“Hello Melkar,” a tall figure stood shadowed by the Howling Moon, the identity known immediately Melkar, “A pleasure as always, Blaxus sends his regards”Melkar looked around and the shadows of the fire encircled him, his eyes opened wide, and a short distance away lay his sword, “Damn you, may Niren curse your name for enternity”
“He already has, it ends now” the shadowy figure spoke some indecipherable words and the shadows swallowed the brave warrior. Melkar struggled and fought, but was overcome by the darkness. The figure cackled evilly as he absorbed the energies.
The figure cast a minor spell and walked over to the sword. The swords power was ancient and still he could not touch it, he needed a pawn. Saren would do, he would do anything to find his
Fantasy, 1000+ words, interesting? Still in progress..comments welcome
[This message has been edited by Kathleen Dalton Woodbury (edited September 24, 2006).]