnar thought to himself as he kicked the hand aside and climbed off of the wreckage.
The men who hired him had wanted him to kill the Baron and take his amulet, but they hadn't said anything about the whole city being destroyed. They had found him at one of the usual places. A shady bar on the eastern side, near the river. The river was an effective barrier blocking the poor from the rich. It meant good business for the rich without the filth of the city clogging the gutters.
After a few minutes of jogging, Ragnar reached the bridge. It began to slowly shake as he stepped onto it, and he ignored it just as he would the swaying of a ship at sea.
It was just another tremor though, and was over just as fast as it had started.
Ragnar continued walking, reaching the apex of the bridge as the shaking began once more. This time starting as a low rumbling and slowly increasing to a loud roar, filling his ears with sound. Finally, the realization came to him as he turned his head and looked upstream.
The frothing mass of water met his eyes and he turned to run, but he had nowhere to go as the flood swept over him and the bridge, blocking them from view.
Half a minute later, the flood died down to it's old calm self. The bridge and the man were nowhere to be seen.
1 year ago
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 for the night when the box had suddenly begun to glow a vivid dark green. The tower had shaken slightly as if in response, then the top of the box had jumped off of its' hinges and was now lying on the ground, revealing an amulet that shone with the same dark green color as before.
His hands shaking, he gently lifted the amulet by the chain and stared at the stone, whose colors seem to twist and bend as he watched. Mesmerized by the colors, the Baron didn't noticed as his chamber door slowly creaked open and a shadow stepped inside, it's eyes on the man as it quietly moved forward, a knife in its' hand.
Peter raced up the cold steps with a sword in his hands, taking ragged breaths as the tall climb to the Baron's room began to take it's toll on the guard. The intruder was going to pay for the blood he had spilled.
Finally reaching the top floor, he slammed his fist against the Baron's door. "Sir! Open the door!'
Not hearing a reply, he began to slam his shoulder against the thick wood, which began to splinter more and more from each hit until finally, the wood exploded and the door fell inwards.
The Baron let out a gurgled yell as the cold steel raked across his skin, creating a stark contrast of white, hot pain as his throat was exposed to the elements and blood began to pour down his chest. His hand opened and let the amulet fall to the ground as he grabbed at his throat and fell backwards on to the ground, his vision slowly darkening. As he began to fade, he saw, but did not comprehend, a figure stepping over him and bending over, straightening upwards again, and turning quickly as distant shouts came from the other room. Then everything went black.
Ragnar stepped backwards away from the body and towards the window as the guard burst into the room and charged him. Calmly sidestepping the guards' swing, he whipped his sword out and slashed downwards and to the side as the guard stumbled past him, effectively cutting his hamstring. The guard screamed in pain as he fell to one knee and tried to turn, but he was too slow as Ragnar turned and plunged his sword into the guards' back.
The guard gasped as he froze for a moment, then slowly toppled forwards and hit the ground.
1 year ago
So I went to camp a week ago, and while I was there I was a in a class called 'Fiction'. I decided to retry this there.
Wrath of Gaia
A small street urchin was jogging through the streets, his eyes darting across the wreckage in search for salvageable items while glancing at the ground from time to avoid the numerous cracks that spider webbed across the ground.
"Hey, kid!' A man shouted from the doorway of a collapsing house. "Get over here and help me! There are people trapped in here!'
He hesitated for a moment and looked at the man, whose torn clothes were colored grey from dust and soot, searching for any kind of malicious intent.
"Come on! There may be more quakes any minute now!' He urged, his brow creased with worry.
Seeing no harm in helping, the kid climbed across the collapsed brickwork and wooden planks until he reached the man, who had turned back to the wreckage and was attempting to lift a section of brick wall. Seeing where he was needed, the boy stepped next to him, and with the combined effort of the two, the wall began to shift to a point where they could throw it to the side, where it landed in cloud of dust that covered the two and raised a coughing fit from the older man.
The urchin continued to lift bricks from the pile as the man recovered, and before long, he uncovered a wooden door set into the ground.
"That's it, that's the basement...' He said as he grabbed onto the handle and began to yank on it. "See if you can find anything to break the lock!'
The boy stepped away from the door and began to look around at the room. A sizeable wooden beam was lying nearby and he dragged it back to the man.
The haze was beginning to thicken as he took ahold of the other side of the beam and began to count.
"On three... One. Two. Th-" There was a splintering crash as the roof above caved in and filled the room with dust, smoke, and fire.
Inside the cloud of the dust, a shadowy figure rose and climbed across the wreckage. Before he reached the edge though, a small hand weakly grabbed at his feet. The figure paused for a moment, then kicked the hand away as it climbed out of the demolished house and started making it's way across the wreckage towards the river.
20 minutes earlier.
Peter whistled quietly as he stared out over the rooftops. It had been a quiet night, like most were. Nothing ever happened past nine on the wall, which meant he had an easy job. The guard casually changed tunes as he turned and began to walk along the wall towards the guard's room. There was stew cooking tonight. Made by Jocey, Tom's wife. If memory served, she was a damn good cook. He remembered having chicken with dumplings and a side of onion soup one night when he was over for dinner. Delicious.
His mouth watering, he opened the door and stepped in. The inside of the room was lit up by three torches, one at each entrance, and one opposite a small fire-pit upon which a metal pot lay, steam rising from the food simmering inside.
"My shifts over. Get out there Richmond.' Peter said as he approached the fire, groaning as the smell of carrots and beef wafted upwards from a broth of chicken and garlic.
"Could I at least eat first? I've been waiting to eat for hours!' One of the men complained as he got up from the wooden table set next to the fire-pit.
"We won't eat all of it. Now get out there and do your rounds.' Peter replied as he looked up at Tom. "How long till it's ready?'
Tom paused as he thought for a moment. "Probably 5-10 minutes tops. Jocey mentioned something about letting the beef tenderize.'
Peter nodded as Richmond left the guardroom. "How's she doing anyways?'
"Good... Good...' He said, looking down at his hands.
"Hey, you okay?' Peter asked when he noticed his friends' behavior. "You seem a little distracted.'
"What?' He asked, looking up with confusion. "Oh... yeah, I'm fine....'
"Come on Tom. I know when something's on your mind. You can tell me anything.'
Tom cracked a weak grin. "Jocey's pregnant.'
There was a moment of stunned silence, then, "My god Tom, congratulations!'
Tom nodded slowly. "Yeah, we found out a couple days ago. It's been a big week.'
Peter leaned back with a big grin on his face. "This requires a celebration. How about we go and grab some beers tomorrow?'
"I don't know Pete... I-" He stopped as they heard a muffled cry come from outside the guardroom. "What was that?'
Peter got up and walked over to the door. "I'm not sure... Hey Richmond!' He called out as he opened the door. He waited for a moment. When he didn't get an answer he stepped through the door. "Richmond?' He looked around at the dark night. "Where the hell did he go...' He muttered as he walked over to the edge of the wall and looked down, where his eyes caught a flash a metal on the street. "Oh gods above...'
Peter twisted quickly and looked around. "Wh-"
"INTRUDER! CLIMBING THE TOWER!'
His eyes slowly traveled up the tower until he spotted a dark figure scaling the massive tower, already more than half way up. "Holy Shit... Tom! Grab the crossbow!' He ordered as he continued to watch the intruder's progress.
"Already have it!' Tom said as he reached Peter and handed him the loaded weapon.
Without a word, Peter raised the bow, paused for a moment to take aim, then fired.
I'll post the next section sometime soon.