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| 'Flynn Truewalker..' The voice came from all around, but it doesn't take much to know who was the one speaking. 'This is highly unusual. Why isn't this man's soul Loki's? You know the law creator.' Kali turned to the hooded one. 'This is not an ordinary moral. This one has been a center focus of our land since his birth. Forces have been bent around him to be sure he lives. Without him, Loki would easily take over Moorgate, even Cosrin. This one stood against him. The mortal Flynn was selected by Ica to be his chossen.' Loki slamed his fist on the table. 'And he forsaken all this! and by law, he is mine!' 'He may have given up..but we haven't.'. Ica removed his helm and looked straight at me. 'As disappointed as I am, his soul is still pure and to lose such would be a shame.' That sure did hurt the heart hearing him say he was disappointed. 'then what do you propose?' 'A trial of his life. If he is deemed worth, he can return reborn. If not, then he is Loki's.' Loki practicallied screamed in rage. 'No! The Law says' The hooded one turned towards Loki. 'The Law does allow such a trial.' Loki sat back in his seat, still angry. 'So..Let us view this one's beginning' I knew I didn't move..but the room did. I still standing there as the room shimmered..we were in a cave now. In the corner is a lovely young woman, a youth is in the corner practicing swinging a sword way too large for him. And I knew exactly where we were.. 'Mother...' I reached out but could not move. 'MOTHER!' 'they can not hear you Flynn. We are observing your past.' 'Do not make me watch this!' 'You must.' A large man runs into the cave panting, giant feathures are visible in his build. 'We must run!' The man says. The woman looks up and the kid turns. 'What is it father?' 'They are coming, we need to get out'. Flynn's father moves inside to gather a few belongings. 'Wrong..we HAVE found you.'. A huge giant woman steps into the room surrounded by several guards. 'You traitor, tainting our great blood line with this human filth, and what worse..a bastard child! You know such a death sentence. Kill him..' The guards rush him. 'Father' grabs one by the arm and slings him into the wall. Scooping down he picks up the two-handed sword and turns to meet the onslaugh. But it is not much of a battle. 'Mother' screams as one of the guards slices open 'father's' neck. He drops to his knees, then onto his stomach..his life flowing out into a puddle on the cave floor. She rushes forward but stops in midstep as an arrow pierces her chest. She falls atop his love. The giant queen turns to the kid, still holding that large sword, tears flowing down his face. 'what are you going to do bastard? You barely can hold that wepoan. No bother. Guards, with me, I'll leave him to the others." She walks out of the cave with the ogre guards, leaving three other ogres there eager of the kill advancing on the frightened young Flynn. 'Hold' |
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