Saurok slammed the training sword into the side of the small tree. As his sword whipped back, he used the momentum to spin and strike the opposite side.
Crack!!
He repeated the movement, this time striking hight on the opposite side.
Cr-snap!
The training sword snapped in half. Saurok dropped to his knees before sliding into a sitting position. He let out a long, deep breath of air to relax himself. He looked up to the night sky just as a moon drifted from behind a cloud to meet and join it's companion. He smiled, he had always thought him and his father to be like the black and silver moons. Completely opposite, yet as close as any bow to it's arrow. He was quite strong for a boy of twelve, as skilled with a sword as any avalinian fighter. Saurok was a bit different from all of the cat tailed avalinians, though, with his sandy brown hair and golden, reptilian-like tail. Standing at 5'7", he was obviously well built. he was a cold hearted child, and he kept that coldheartedness int he many, many years to come, intensifying on one tragic night.
That night was tonight. One of the rare nights that Nairog and Garian shone together in the darkened skies filled with stars above.
Saurok got to his feet, picking up his broken training sword. he mumbled firece profanities under his breath as he inspected it. He would have to make another in the morning, "T'juran!" he cursed loudly in the ancient tongue before heading through the forest for his home, throwing the broken sword away as he went. When he neared the cabin he smiled, he could see lamplight in the window.
His father was home.
As Saurok went to open the door, it opened on it's own, it may seem. As the door swung open somebody rushed from it, knocking Saurok to the ground in the process. his father looked down at him briefly before hurrying on, buckling his sword belt as he went.
"Marti--.., Father?"
"What did I tell you about calling me by my first name, Saurok? Ah, no time for that now, son. Get inside and stay there until I return," Martin finished buckling his belt and picked up the pace even more so as he rushed into the forest.
"That was... confusing...," Saurok stood. He had no indention of going inside at this time, not with his father acting so strange and running into the woods. He closed the cabin door and followed Martin at a moderate pace.
There was a ringing flash of steel as sword met sword, a shower of sparsk accompanying it. Saurok had rushed in on a battle between his father and that fool of a T'narei, Jack. Saurok's father and T'narei seemed to be fighting to the death, but the air stank of betrayal and Jack seemed to have the upper hand. Jack must have called upon Martin for some kind of fake emergancy, then attacked him after he got into the icy snow covered clearing.
Saurok stood at the edge of the small clearing, watching as his father rushed at T'narei with a sweeping slash for the knees. Jack easily avoided it and slashed his own sword down at Martin's shoulder, piercing it through somewhat and twisting the hilt to make the blade spin through his shoulder. T'narei pulled the blade out in mid-twist with a sadistic smirk plastered upon his features, causing Saurok to wince in time with his father. Growling in pain, Martin stumbled back, clutching his bleeding shoulder with his free hand. T'narei took the chance to swing his bloodied sword at Martin's tail, removing it in one swift move and leaving a bleeding stump in it's place.
The battle seemed to have gone on like this for hours. Jack receiving wounds, just not as much nor as fatal as Martin's. The battled ended as abruptly as it seemed to have started when Jack distracted Martin's blade with a sweep from the left before bringing it back and running Martin's chest through.
Saurok stood, speechless, as his father slumped to the ground and Jack removed his blade from his chest, wiping it on the grass with a small laugh. T'narei turned and started to leave when something in Saurok's mind snapped. He had to get the sword, he had to kill Jack T'narei. Running to his father's corpse and removing the sword from his swiftly cooling grasp, Saurok hefted the blade with an animal-like yell that turned to an enraged type of snarle. He ran at T'narei and...
Saurok winced at the memory, pulling his cloak tigher around his body as a blast of cool wind shook the trees he had taken refuge in. The memories of that night were far too intenst these days, far too real. he felt as if he was there again, all those long ten years ago. With a sigh, he scanned the forest path for any signs of life. When he found none, he felt a surge of anger fill his body. Those merchants, he had heard them talking in the tavern at the edge of the forest. They should have been here by now. He felt a nagging thought pulling at the edges of his mind, telling him not to do it. Bah, he couldn't listen to that! he had to, he needed a fresh kill to keep him sane. Gah! this insanity is sure taking it's sweet time to filling my whol--.., He shook that thought from his brain, having had no idea where it came from in the first place, these.. these merchants. Yes, the merchants are taking their sweet time coming up the path. He pulled his cloak closer again, checking at his belt to make sure his sword was still there. He knew it was there, but... he had to check every few hours, he was sure his father's sword would just vanish. But.. wait.. a sword can't vanish.., he thought angrily. What was going through his mind?! What was he thinking? Even he didn't know. With
another sigh he pulled his hood up to hide his face. It had started to rain.
There was a creak of boards as something came up the path, the sound of a horse's hooves sort of sloghing through the now muddied ground. Saurok's latest victims had arrived. He waited for the horse to be just under the branch he hid on before he attacked.
Dropping from the tree, he landed sitting in the horse's saddle. Swiftly drawing Skretnat, he slashed the harnesses that ound the horse to the wagon, shifting himself around so he was facing the proper direction on the horse. He took hold of the reins in one hand.
"What the.. who.. who are yo-- That's my horse!" One of the merchants, a man with dark eyes and hair to match it, not mixing well with his gray tail, sputtered, "g-give it ba--," he didn't get to finish his sentence completely, as Saurok had twisted the horse around and beheaded him without further notice.
He looked at the remaining three, it seemed to be a family. Hm, there was even a little girl.. this would be interesting. He turned
completely, getting down from the horse and looking the stunned family over, "what? No running? I do enjoy a good chase.
Maybe I'll force you to escape.. or at least try o escape."
The little girl started crying, clutching at her mother's - or big sister's - leg. Saurok really would enjoy this, chase or not,
children were amusing to kill.
A cool wind brushed through the broken and scattered belongings of a family of merchants. The rain falling upon their dead
bodies, a man missing a head, a woman with a wound through her abdomen, another woman, slightly younger, who seemed to
have misplaced the upper half of her body and a little girl, looking entirely normal if it weren't for the weird angle her neck seemed to slant into. A cloaked man sighed as he walked through the area. He bent by each person, touching his hand to their foreheads. the yall waoke as if they had only been dreaming, their wounds gone or missing body parts returned. Memeories
wiped of the event completely.
