Creeton's Sword C1

my father sold my mother to a slaver, as collateral for a bet. He lost.

I heard footsteps and loud voices outside. One of these people sounded happy enough. There was a hint of an accent there that I recognised, but whose voice I did not know for sure. Why were they coming here? I did not recognise either of them? One of their voices I recognised seriously. I know I saw him in the marketplace where the slaves were being sold. They were treated like animals no dignity.

I felt a chill slither down my back as they approached the house in the late afternoon. I moved to look out the window to see who was coming toward the house. I saw two men talking loudly.

They stormed toward the house, crashing through the trees that surrounded house. The shorter man I recognized as being Valcare the sheriff in the community. The other man I thought I recognised him as being a slaver if I was to judge him by his appearance and how he carried himself. He was accustomed to judge hisself there was a great deal of confidence. He was a slaver dressed in the garb of noble that I knew of him.

The other figure was saying, ”You should have seen him!” When I put down the cards. “He was laughing until he saw my cards. He then began to cry!"

He swung his arm as he was as if very happy to have Valcare with him, he joustled the other man's arm as heswung himhe wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
He was speaking animatedly with the sheriff walking beside him, the sheriff did not say so much as a word. Valcare had no heart, he simply carried out his orders as he was told too. I never saw him react to anything that arrived at his doorstep.

My blood ran cold, Valcare was here, that did not spell good news to my family. My father was away from the house, doing what he usually did. Drank and gambled. My stomach churned and heaved out my mouth.

“The smug bastard’s smile vanished. His eyes were wide as an apple is red.”” he laughed as he arrived at the door.

“Open the door. It is by order of the court that the wife has become the property of Talbear! You must turn her over to him!” Valcare said as he arrived at the door.

Beside him stood two other men, they wore the garb of his deputies. Their chests were covered by a metal breast plate.

A large muscular man dressed in the garb of a noble approached the house this man was carrying a large net on his shoulder. Beside him was the sheriff of this community, he carried with himself a scroll, a hammer and nail. I knew what that must be! I cursed, It was what my father had done. How dare he? The bastard! How could he do this?
Why was he carrying fishing net thrown over his shoulder. I did not know nor did I understand that he was doing here. This net was a fishing net that the fisherman used to catch fish from the ocean. I looked at his face, I knew I had seen him in the market with several slaves being sold in the market. I knew what the net was for. I grit my teeth.

Damn him! I would make him pay for this having happened to her.

My mother looked up at the door as a heavy hand fell on the door. He pounded repeatedly on the door. Her eyes widened with horror. She reached for having drawn a carving knife from the table to open the door. Her mouth hung open as she heard the hand fall. She eased open the door to see this man standing before the door. She began to scramble back from the door as the man walked toward her.

She said,”How Dare You!” She brought her hand to her mouth, Eyes teared. Her eyes narrowed. She looked at me as I began to rise to attack him.

The man was cleanly shaved, he looked into her eyes, he laughed, and said, ”Such pretty eyes. You’ll do well at the marketplace. Won’t you! Dear!”

“I’ll never!” She bellowed.

I snarled under my breathe, “He’s a slaver!”

“I have come here for you!” He pointed his index finger at my mother. He tried to grab mom by the wrist. He laughed as he approached her easing himself past the chair that was in his path.

She winced, “What do you mean? You have come for me!” she drew back her hand and belted him across the face, jarring her hand loose from his grasp.

“What do you mean, you have come for her!” I snarled indignation filling my throat as I rose from my seat. The chair was driven back. My hand fell to my waist to draw my dagger. I charged toward them. I brought it forward. Anger filled my soul.

The other men crowded the front door. One of them reached for me. I did not elude his grasp; he had me by the wrist. I struggled to be free from his grasp.

“Easy, boy! I don’t want to hurt you! You are too frail.” this man said as he lifted me from my feet to dangle me by his wrist. I kicked the air, trying to touch him. I saw an opening, would my dagger be able to reach him. It would indeed to this. If I could bring the dagger there.

I drove the dagger into his armpit. He squealed like a pig being gutted. Blood jettisoned from his armpit to cover me from head to toe. He fell to his knees, looking at me with a look of confusion on his face.

I threw my weight at his body, my feet wrapped about his body. I closed my knees crushing his waist and hips. He toppled to the ground.

