May 20, 2012
Fireheart

Far overhead a hawk soared, weaving inbetween the trees looking for it’s next prey. The air smelled sweet, like a mixture of berries and grass. The birds were chirping, and men were talking. The sun was bright, and there was not a cloud in the sky. It had the be the nicest day of the year, thus far.

For me however, the day had gotten off to a rough start. I was on the run, the assassins guild had  decided that I would be their next target. You see I had a run in with one of the most powerful clans in the land not to long ago. The Fireheart clan. A group of explorers dedicated to finding, and solving the mysteries of this world. They.. didn’t like me.

I tripped. The roots to one of the tree’s was sticking up above the ground. On my way down I looked behind me, eyeing one of my pursurers. He was wearing a red mask over his face, and long elaberate red robes. I could not make out the expression in his face, he was a blur of red, moving faster then anyone I knew. I only had a matter of seconds left. I crawled, trying desperatly to get up. I could have cried, but I held it in. That’s when the man in red cought up to me. He held his dagger to my throught, pulling me up.

“Got you” He said, almost emotionless behind his mask. “Lord Fireheart has requested an audience with you.” He threw down a smoke bomb, and when the dust cleared we were at the Fireheart camp.

My mind spun in circles. I had no clue what was going on. One minute I thought I was going to die, the next here I was. Back at the camp of the people who called the hit on me. I felt sick. 

“This way” The man said, his voice really creeping me out. I followed hom into Lord Firehearts tent. The inside was elaberate, with reds and golds. Taperstry hung from the cieling, and a man adorned in dark armor sat in a chair at the other end of the tent.

“Aldrik, you may leave us now” the man said “Leondil, take a seat, I have an offer to make you” Aldrik left the tent silently, and I took a seat on chair that was just right of where I was standing. “How would you like to be a member of the Fireheart clan? To be one of the few who know our true purpose in this world?”

April 11, 2012
Fireheart

The air around the arena hung dark as the gladiators stood, lifelessly staring at each other. The crowd was motionless, and not a sound was heard. I looked about, holding my breath, as was everyone else in the stands. The two men down below looked tough, each with minimal armor, and a huge weapon. They both sneered, a scowl upon their face. The silence shattered as they clashed, a gasp of excitement could be heard from the stands. The fought quickly, a flurry of dodges, blocks, and blood. My heart sunk as I realized that soon enough it would be me in that arena. I began to feel dizzy, sick even. The two down below meant nothing to me. They wanted to be here, to them this was some kind of.. glory. I, however, was just a boy, I was not ready to die. 

January 9, 2012
Fireheart

I don’t know what it was I noticed first… the stench of death upon the midnight air, or the inky black aura about the city itself. A wave of terror washed over my already trembling body, and the demons laughter sunk deeper into my mind. The dirt beneath my feet felt insecure, as if the ground was about the give in underneath me. That was impossible, I told myself, taking a deep breath, the stench choking me. I took a small step foreword, concentrating solely on the crunch of gravel beneath my feet, my hand defaulting to the hilt of my blade.

“Why have you come here?” The coarse voice said, directly to my mind.

I swallowed hard, closing my eyes and drawing my blade.

“I’ve come for you” I said, in the strongest voice I could muster. It was hard to keep a face, when you were scared for your life. I shook away the terror and opened my eyes noticing the corpses that lined the streets. I was fighting for their vengeance, not my own.

“For me?” The demon questioned hoarsely. “You are not ready to challenge my kind, mortal”

With that the demon materialized just a few feet from where I was standing. He was ugly, that was for sure. Blood red skin and black eyes were the creatures two most distinguishing marks. His skin looked rough, marked with scars, and markings. His claws were sharp, and his face said that he was ready to kill. I didn’t respond, just sized the creature up. It stood at about seven feet tall, a towering menace for sure.

I heard a clang as my sword hit the ground, and I stepped two steps back. This city would become my tomb, like it had so many before me. My hands shook, my mind raced. I had to run. It was my only way out. I turned to the entrance of the city, but the monster just materialized at the entrance.

“Where do you think that your going.” It spoke to my mind again. “I can’t just let a fine meal such as yourself go”

I dropped to my knees closing my eyes again, and hoping for a swift end. I should have never come to this place. I could hear the creature making it’s way closer to me. A soft crunching on the gravel in front of me getting closer. My eyes shot open, and I sprang to life. I had to fight. I thought of everyone that was counting on me.

“You” I seethed, letting the hatred flow through me, “I will never lose to you!”