By Foot


Meteora ran through the forest as fast as he could. He knew that his cousin was to face the sorcerer on her own and he didn’t want her to be alone for too long. Staying in the shadows of the tall trees, he kept a watchful eye on the road. Suddenly the sound of war drums filled the air. The assassin hid behind a large rock, peering over the top at the road. Soldiers in black armor went marching by in perfect order; hundreds of them. The seemed to walk with the beat of the drums. All of the corrupted men had either a sad face or a mad one.

There seemed to be no end to the lines, and Meteora knew he couldn’t waste anymore time. He stood back up, staying in the shadows, and made for the castle. The great black tower slowly came into view. The assassin ran around to the back side to avoid the guards at the front gate.

Looking up, the half-elf spotted an open window. Voices came from around the corner.

“So after the army gets back I say we take a deserved break. I mean we can only kill so many innocent people before we grow tired right?” A soldier asked another, who only laughed.

“Hey! Hey you! You shouldn’t be here!!!” The first soldier yelled, charging him with a sword. The soldier slashed Meteora right across the chest, causing him to disappear. “It was a clone!” Yelled the other while taking a black arrow to the head. The first soldier traced the arrow up to the window. There stood the assassin, readying another arrow. Before the soldier could say a word, he too took an arrow to the head and fell to the earth.

“Now to find Orama.” The half-elf said to himself while hopping into the tower.

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