He tried to free himself from my grasp. His head banged off the floor, I looked at the Talbear as he dragged my mother away from the house. I tried to follow him out the door stepping aside from Valcare interceptering me.
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When I woke, I had to bring a cloth to my bleeding arm. The chairs were overturned. The room was covered in the food that my mother made. It had been crushed beneath the attackers feet. The slaver threw the table lay over on its side. It crashed against the floor. I tasted blood in my mouth, the arm that had been cut was growing cold, blood spurt out of the hole in it. I wrapped a cloth around the arm and begin to wind the cloth around the wound. The blood stopped coming out of it.

I was groggy as I stormed out of the house to head for the tavern. It was still night fall. I knew where my father would be the tavern. The tavern was a large, it had several tables in it. There were patrons a bard standing beside a post where he stood there.

My father was dressed in a black jacket, his blouse was silk. on his hip rode a broad sword there was something etched into it, we thought we knew what it was that was etched into it.

He held a hand full of cards, beside him was a pile of chips. A cigar was in his mouth the ember was red. He smiled at me, he moved a few chips forward on the table. He was laughing as he did this.

The others at the table. They were holding cards in their hands. There were tankards of ale and my father's glass of whiskey. There was a waitress carrying glasses to the table.

My father looked at me, his face bore an appearance of puzzlement. He smiled as he saw me barge in. and said, "Creton, why are you here?"

"Your wife has become a slave to Talbear. Why did this happen?" I growled, I was feeling dizzy. My feet did not seem to do what I wanted them to do. They slipped beneath my weight. I fell to the floor.

“What do you mean? I have done nothing,” he said as he looked at me, he saw the blood that had run from my bicept to stain my arm, my leather cloak was stained with it. He lost his smile. He reached for his sword's pommel, to draw it out to perhaps use against me.

“What happened to mother?” I said as I glared at him, “You turned her over to a slaver.”

“What’s wrong. You mean she’s not at home. There must be a mistake that you heard?” he asked, as he slowly drew himself up from the table where he was playing cards at. He laughed as I choose to grab his glass of ale to throw it into his face.

“You sold her. Didn’t you?” I screamed as I reached out to garb him by his throat.

He dodged my hand, he drew up his sword to defend himself from me. He threw his right shoulder into my chest, as he swung the sword my way. I ducked the sword was swung at no one. Yet.

One of the bouncers who was monster in size headed our way. His hands and held a four-foot club to stop this from getting any worse. My father did not see him as he arrived there. He swung the club into my father’s wrist.

My father dropped his sword, and the bouncer said,”Take it outside! I don’t want to have a body here.”

Other people stepped out of the bouncer's path, two others joined him in doing this. The other patrons stepped aside as he tried to grab me by the scruff of my neck, his hand grazed my shoulder. I lost my balance I stumbled and fell to my knees.

“I had to to keep my house and you alive with me!” my father said as he glared at me, he bent down to draw up the sword he dropped. He looked at the bouncer, he stepped passed the bouncer.

I did not look at the bouncer as he advanced toward us. I leapt aside. The bouncer tried to strike me with the club as he did dad. I ducked. The club struck the table where I had been standing. The others at the table began to rise from where they were seated. Their faces showed anger.

I swung a heavy right in his face. He stepped away from me. Blood ran from his nose. He drove his empty hand into my bleeding bicept. I winced lost my balance I toppled to ground. I brought my hand up to touch the wound/ Ifelt fire as the blood ran from the wound.

My father brought the sharp edge of his sword toward me. It sliced the back of my hand. I dropped the dagger.

Father tried slice my opposing arm. I moved out its path, by stepping into him. I threw him over my hip. Both he and his tumbled into the ground. I kicked him in the kidneys as he lay on the ground. He reached for my leg. I dropped my shin across his throat. He did not move from there. My shin crushed his wind pipe.

Shallynne a shapely blond saw me do this. She threw a dagger at his prone body. The dagger caught him in his guts. He looked at her. Shallynne knelt down to help me to my feet, my feet could not support me presently. Shallyne lifted my arm to draw me into her arms, she was wearing a cloak. She was living on the streets. She said,”He is dead. I saw your mother being brought out your house by Talbear, the slaver.” A tear trickled out of her eyes as she looked into her brother's face.

He goes by the name Thallin. Her brother stepped into the light of the moon. He was muscular, he wore a breast plate, on his hip rode a sword, and a mace. He helped me walk to my father’s steed. He gave me a boast to sit in saddle. He joined me there.

