a short story (the beginning)...
Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 3:41 am
And as Deuce awoke, the moonlight shun through the clouds, and reflected off of his eyes. "I know what i must do." he thought to himself,, memories of disturbing and regretfull past events shot through his head so rapidly, yet they where so filled with detail.. memorys of pain -memories of suffering - and the constant black and white ways,, and the lies in which his home town were victim to .. through this reflection of light, he saw himself, he could see a new way forward- "no more shall i stay quiet.., that isn't who i am.."in his thoughts appeared a women laying beaten by the guards and her child stolen from her.the anger grew, and grew, and grew... his mind so filled with contempt,Deuce looks to the stars---
"I have no more tears to cry..
"these gods so unforgiving..tell me..why..what do you give..?"
"you've given me a life not worth living..."
"BUT AN IRON WILL TO LIVE!!"
And at that moment Deuce raised his hand to the sky and clenched his fist a hard as his strength would allow...
days had passed,And Deuce found himself using most of his time self training with the sword, trying to better his self protection.he was soon banished from his home land under false aligation for possesing "unsafe and 'evil' thoughts, or rather - being attacked by the town guards for false charges for and not agreeing to work as a slave -( he did not agree with the government and let it be known, taking part in protests and such)-and killng one, happening to be an old friend who was surcome to greed and craving for power and popularity, where as Deuce grew to feel hate for the king's ways did not agree with this kind of materialism.
some time had past and what he seemed to surcome to was a homeless and hungry landrat washed up on a some island..
"You there!" a voice shouted
Deuce awoke on a beach, tropical looking yet urban. he rubbed the golden healthy looking sand from his brows and cheeks, stood up and tried to see who was talking through his blury, mal-nutritioned and confused eyes.Deuce shouts to the figure in the distance:
"hello? who's that,?,, where am i?,,, what day is it..??..
the figure walked over to him, as he approached Deuce could make out a small bearded man
"arr, you be a castaway ey? dont see many of you round' ere, harr.
- "get in some trouble did ya lad?
Deuce looks to the man expressionless, still feeling somewhat disorientated.."I, I can't remember..I... can't.."
suddenly out of nowhere a group of trolls appeared some yards away
noticing this the Dwarf pulls out a very good,brand new long axe.
"You'd better sc'daddle lad,it's not safe ere"
The man points to the path
"just follow that path lad! hurry, unless you have a death wish that is!"
trying to offer his help, Deuce is pushed away quickly by the man and told to "run and don't look back"- this made something inside of Deuce awaken,it all started to come back to him.
As the Dwarf walked away From him, Deuce watched the mans every move, realising that there was no way of him taking on these monsters alone,,to the side of him was an old wooden club- he picked it up
"Run ya fool!" the Dwarf yelled, still battling with the creatures, heavy hits sway back and forth. Deuce looks as the Dwarfs axe goes through the trolls head killing it.,,
"your a chancer aint ya la.." just then the Dwarf was thrown to the ground with a heavy hit, it was time to act..
Deuce ran forward to the troll and gave a large swing with the wooden club.
"I told you to stay away lad!" the Dwarf yelled looking up at him hitting the troll"your going to get yourself killed!"
the Dwarf pleeded, but Deuce had blacked out, there was something very primal aura around him in the way he was swinging at the troll, back and forth, back and forth.,,he didnt even realise the danger he was in when he recieved a shocking swing from the troll causing him to fall to his knees,,,The troll then grabbed Deuce by the head with an claw raised his face,,his life flashing before his eyes, the realisation of uselessness was dominant in the eyes of the trolls preparing to dismember him when suddenly Deuce felt the presure release from the trolls hands, its body falling lifeless, it lay dead on the grass. An arrow could be seen through its heart.
Deuce looked back behind him to see a hooded elf vanish into the woods.
to the side of him was the Dwarf laying knocked out, fearing for his life he heads down the path in which the Dwarf recommended, realising it would be dishonourable to leave him Deuce lifts the Dwarf and places him on his shoulder.
"Down this path may lead anything..i must find a purpose"
"I have no more tears to cry..
"these gods so unforgiving..tell me..why..what do you give..?"
"you've given me a life not worth living..."
"BUT AN IRON WILL TO LIVE!!"
And at that moment Deuce raised his hand to the sky and clenched his fist a hard as his strength would allow...
days had passed,And Deuce found himself using most of his time self training with the sword, trying to better his self protection.he was soon banished from his home land under false aligation for possesing "unsafe and 'evil' thoughts, or rather - being attacked by the town guards for false charges for and not agreeing to work as a slave -( he did not agree with the government and let it be known, taking part in protests and such)-and killng one, happening to be an old friend who was surcome to greed and craving for power and popularity, where as Deuce grew to feel hate for the king's ways did not agree with this kind of materialism.
some time had past and what he seemed to surcome to was a homeless and hungry landrat washed up on a some island..
"You there!" a voice shouted
Deuce awoke on a beach, tropical looking yet urban. he rubbed the golden healthy looking sand from his brows and cheeks, stood up and tried to see who was talking through his blury, mal-nutritioned and confused eyes.Deuce shouts to the figure in the distance:
"hello? who's that,?,, where am i?,,, what day is it..??..
the figure walked over to him, as he approached Deuce could make out a small bearded man
"arr, you be a castaway ey? dont see many of you round' ere, harr.
- "get in some trouble did ya lad?
Deuce looks to the man expressionless, still feeling somewhat disorientated.."I, I can't remember..I... can't.."
suddenly out of nowhere a group of trolls appeared some yards away
noticing this the Dwarf pulls out a very good,brand new long axe.
"You'd better sc'daddle lad,it's not safe ere"
The man points to the path
"just follow that path lad! hurry, unless you have a death wish that is!"
trying to offer his help, Deuce is pushed away quickly by the man and told to "run and don't look back"- this made something inside of Deuce awaken,it all started to come back to him.
As the Dwarf walked away From him, Deuce watched the mans every move, realising that there was no way of him taking on these monsters alone,,to the side of him was an old wooden club- he picked it up
"Run ya fool!" the Dwarf yelled, still battling with the creatures, heavy hits sway back and forth. Deuce looks as the Dwarfs axe goes through the trolls head killing it.,,
"your a chancer aint ya la.." just then the Dwarf was thrown to the ground with a heavy hit, it was time to act..
Deuce ran forward to the troll and gave a large swing with the wooden club.
"I told you to stay away lad!" the Dwarf yelled looking up at him hitting the troll"your going to get yourself killed!"
the Dwarf pleeded, but Deuce had blacked out, there was something very primal aura around him in the way he was swinging at the troll, back and forth, back and forth.,,he didnt even realise the danger he was in when he recieved a shocking swing from the troll causing him to fall to his knees,,,The troll then grabbed Deuce by the head with an claw raised his face,,his life flashing before his eyes, the realisation of uselessness was dominant in the eyes of the trolls preparing to dismember him when suddenly Deuce felt the presure release from the trolls hands, its body falling lifeless, it lay dead on the grass. An arrow could be seen through its heart.
Deuce looked back behind him to see a hooded elf vanish into the woods.
to the side of him was the Dwarf laying knocked out, fearing for his life he heads down the path in which the Dwarf recommended, realising it would be dishonourable to leave him Deuce lifts the Dwarf and places him on his shoulder.
"Down this path may lead anything..i must find a purpose"