The dawn rose slowly over the castle. Young Nakisha played just inside the courthouse gates. She was but 5. A beautiful girl, long flowing hair. Deep green eyes, that would pierce the soul of common man. Suddenly all was chaos, the outdoor servants rushed through the gates. '""Orcs!!! Hundreds of Orcs!! Run Nakisha!"" She turned, then he was there...Lord Nicholia...he grapped her up. He turned and walked calmly toward the castle. But from the chaos one came, long firm strides. But he did not seek safety. He pushed out, moved out to meet death. His long blonde locks moved with each stride, broadsword in hand. Nakisha screamed.. "Nicholia...help him...he will die!!"".... Nicholia did not pause, moved into the castle as he spoke. "" Yes child, one day he will die. His time will come. But not this day. This day The Slayer may bleed. But by his blood you may live Nakisha. And may Mother Earth have pity on the souls that meet his wrath this day.""
5 years ago. August 17, 2018 at 4:47 PM