The snowfall was thick as the wind made it seem like it was falling in every direction. The dwarf stared out the mouth of the…
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Prologue: The Boy
He stepped lightly, to dampen the sound of the crunching snow beneath his feet. The snow fall was beginning to drift, he could tell the wind was coming. He had to hasten his efforts if he was going to get his kill. He crouched down behind the tree and watched the young buck graze. He slowly reached past his hood and grabbed an arrow from his quiver. His eyes never left the deer, he’d tracked it for too long to let it get away now.
He racked his arrow, and slowly pulled back, feeling the tension in the bow tighten. He slowed his breathing. He inhaled, allowing the cold air to pierce his lungs. “May fate bind us” he whispered. He let the arrow go, it wisped through the air silently, then hit its target. The deer stumbled a few feet and fell over. He walked over to the deer and knelt beside it. It was barely alive as it struggled to breath. A tear rolled down his face as he pulled out his dagger. He placed his hand on top of the deer’s head, “There will be no more struggle.” he said, as he ran his dagger across the deer’s throat. The white snow became stained with blood.
After he knew the deer had finally passed, he began prepping to clean his kill. He used the dagger to slowly and cleanly slice open the underbelly of the deer. The snow steamed as he began removing the insides of the animal. He knew he had to hurry, with the wind picking up he knew the scent of a fresh kill would be in the air, and animals would begin making their way toward him. He was also cold and wanted to sit comfortably around a fire.
He heard the sound of snow crunching, he paused, “To heavy for an animal.” He thought. More snow crunching, “Multiple steps'' he said to himself. He slowly turned to see three men standing roughly 10-15 feet away. The two men on the ends were scrawny and underfed, he could see their mouthwatering for his kill. The man in the middle was a large man, the markings on his face gave away who these men were. “Oy youngling! This be Brayven woods. So that makes that kill of yours Brayven veil, don it boys?” said the large one, pointing at the deer. “Yee! That be Brayven veil boy!” the scrawny man on the left said, licking his lips. He was missing his teeth, so the saliva seeped out of his mouth. “I tell ye what youngling, me and the boys here wont gut ye for stealing Bravyen game, but we is gonna take that kill. Wif it belonging to Brayven an all.” Said the big one as he chuckled.
The boy stood there staring at them, observing every detail of the men who stood in front of him. He still had the dagger in his hand and his bow was leaning against the dead deer. The wind was getting stronger, the snow was beginning to fall heavier. “Well boy, get on! I was trying to spare ye, but ill gut ya if ye wanna play!” The big man chuckled and the other two followed, cackling along with their leader. The boy knelt down beside the deer, sheathed his dagger, and put his head down. “Oy! You got a def wish boy, or is ye deaf?!” Said the big man, now with a sense of irritation in his voice. The boy said nothing to them, but the men could hear the boy whispering. “Speak up boy! Are ye beggin?!” laughed the toothless one. The boy lifted his head, “I was praying that your souls find peace”.
He then quickly snatched up his bow, pulled the arrow out of the deer, and shot it at the toothless man. The arrow sliced through the air and into the toothless man’s throat. Without hesitation the boy sprinted toward the men, who were still in shock seeing their companion with an arrow in his throat. Before they could turn around the boy kicked off the big man, knocking him back several feet. He pulled the arrow out of the toothless man's neck, and parried with his bow as the other scrawny man swung his sword. The boy drove the arrow into the man's stomach, spun around, and drove his dagger into the back of the man's skull. He pulled the dagger free and turned toward the big man who had his sword drawn. “ye fucking lil prick! I'll kill you!” the big man yelled as he rushed toward the boy. The boy took a few steps forward and dropped, letting the big man fly over the top of him. Before the man could get up the boy jumped on top of him, looked him in the eye, and drove his dagger into the man's chest.
The man looked at him terrified, as the boy's eyes glowed with a green tint. “Halfling demon..” the man choked out, as blood began to pour from his mouth. “De..de..mon..”, the man died looking into the boy's deep green eyes as the glow faded. “Find peace.”, the boy said as he removed his dagger. He walked back to the deer, passing the bodies of the dead bandits. Steam rose from around their bodies as their blood seeped into the snow. He heard thunder roll, he had to get moving. The storm was coming.
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