I finally plucked up the courage to share this on the forums. I also have a little website set up where I will post any fiction and fan-art or character development. link:
http://storiesfromtyria.blogspot.co.uk
I am going to post some of chapter 1 and keep posting the rest of the story on the site. I wrote this for creative expression and developing on my character’s personal story.
[DIARY OF A NECROMANCER]
CHAPTER I
“HALT!!!
You are under arrest for crimes against Kryta and conspiring against the Crown!!”
The cold ring of blades being unsheathed echoed
through the hustle and bustle of Eastern Divinity’s Reach,
People stood back and watched, dazed as a group of Seraph begun to apprehend a mysterious cloaked man standing by a historical book cart in the street market. He had initially done well by blending in with the crowd, though he had not quite disguised himself well enough;
on his left hand, partially gloved by frayed leather gauntlets, a shimmering dragonite ring sat neatly on his ring finger bearing the White Mantle crest.
The common man would not have recognised the spiked dome with the eerie white double edged blade falling through the middle;
the White Mantle had become a legend to the people of Kryta long ago, nothing more than a children’s tale.
But for one Officer with steadfast knowledge and a keen eye, the glimmer of that ring in the daylight was all too real and familiar.
The man’s eyes darted around as the Seraph began to circle him, closing in on his position.
He dropped an artefact he was looking at onto the floor and it sung with a loud clink, rolling away across the cobbled path.
“Don’t even think about running. We have you now! DIE, WHITE MANTLE SCUM!!”
A sudden wave of panic caused citizens to run and hide and merchants frantically began to pack away their belongings.
The woman who had been managing the book stall was several feet away on the floor, cowering.
The cloaked man glared down at her and his cold stare caught her eyes briefly.
He clenched his fist, threatening her with a growl, and as she screamed, he then leaped over the stall and sent it crashing down in the path behind him.
Books and trinkets fell about the place and the cart tumbled over, almost falling on the stall owner.
In a display of strength and valiance, the Officer who had recognised the ring rolled underneath the crushing weight of the cart just in time, saving the sobbing and shaking woman at his feet but straining underneath it.
“Officer- Be careful, It’s too heavy!”
Another woman, an ally working close with the authorities, rushed to the scene to help.
She wore the regalia of Dwayna in a deep blue-black, and as the tails of her robes fluttered in the wind it appeared as though a raven had swooped down into the street from a nearby building.
Together they counted down from three, and then with one final push summoning all their might, the stall cart was finally upright again.
They stood in unison, as the Officer wiped the dripping sweat from his brow, slightly hunched over.
“Officer Ralan- Are you hurt?? I can help mend your injuries.”
She reached out towards his left shoulder, as she could sense his pain.
He furiously pushed her hand away
“Go- after him! We can’t let him get away!!”
She stood back, blinking, and then quickly nodded, turning back to the chase.
Spotting the rest of the group headed towards the Salma District, she followed in their direction.
The Officer rubbed his shoulder, wincing with the pain. Uttering a quiet prayer for healing, he sighed heavily and then reached his hand down to the stall owner, helping her up.
“It’s ok, you’re safe now.”
She took his hand and stood up, seeing his face properly for the first time.
He had piercing blue eyes and a strong jaw, his thick dark hair was
cut neatly with a partial bang on the right side of his face and his locks lightly danced in the breeze.
She looked down at her feet sheepishly.
“You’re Officer Ralan? I… I don’t know how to—”
“I have to go.”
Ralan cut her off, and she nodded, looking away.
He paused, then lifted her chin and looked into her eyes,
“We will see each other again.”
He held her hands, pressing something tightly in her palms, and then ran towards the Salma district after the others.
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(edited by Midnightery.5304)