Shallynne leapt upon her steeds back.

“I want to avenge my mother’s plight!” I snarled.

“She’s with the slaver. You won’t be able to do this.” Shallynne helped Thallin climb on his horse after Thallin handed me my father’s sword.

A droplet of my blood fell on the sword's edge. Suddenly, the sword’s had been covered in a flame. The sword’s edge was a glow. There was something etched into the blade, it looked like a naked woman with sun on her right hand there were curious symbols that looked to be words that we could not read. In the left hand was a sword that looked remarkably like the one that he held now. The sword did not do this before. It did it now. I had heard rumors that the sword was blessed by someone. I did not know what I was to do with it.

I wanted to avenge my mother. I knew Shallynne slayed my father. We bolted for the forest. I felt that if anyone saw me attack my father aside from the people inside the tavern. Their tongues surely would speak of my attack, but they were drunks. So who would believe them. No one would or so, I believed that they wouldn’t be believed by anyone.

We set up camp deep in the woods.


I looked at this man as he walked through the door to my house. This man was a slaver, he did not take to be a man who joked around. He wore the garb of a noble. But I recognised him as being what he was. He had muscular build. In his hands, he heId a sword and a net in his hands. His brow was with hair that fell across his face. His nose was hooked, he wore a breastplate from some other kingdom. It showed a falcon diving talons extended. He laughed and said,"I have come to claim what I own! The woman here."

I am a young lad. I am lean and quick to anger. My father was a gambler who put up his wife for collateral on a bet or so. I believed, what with the appearance of the slaver here it further instilled in me this belief. I did not know that this had been done yet. My father was away on this night. It made sense that my father had done this, but why I did not know.

My blood ran cold. I looked at him. I drew my dagger from the meal I was eating. My mother looked up at him. Her eyes grew wide with disbelief. She lifted the fork she used to carve the meat with. She dropped the meat off the fork. Lifted it to present the sharp twins to the people who entered the house. She stepped back as I got to my feet.

There were four other males with the slaver, these people looked as if they had been versed in combat. They began to step inside the room. They covered the door ways to my home.

My mother looked at him. She shoved herself away from the table, and snarled at him,”What do you mean that I am ours!” She closed her hands, stepping further away from him. stood there.

I stepped into his path. The slaver threw the open net at my mother. It enclosed about her body. She struggled to be out of it. She was unable to do this. The others came towards her. I stood between the slaver and her as the others stepped past us. I grit my teeth, the air was filled with the scent of meat being cook and gravy. I closed my hand on the dagger I held. It had guards on its sides.

The slaver strode toward me and he tried to shove me out of his way. He drew up a sword to defend himself from me. He swung his sword at me. The sword missed my neck by an inch. I lost my balance and fell to the right avoiding the sword. I swung my legs toward the slaver. He laughed at me and knocked my feet aside. I rolled on the floor.

I had to dodge the sword with my dagger. I did stop the blade from cutting me. I leapt at him, all I saw was him there. Laughing at me. I felt rage fill my soul as I charged toward him. I caught him in the middrift with my shoulder. He let go of his sword as I collided with the wall behind him and the door frame. He drove his knee into my guts. I stopped rushing him.

He said,” you wish to fight! Then we will fight.”

He kicked me in the guts. I gasped, he swung his dagger at my forearm he caught me there. I felt something warm wash across my arm. My fingers tingled. I drew up my dagger with the other hand.

I was growing weaker. My breath was coming in gasps. I struggled to stay awake.

One of them threw a net over her form. I tried to get in their way, but man who said he owned her. Wouldn’t allow me to do this. His sword was pressed into my path. I tried to block his sword’s blade with my dagger. He tried to stab my arm with it. I tried to evade the sword from hitting me.

I threw myself at him. I wanted to take him down, the sword sliced into my biceps. Blood jettisoned from my arm. He laughed at me. I tried to jump on him, he threw me off of him. Bringing me to my knees. He kicked me in the head. I was knocked out. I drew myself to my feet.

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When I woke, I had to bring a cloth to my bleeding arm. The chairs were overturned. The room was covered in the food that my mother made. It had been crushed beneath the attackers feet. The slaver threw the table lay over on its side. It crashed against the floor. I tasted blood in my mouth, the arm that had been cut was growing cold, blood spurt out of the hole in it. I wrapped a cloth around the arm and begin to wind the cloth around the wound. The blood stopped coming out of it.

