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| Don't ask where this came from even for my imagination it is strange (you will see in later chapters) but it is tied very closely to classic fantasy roots but then again isn't classic fantasy, any way it is a complete work in progress, even the title (any suggestions welcome). It is also first person which is strange as I usually write third person | ||||||||||
| Elvin = what I call my Elves in this story just to be different (or difficult) | ||||||||||
| (Please bare with me on spelling and grammar I'm dyslexic) | ||||||||||
| Courage and Honour | ||||||||||
| Prologue | ||||||||||
| I took a moment to glance over the mound to glance at the Elven gathering below, I watched as the Elven prince stood among the courtiers as he practised with his longbow | ||||||||||
| I knelt behind the mound that hid him from the eyes below as I readied my crossbow to fire. Why was I doing this? I had no idea my life wasn?t worth the risk I knew but still I readied to make the shot | ||||||||||
| I pulled my crossbow up to rest on the top of the mound and took aim, the Lord was paying a large amount for the prince's assassination I didn''t want to mess it up, I had no idea why the Lords wanted the prince dead but even to a simple border trapper like myself it was known that the humans hated the Elven, I had been raised believing all the stories that told us that they were evil and we as humans had to destroy them. | ||||||||||
| I paused for a moment to watch the adolescent prince as he laughed and joked about how his last arrow had missed the target, I had watched the shot and as a born hunter had seen potential in the boy's skill, he just needed some refinement to his way of aiming. I looked down on him for a moment wishing he had been my human sun, to teach life's lessons, how to hunt, to watch him grow a tear fell as I turned my eyes away from him for a moment, I didn't want to do it but I had to, I had no choice. | ||||||||||
| I sighed turned back to sight along the crossbow 'I am sorry boy, its your death or mine, I wish you well in the afterlife' I moved my finger back on the trigger | ||||||||||
| The arrow never left the bow instead my whole body froze. I felt a tugging on one frozen arm as I was rolled to one side so that I could see three of the Elven king?s warrior mages standing over me. I watched as one leaned over my frozen body to take my crossbow from my hand | ||||||||||
| 'Your words just now have kept you alive though maybe not for long' he said to me as his hand touched my forehead and I passed out in to blackness | ||||||||||