Prologue
“Admit it Thetis, there is nothing you can do. Surrender and they may spare your life!”
Relin’s voice carried over the sounds of fighting. Thetis was a green robed whirlwind, her glaive parrying, thrusting and striking, seemingly all at once. But there were many of the soldiers and only one of her, and she was beginning to tire.
“Let me live? You must be joking my old apprentice! They’ll hang my head either in the palace where the Emperor can look upon it or on the city gates where he won’t have to, depending on what his mistresses ask of him. And to think that I’ve never used my magic for anything that wouldn’t help the Empire!”
She kicked yet another soldier back and he nearly sprawled into Relin who stepped to the side just in time to avoid being fallen on.
“Perhaps you should have thought of that before you--”
“Refused to become the Emperor’s pet battle mage and help him conquer our neighbors? Refuse to aid a tyrant and his desires to spread waste and destruction so as to add to his already vast empire while he plays with his toy whores?”
Her face twisted and she began fighting harder as she was spurned on by this new thought.
“You’ll pay for that!” snapped Relin
“Oh I will? I’ll just lay down my glaive and come quietly shall I? I. Think. NOT!”
Thetis raised her voice and began to chant in a strange tongue that made all the trees rustle their leaves despite the fact there was no wind. The words sounded ancient and had the force of a tolling bell, the air beginning to pulse with magic.
Relin began to chant too, but his old teacher was stronger than he. There was a green flash and almost all the soldiers that had been fighting her were thrown to the ground. The few still standing tried to find the earth sorcereress but Relin turned his back on them, knowing Thetis had left.
She was gone from the Almsare Empire, probably for good. The Emperor would not be too happy but he knew he was needed too much so his punishment would not be too severe.
Besides, Relin had his own plans, plans that needed Thetis alive…for the moment anyway. She would help him find a certain child.
Unwitting help was always the most amusing to use, the look upon your enemies’ face was always worth the careful planning. He called the soldiers off and mounted the bay stallion that waited patently by the trees.
Meanwhile, in the neighboring empire of Balin, the child of whom he was thinking of was born…
So, this is the prolouge of a long(ish) story I'm writing that still doesn't have a title. If anyone has any suggestions, I'm open for them ^^
Anywho, I'll post part II later...
And if I screwed up in grammar or anything, tell me so I can fix it. thanks!