I was groggy as I stormed out of the house to head for the tavern. It was still night fall. I knew where my father would be the tavern. The tavern was a large, it had several tables in it. There were patrons a bard standing beside a post where he stood there.

My father was dressed in a black jacket, his blouse was silk. on his hip rode a broad sword there was something etched into it, we thought we knew what it was that was etched into it.

He held a hand full of cards, beside him was a pile of chips. A cigar was in his mouth the ember was red. He smiled at me, he moved a few chips forward on the table. He was laughing as he did this.

The others at the table. They were holding cards in their hands. There were tankards of ale and my father's glass of whiskey. There was a waitress carrying glasses to the table.

My father looked at me, his face bore an appearance of puzzlement. He smiled as he saw me barge in. and said, "Creton, why are you here?"

"Your wife has become a slave to Talbear. Why did this happen?" I growled, I was feeling dizzy. My feet did not seem to do what I wanted them to do. They slipped beneath my weight. I fell to the floor.

“What do you mean? I have done nothing,” he said as he looked at me, he saw the blood that had run from my bicept to stain my arm, my leather cloak was stained with it. He lost his smile. He reached for his sword's pommel, to draw it out to perhaps use against me.

“What happened to mother?” I said as I glared at him, “You turned her over to a slaver.”

“What’s wrong. You mean she’s not at home. There must be a mistake that you heard?” he asked, as he slowly drew himself up from the table where he was playing cards at. He laughed as I choose to grab his glass of ale to throw it into his face.

“You sold her. Didn’t you?” I screamed as I reached out to garb him by his throat.

He dodged my hand, he drew up his sword to defend himself from me. He threw his right shoulder into my chest, as he swung the sword my way. I ducked the sword was swung at no one. Yet.

One of the bouncers who was monster in size headed our way. His hands and held a four-foot club to stop this from getting any worse. My father did not see him as he arrived there. He swung the club into my father’s wrist.

My father dropped his sword, and the bouncer said,”Take it outside! I don’t want to have a body here.”

Other people stepped out of the bouncer's path, two others joined him in doing this. The other patrons stepped aside as he tried to grab me by the scruff of my neck, his hand grazed my shoulder. I lost my balance I stumbled and fell to my knees.

“I had to to keep my house and you alive with me!” my father said as he glared at me, he bent down to draw up the sword he dropped. He looked at the bouncer, he stepped passed the bouncer.

I did not look at the bouncer as he advanced toward us. I leapt aside. The bouncer tried to strike me with the club as he did dad. I ducked. The club struck the table where I had been standing. The others at the table began to rise from where they were seated. Their faces showed anger.

I swung a heavy right in his face. He stepped away from me. Blood ran from his nose. He drove his empty hand into my bleeding bicept. I winced lost my balance I toppled to ground. I brought my hand up to touch the wound/ Ifelt fire as the blood ran from the wound.

My father brought the sharp edge of his sword toward me. It sliced the back of my hand. I dropped the dagger.

Father tried slice my opposing arm. I moved out its path, by stepping into him. I threw him over my hip. Both he and his tumbled into the ground. I kicked him in the kidneys as he lay on the ground. He reached for my leg. I dropped my shin across his throat. He did not move from there. My shin crushed his wind pipe.

Shallynne a shapely blond saw me do this. She threw a dagger at his prone body. The dagger caught him in his guts. He looked at her. Shallynne knelt down to help me to my feet, my feet could not support me presently. Shallyne lifted my arm to draw me into her arms, she was wearing a cloak. She was living on the streets. She said,”He is dead. I saw your mother being brought out your house by Talbear, the slaver.” A tear trickled out of her eyes as she looked into her brother's face.

He goes by the name Thallin. Her brother stepped into the light of the moon. He was muscular, he wore a breast plate, on his hip rode a sword, and a mace. He helped me walk to my father’s steed. He gave me a boast to sit in saddle. He joined me there.

Shallynne leapt upon her steeds back.

“I want to avenge my mother’s plight!” I snarled.

“She’s with the slaver. You won’t be able to do this.” Shallynne helped Thallin climb on his horse after Thallin handed me my father’s sword.

A droplet of my blood fell on the sword's edge. Suddenly, the sword’s had been covered in a flame. The sword’s edge was a glow. There was something etched into the blade, it looked like a naked woman with sun on her right hand there were curious symbols that looked to be words that we could not read. In the left hand was a sword that looked remarkably like the one that he held now. The sword did not do this before. It did it now. I had heard rumors that the sword was blessed by someone. I did not know what I was to do with it.

