Fantasy & Sci-Fi
The Last Warrior Chapter 5
By Jaken Steele
The order to mount up and ride went through the ranks of the
army in about a half hour. The 350 warriors in the army didn't know it, but
their leader was very worried. The prophecy was coming to pass. Since the
beginning of time it was said that four would come to destroy the horde. Even
though he tried to deny it, Rylan Kinslayer knew that these were the four. Zyan
Kinslayer, his brother and mage of the Zahn Horde, tried to comfort him. "How
can only four men destroy an army such as ours?" he asked. "We would crush them
like the bugs they are."
Rylan looked at his brother and spoke, "Wizard, you are an
incompetent fool who knows absolutely nothing! Do you not remember the prophecy
father spoke of on his deathbed?"
"Perhaps," Zyan spoke, "these are not the four."
"No," Rylan replied, "I myself try to deny it, but my soul
says that is them of which the prophecy spoke."
Zyan was about to speak when a warrior came up to them and
announced that the troops are ready to ride. They mounted up and headed
northwest, toward the Wastelands. As they rode, Rylan knew that it would not be
long before the four riders caught up to them. "And then," he wondered, "what
will happen to us then?" Zyan spoke as if he read his brother's mind.
"Do not worry, Rylan. They will fall before us." Rylan
nodded his head as if to agree with his brother, yet he knew in his heart that
time is growing short.
As the sun began to set the order was given to stop and bed
down for the night. Fires were lit, food was consumed, and men began to sleep.
As his men slept, Rylan went to his pack and pulled out a small bag. He opened
it and poured its contents out into his hand. In his hand were three
brightly-colored gems of blue, red and black. "With these," he thought, "we
might have a chance. Yet if I don't find the others all we fought for will be
for nothing." He then fell into a restless sleep.