The Shadow Knight, A Fan-Fiction Options

[Zalphon]

Prologue

The first day of the icy Evening Star had come. We stilled lived in the Fourth Era, five-hundred, fifty years into it. My blood was chilling as I walked through the streets of the Ruined City of Chorrol. The marauders stared at me as I walked, I wore a suit of steel plate-mail, at my side was a steel long-sword and I also had a steel kite-shield.

One of the marauders came out, trying to impress his companions. “What’re you going to do, Thay’ren?” he goaded. “Perhaps I should show you what it means to be a true fighter.” The Marauder had shaggy, black hair and wore an iron cuirass, sackcloth pants, and some leather boots.

“Perhaps,” I responded. “Perhaps I should snap your neck like a twig, scrib.” My voice dripped with seriousness. I was ready to kill him.

“You dare call me, Darren Steel a scrib?” he roared. “I’m going to grind your bones to dust and then I’ll blow it in the wind.” The raider was enraged, I merely drew my blade.

He chopped at my shoulder with his war-axe, but I used my kite-shield to block it. I slammed him with my shield, knocking him to the ground. Surprisingly, he jumped back up and tried to right arm. “Your power is so unrefined and raw,” I taunted. “Real warriors know how to fight.”

In an almost dance-like fashion, I plunged my sword deep into his chest. “You ashen-born, pointy-eared fool,” he managed to say before I kicked him off my sword. I performed a Coup De Grace by beheading him and continued walking. I wouldn’t lose a wink of sleep over his death.

I had no problems killing men, but I didn’t like to kill women or children. I especially didn’t like to lie, cheat, nor steal. I finally reached the ruins of Castle Chorrol and opened the door. Countess Vanessa Valga stood by the burnt thrones. Vanessa was of Breton heritage. She wore a suit of ebony plate-mail and held an Akaviri Dai-Katana.

I kneeled, “Countess, it is I, Sir Thay’ren Duskheart.”

“Thay’ren it has been too long since you’ve been here at Castle Chorrol. The Marauders grow restless without being able to wage war, I do have some news though,” She frowned. “The Keep of Shadow’s Soul and the Obsidian Tower haven’t kept in touch with us. I believe they’ve been attacked by Quick-Strike, J’skooma, and Minx.”

“Evangeline Mortalitis can defend the Keep of Shadow’s Soul and Grandmaster Ravenblood can hold his own,” I replied.

“It wasn’t a request, Thay’ren.”

“Yes ma’am,” I said out loud and then swore under my breath. “I go to the Keep of Shadow’s Soul.”

“Excellent,” she giggled girlishly. She was very young; she couldn’t have been older than twenty years of age. I am young as well, only holding the age of twenty-three.

I walked down to the lower levels of Castle Chorrol. A portal to the Keep of Shadow’s Soul stood there and I entered…