I wanted to avenge my mother. I knew Shallynne slayed my father. We bolted for the forest. I felt that if anyone saw me attack my father aside from the people inside the tavern. Their tongues surely would speak of my attack, but they were drunks. So who would believe them. No one would or so, I believed that they wouldn’t be believed by anyone.

We set up camp deep in the woods.


I looked at this man as he walked through the door to my house. This man was a slaver, he did not take to be a man who joked around. He wore the garb of a noble. But I recognised him as being what he was. He had muscular build. In his hands, he heId a sword and a net in his hands. His brow was with hair that fell across his face. His nose was hooked, he wore a breastplate from some other kingdom. It showed a falcon diving talons extended. He laughed and said,"I have come to claim what I own! The woman here."

I am a young lad. I am lean and quick to anger. My father was a gambler who put up his wife for collateral on a bet or so. I believed, what with the appearance of the slaver here it further instilled in me this belief. I did not know that this had been done yet. My father was away on this night. It made sense that my father had done this, but why I did not know.

My blood ran cold. I looked at him. I drew my dagger from the meal I was eating. My mother looked up at him. Her eyes grew wide with disbelief. She lifted the fork she used to carve the meat with. She dropped the meat off the fork. Lifted it to present the sharp twins to the people who entered the house. She stepped back as I got to my feet.

There were four other males with the slaver, these people looked as if they had been versed in combat. They began to step inside the room. They covered the door ways to my home.

My mother looked at him. She shoved herself away from the table, and snarled at him,”What do you mean that I am ours!” She closed her hands, stepping further away from him. stood there.

I stepped into his path. The slaver threw the open net at my mother. It enclosed about her body. She struggled to be out of it. She was unable to do this. The others came towards her. I stood between the slaver and her as the others stepped past us. I grit my teeth, the air was filled with the scent of meat being cook and gravy. I closed my hand on the dagger I held. It had guards on its sides.

The slaver strode toward me and he tried to shove me out of his way. He drew up a sword to defend himself from me. He swung his sword at me. The sword missed my neck by an inch. I lost my balance and fell to the right avoiding the sword. I swung my legs toward the slaver. He laughed at me and knocked my feet aside. I rolled on the floor.

I had to dodge the sword with my dagger. I did stop the blade from cutting me. I leapt at him, all I saw was him there. Laughing at me. I felt rage fill my soul as I charged toward him. I caught him in the middrift with my shoulder. He let go of his sword as I collided with the wall behind him and the door frame. He drove his knee into my guts. I stopped rushing him.

He said,” you wish to fight! Then we will fight.”

He kicked me in the guts. I gasped, he swung his dagger at my forearm he caught me there. I felt something warm wash across my arm. My fingers tingled. I drew up my dagger with the other hand.

I was growing weaker. My breath was coming in gasps. I struggled to stay awake.

One of them threw a net over her form. I tried to get in their way, but man who said he owned her. Wouldn’t allow me to do this. His sword was pressed into my path. I tried to block his sword’s blade with my dagger. He tried to stab my arm with it. I tried to evade the sword from hitting me.

I threw myself at him. I wanted to take him down, the sword sliced into my biceps. Blood jettisoned from my arm. He laughed at me. I tried to jump on him, he threw me off of him. Bringing me to my knees. He kicked me in the head. I was knocked out. I drew myself to my feet.

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When I woke, I had to bring a cloth to my bleeding arm. The chairs were overturned. The room was covered in the food that my mother made. It had been crushed beneath the attackers feet. The slaver threw the table lay over on its side. It crashed against the floor. I tasted blood in my mouth, the arm that had been cut was growing cold, blood spurt out of the hole in it. I wrapped a cloth around the arm and begin to wind the cloth around the wound. The blood stopped coming out of it.

I was groggy as I stormed out of the house to head for the tavern. It was still night fall. I knew where my father would be the tavern. The tavern was a large, it had several tables in it. There were patrons a bard standing beside a post where he stood there.

My father was dressed in a black jacket, his blouse was silk. on his hip rode a broad sword there was something etched into it, we thought we knew what it was that was etched into it.

He held a hand full of cards, beside him was a pile of chips. A cigar was in his mouth the ember was red. He smiled at me, he moved a few chips forward on the table. He was laughing as he did this.

