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This is as much as I have written of my story. I know it i smnot great, and it lacks some detail, but I AM WORKING ON IT.
CC woul dbe GREATLY appreiciated, but flamming, and saying it sucks doesent help ANY!.
Halizor the legendary sword
Book 1 of the Halizor trilogy
Chapter 11- The Old Man.
It was a cold, dark night. The crescent moon was high in the sky. This was the perfect night for murder and thievery. In the dark shadows, two dark figures lurked behind there black vials and robes. These assassins, or “special purpose agents” as they liked to call it, were hired by a great and powerful wizard who, as we speak, was getting his throat slit with a pure gold knife.
The assassins moved quickly through the town, not wanting to alert any attention. They were about to reach the castle when a guard came out of a small blue and gold tent. Swiftly, one of the assassins, the taller one, silenced the guard with a quick slash of his jet-black dagger. It shimmered in the light of the moon with the deep red blood of his first victim. The two assassins stealthily entered the castle court yard, making sure to stay within the shadows. Their assignment was the first tower on the west side of the gate. The assassins went in through the servants door and ascended up the stairs with gracefulness, almost like they were ghosts. They entered the room of which an old man was waiting, awake in a chair, holding a maroon stone in one hand and a gold and silver sword, encrusted with majestic emeralds, sapphires, and diamonds, which created a dragon on the handle. There were also rubies on the sword which created fire coming out of the dragons mouth. The two assassin stared at the old man, not expecting him to be awake. Their employer had assured them that he had a servant in the Royal kitchen that had put a powerful sleeping potion into the old man’s food. There was a very bright light coming out of the maroon stone all of a sudden, and without hesitation the two assassin started to attack, not knowing their terrible fate. Right as the assassins’ knives struck the old man’s heart the stone exploded. The sword disappeared, and the old man smiled. The assassins both got obliviated by the stone, and there wasn’t even a trace that they were once there. Sadly the same fate had been given to the old man. He was the guardian of the sacred sword, Halizor, which belonged to the great dragon god, Halthor who was defeated by the brilliant Phoenix Priest over 200 years ago. In a epic battle of good vs. evil, the priest cast a ancient and very powerful spell on the dragon god. The spell sealed him into the sword Halizor. The spell also in sealed the priest into the sword as well.
Chapter 2 The prophecy
As word of the stolen sword got out to the Seven Kings of the great land, Zanzabara, they decided to have a council meeting. Along with the Seven Kings the High Priest of the Church of the Gods came to the council meeting too . The Seven Kings all took a seat, along with the priest. They were all discussing what should be done about the sacred sword being stolen. All of the sudden the High Priest started talking in a funny language, which was unknown to everyone is the room. All of the Kings stared in awe as the High Priest was lifted into the air, almost like a lifeless corpse being held up by marionette strings. With out any warning the Priest starting screaming in pain, the smell of burning flesh could be smelt. The Priest came crashing down onto the table, with a lifeless *thud*. All the Kings went running to aid the priest. “He’s Dead!”, pronounced one of the Great Kings. Burned in the back of the Priest were many words, the oozing blood made it difficult to make-out. The Kings sent for a servant boy who could read. The servant came stumbling in, scared, as he thought they were bored and wanted to have some fun, and would kill him. Or even worse, torture him! One of the Kings asked him to read what was written on the priests back.
It read as the following….
He who is born to but a family of one
Only he will have the power
And only he will have the wisdom
To put the power and balance back
He will be with the power to unleash Hell
he will be with the one power to create peace
What ever he chooses
He will answer to no other power
And if he shall
He will lose his power
The Eighth King who is born to overthrow them all
Is born….
The room went quite.
“We have to find, and we have to kill this boy, or he will remove us all from power!” shouted one of the Kings.
“I think we should get the boy to be on our side!” exclaimed a stubby Kings with a gem encrusted crown. They all decided to have another meeting in 15 years, if the sword had not been found. They posted 1,500 pounds of gold, and bed any woman he desired, as a reward to anyone could find the sword and retrieve the reward.
Chapter 3 The Boy with a family of one….”
He awoke with a startle. Teutates got out of his mouse infested bed, and started on his first, of many stretches for the day. Teutates strutted over to his mahogany wood dresser that his great uncle had bought while he visited the Elven lands, to the South. After he put on his ragged pants, and a stained white shirt, he started to try and make his hair look presentable, it didn’t. He had inherited his fathers black messy half curly hair, or so his uncle had told him countless. Teutates parents had died many years ago from the dreaded plague that had stricken his countryside of half it’s population, and had left it in poverty ever since. Teutates and his uncle had been able to make it by because of the healthy land they owned, and of the small fortune his father had found when he discovered a ancient tomb, deep within the tropical forest of the Elven lands. Teutates, was half elf, although he never told anyone. It was just the kind of thing he didn’t want people to know. It was hard for him to hide what Elven powers he had been so lucky to inherit. And even harder to practice these with the long work hours in the field he put in.
Teutates was taking a trip by himself into the forest south of his house. Since he had just turned 15, it was normal for a boy his age to spend one week in the forest, and to return with something of value and scarcity. Teutates had packed his bag the night before and had decided to take his pet dragon with him. His dragon, was, like most of his precious possession, from the Elven lands, but this was from his mother. 17 years ago when she was down there, she found this orphan dragon egg, and had taken it home. Sadly his mother had passed away before the dragon egg hatched. The egg hatched when Teutates was 6 years old, and they had been best friends ever since. Teutates walked into the kitchen were his Uncle had breakfast of eggs and toast ready for him.
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“Ready for your big day?’ said my Uncle.
“As ready as I will ever be.” I replied, but I didn’t feel like it. It felt like there was a boxing match taking place, and the ring was my stomach.
“Well at least eat something, you have a big week ahead of you!” said Uncle Helios.
“ I know, but, I mean, do I really have to go into the forest? What if I get killed, or lost!” I said.
“ Don’t worry, it will be fine. Our family, along with others have been doing this journey for centuries, it is your turn now, make the family proud!” Helios said with great enthusiasm.
After the quick breakfast, I walked around the house, with my Uncle to go unite my dragon. My dragon’s name is Jasper, after my mothers middle name. Jasper had magnificently beautiful ruby colored scales, and the purest white horns I have ever seen. The three of us walked to the edge of the forest.
“ Well this is were I say god bye to you.” said Helios, with a sad expression. “ yes” I said with a nervous hand shake..
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