He thumped into the dark, run-down back room of the
bar. A little bit of light trickled
around the thick curtains, and through the cracks in the floor of the room
above. After adjusting his eye-patch he
glared around with his one good eye, he finally
made out the woman in the corner. If you
could call her a woman. She was so bent and crooked that it was hard to tell.
“You sent for me.”
It was a statement, not a question.
“Yes I did.” But she
didn’t go on.
The silence lengthened until the old pirate growled
impatiently,” Well?”
“Patience is a virtue old man.” She chuckled.
The thug just glared at the old woman like she was crazy.
“One day old man, there will arise one who will drive all
enemies from this country. He is not of
this world. Yet he will, in time, free
this whole world from the hand of the darkness that is swallowing it. This young man will sacrifice much to save a
world that was never his. Beware
pirates, sorcerers, and tyrants. On this
champions heel follows death. “ She fell
silent.
The battle-wizened pillager shivered in his boots. “When will he come? What is his name?”
She ignored him. He
raised his voice to question her a second time.
When she didn’t respond he stomped from the room.
“His name is Sterling.”
Her voice followed him.
He grunted and raced as fast as he could from the hag.
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The next parts of the novel should be longer. I hope you've enjoyed them so far!!
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