The others at the table. They were holding cards in their hands. There were tankards of ale and my father's glass of whiskey. There was a waitress carrying glasses to the table.

My father looked at me, his face bore an appearance of puzzlement. He smiled as he saw me barge in. and said, "Creton, why are you here?"

"Your wife has become a slave to Talbear. Why did this happen?" I growled, I was feeling dizzy. My feet did not seem to do what I wanted them to do. They slipped beneath my weight. I fell to the floor.

“What do you mean? I have done nothing,” he said as he looked at me, he saw the blood that had run from my bicept to stain my arm, my leather cloak was stained with it. He lost his smile. He reached for his sword's pommel, to draw it out to perhaps use against me.

“What happened to mother?” I said as I glared at him, “You turned her over to a slaver.”

“What’s wrong. You mean she’s not at home. There must be a mistake that you heard?” he asked, as he slowly drew himself up from the table where he was playing cards at. He laughed as I choose to grab his glass of ale to throw it into his face.

“You sold her. Didn’t you?” I screamed as I reached out to garb him by his throat.

He dodged my hand, he drew up his sword to defend himself from me. He threw his right shoulder into my chest, as he swung the sword my way. I ducked the sword was swung at no one. Yet.

One of the bouncers who was monster in size headed our way. His hands and held a four-foot club to stop this from getting any worse. My father did not see him as he arrived there. He swung the club into my father’s wrist.

My father dropped his sword, and the bouncer said,”Take it outside! I don’t want to have a body here.”

Other people stepped out of the bouncer's path, two others joined him in doing this. The other patrons stepped aside as he tried to grab me by the scruff of my neck, his hand grazed my shoulder. I lost my balance I stumbled and fell to my knees.

“I had to to keep my house and you alive with me!” my father said as he glared at me, he bent down to draw up the sword he dropped. He looked at the bouncer, he stepped passed the bouncer.

I did not look at the bouncer as he advanced toward us. I leapt aside. The bouncer tried to strike me with the club as he did dad. I ducked. The club struck the table where I had been standing. The others at the table began to rise from where they were seated. Their faces showed anger.

I swung a heavy right in his face. He stepped away from me. Blood ran from his nose. He drove his empty hand into my bleeding bicept. I winced lost my balance I toppled to ground. I brought my hand up to touch the wound/ Ifelt fire as the blood ran from the wound.

My father brought the sharp edge of his sword toward me. It sliced the back of my hand. I dropped the dagger.

Father tried slice my opposing arm. I moved out its path, by stepping into him. I threw him over my hip. Both he and his tumbled into the ground. I kicked him in the kidneys as he lay on the ground. He reached for my leg. I dropped my shin across his throat. He did not move from there. My shin crushed his wind pipe.

Shallynne a shapely blond saw me do this. She threw a dagger at his prone body. The dagger caught him in his guts. He looked at her. Shallynne knelt down to help me to my feet, my feet could not support me presently. Shallyne lifted my arm to draw me into her arms, she was wearing a cloak. She was living on the streets. She said,”He is dead. I saw your mother being brought out your house by Talbear, the slaver.” A tear trickled out of her eyes as she looked into her brother's face.

He goes by the name Thallin. Her brother stepped into the light of the moon. He was muscular, he wore a breast plate, on his hip rode a sword, and a mace. He helped me walk to my father’s steed. He gave me a boast to sit in saddle. He joined me there.

Shallynne leapt upon her steeds back.

“I want to avenge my mother’s plight!” I snarled.

“She’s with the slaver. You won’t be able to do this.” Shallynne helped Thallin climb on his horse after Thallin handed me my father’s sword.

A droplet of my blood fell on the sword's edge. Suddenly, the sword’s had been covered in a flame. The sword’s edge was a glow. There was something etched into the blade, it looked like a naked woman with sun on her right hand there were curious symbols that looked to be words that we could not read. In the left hand was a sword that looked remarkably like the one that he held now. The sword did not do this before. It did it now. I had heard rumors that the sword was blessed by someone. I did not know what I was to do with it.

I wanted to avenge my mother. I knew Shallynne slayed my father. We bolted for the forest. I felt that if anyone saw me attack my father aside from the people inside the tavern. Their tongues surely would speak of my attack, but they were drunks. So who would believe them. No one would or so, I believed that they wouldn’t be believed by anyone.

We set up camp deep in the woods.