Fantasy & Sci-Fi
The Last Warrior Chapter 2
By Jaken Steele
The sun rode high in the air and the heat pounded the three
riders as they made their way toward Shantar. It was slightly past noon and the
city loomed in the distance. Janick rode in the center with Mylos and Tyran
flanking him. He kept a watchful eye for daggers, arrows and various other
objects. They were his friends, but that didn't stop them from hating each
other. "Put a dwarf and an elf together," he sighed to himself, "and one never
knows what will happen."
As they rode on, they came upon a group of bodies lying
about. There were thirteen in all, and all were quite dead. One could tell by
the carts that these people had at one time been merchants, but everything now
was either broken or burned. The three dismounted and began to look around.
Suddenly, they heard Tyran scream, "Those heartless, blood
thirsty bastards! I'll kill them all with my bare hands!" Janick and Mylos ran
to Tyran's side.
"What is wrong friend?" Janick asked.
Tyran pointed at the body in front of him and whispered,
"Look." The two looked down and saw the body of a woman who was very much with
child. She was also elven. Mylos touched Tyran slightly on the arm.
"I am truly sorry my friend." Mylos spoke. Tyran looked and
saw genuine sympathy in the dwarf's eyes.
Janick thought to himself, "Maybe there's hope for them
After mounting back up the three continued down the trail
toward the city. As they arrived at the gates two guards hailed them, "Welcome
to our fair city. Please state your name and reason for arrival."
Janick spoke, "He is Mylos Longbeard and the other is Tyran
Whisperwind. I am Janick Hearthstone of the Mekosians." The guards looked at
each other in bewilderment.
One spoke, "There are no more Mekosians. The village of
Mekos was destroyed."
"Very true," Janick said, "but the Zahn Horde were inept
about the destruction of my village
"If you plan on going after them, you would do better to
just kill yourself now." The other guard said.
"No, I will not rest until my people have been avenged,"
Janick spoke. The guards shook their heads and allowed them passage into the
city. For the first time since leaving the scene of the slaughter Tyran spoke.
"The sun has fallen, and night shall soon be upon us. Let us soon find food and
Mylos quipped, "That's the smartest thing you've said all
Tyran went to speak, but Janick held up his hand. "Mylos,
Tyran, please don't bicker anymore. I've had enough for today. We must find
shelter before the night falls upon us." His friends quickly agreed. None of
the three noticed the lone figure clad in all black who had been following them