Fantasy & Sci-Fi
The Last Warrior
By Jaken Steele
My name is Jaken Steele and I'm a fellow traveler of the
imagination, and compatriot to Marcus Pan, In the forthcoming issues of
Legends, I shall be bringing forth chapters of a story which I call "The Last
Warrior." I shall also be bringing forth my poetry, songs and other things from
my twisted, sick way of viewing the world we live in.
My writings are not meant to be humorous, nor are they meant
to shock people, yet if I have done either, then I have opened your mind to my
way of thinking, which is my main objective.
I now leave you to my story. May the sun forever shine its
light upon your face. Fare thee well my friends
As the sun began to poke its head up from the horizon,
Janick Hearthstone looked toward the mountain range and wondered. "Wiill this
be the day I find them," he thought, "or will the slaughter of my people go
unavenged?" Janick the veteran had been in his home village of Mekos when the
Zahn Horde had attacked and quickly butchered the village. He had been knocked
unconscious at the beginning of the battle, and had been left for dead. Now as
he stood on the hill in the early morning, a tear slowly made its way down his
cheek as he thought of family and friends he would never see again.
A rising of voices behind him brought the veteran out of the
daze he was in. He chuckled softly to himself as he saw Mylos the acolyte and
Tyran the prestidigitator standing there, as usual, bickering about how to pack
the horse. Mylos was of dwarven stock while Tyran was of elven stock; gray elf
to be precise. His friends looked towards him as he spoke, "If all you two ever
do is argue, we'll never get to find the Zahn Horde."
"I should think if we didn't find them," Mylos said
sarcastically, "we might live to see our children be born."
"Before having children, you have to find a female desperate
enough to stay with your dwarven hide forever." Tyran said. Mylos muttered
something about elves only being good for target practice, and went back to
packing his horse. Janick shook his head and smiled. "Those two will never get
along," he thought. "It's a wonder that anything gets done considering all
those two do is argue."
As they mounted their horses Janick figured they would reach
the city of Shantar by mid-afternoon. "A human, an elf, and a dwarf riding
together should at least cause a stir," he thought. "And today, maybe today
I'll find them and avenge the death of my people." He could feel it in the air.
Today was a day none of the three would soon forget.