Lupus
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a story-unfinished
ok well its unfinished and very long so.....
Licentia’s Reign
Prologue
A tear rolled down Licentia’s cheek as she gazed into her brothers cold dead eyes. Her hair stuck to her tear sodden face. Golden strands covered her eyes as she knelt down and wept. She covered his body with hers as if trying to stop him leaving. But it was obvious the spirit had gone the body was nothing but an empty shell. She started to whisper obviously going insane over her loss over and over,
“They will pay, I swear they will pay, the world will pay!!!! Mortuus has not died in vein.”
She stole his blade and left. Fires burning around her she left all that she knew and loved never to be seen again until one day five years later she rode back into town bearing her brothers sword and dark evil armour. She rode to the palace strode into the throne room and slayed the king. He wept at her side slowly dying clinging to her. Her now grey hair and pale skin twisted with insanity grinned at him as she took one final stroke. Licentia bent down and picked the crown from his head. Then she walked to the throne and sat, spinning the crown on her finger. Then she said
“Now for the rest of the world,” and broke into laughter
Chapter 1
13 years later in a small village…
A candle burned brightly on the wall as Lucis worked. Sweat dripped from his forehead as the horses whinnied behind him. Everyone got the day off to mourn except him.
“It’s my birthday the exact day the king died and I still have to clean these damn stables.”
Abandoned at birth Lucis was taken in by a stern inn keeper and lived to hear the stories of the travellers who stayed in the inn. He was found with a note with a name and age it was only later he discovered that he was born the day the king died; he was born the day the kingdom fell! His blonde hair covered his face as he worked shovelling out the stables. Outside he heard a trot.
“Oh great more horses to clean” he sighed but then he heard a shout and the sound of an arrow he rushed out and found a man heavily clad in the armour of the rogues.
“THE UNDEAD ARE COMING!!!!! FLEE!!!!”
“You’re hurt badly!” Lucis exclaimed.
“Leave me and take this take it to the rogues they need it if they have any chance of finding the true King!” and with that he died.
“But the king is dead!” he shouted as though by shouting the man could hear him through the wall that is death. He raised the alarm running into the inn and waking everyone. He clutched up a sword and a horse and fled.
The inn burned and as he galloped. The inn and his life.
He galloped for days not stopping not looking back for fear the undead were following. He arrived at a small town; its name was Pax Pacis. The birds sung and he knew this was a place he could stay in safety until he found a rogue that is. He arrived at a small inn. Nothing as grand as his old home, but it had the air of a palace and its customers were treated as royalty. He was taken to a room where he immediately fell into a deep slumber.
Upon waking he felt the bundle he had received from the rogue in a pouch and on it a map to this very inn.
“If only I had seen this earlier” he said aloud.
On the back were instructions on meeting a rogue spy named Custodis; “he will wear a cloak of black and has hair as white as snow he bears a crescent scar over the right eye. For him to identify you must be in the inn’s bar at 5 strikes of the clock and must sit at the table in the corner. You must not be late!!!”
“More for me to do! This saving the world crap isn’t everything its cracked up to be!” Lucis thought. He looked at the clock as he heard the first chime.
“oh god I’m gonna be late!” and with that he ran clutching the bundle.
Downstairs he sat at the table and waited. Soon a man walked over and sat down. He looked exactly as described.
“do you have it?” he asked his voice hard and quiet. Lucis set down the bundle.
“Perfect” he said.
tell me wat u guys think and wether i should carry on with it
ok well its unfinished and very long so.....
Licentia’s Reign
Prologue
A tear rolled down Licentia’s cheek as she gazed into her brothers cold dead eyes. Her hair stuck to her tear sodden face. Golden strands covered her eyes as she knelt down and wept. She covered his body with hers as if trying to stop him leaving. But it was obvious the spirit had gone the body was nothing but an empty shell. She started to whisper obviously going insane over her loss over and over,
“They will pay, I swear they will pay, the world will pay!!!! Mortuus has not died in vein.”
She stole his blade and left. Fires burning around her she left all that she knew and loved never to be seen again until one day five years later she rode back into town bearing her brothers sword and dark evil armour. She rode to the palace strode into the throne room and slayed the king. He wept at her side slowly dying clinging to her. Her now grey hair and pale skin twisted with insanity grinned at him as she took one final stroke. Licentia bent down and picked the crown from his head. Then she walked to the throne and sat, spinning the crown on her finger. Then she said
“Now for the rest of the world,” and broke into laughter
Chapter 1
13 years later in a small village…
A candle burned brightly on the wall as Lucis worked. Sweat dripped from his forehead as the horses whinnied behind him. Everyone got the day off to mourn except him.
“It’s my birthday the exact day the king died and I still have to clean these damn stables.”
Abandoned at birth Lucis was taken in by a stern inn keeper and lived to hear the stories of the travellers who stayed in the inn. He was found with a note with a name and age it was only later he discovered that he was born the day the king died; he was born the day the kingdom fell! His blonde hair covered his face as he worked shovelling out the stables. Outside he heard a trot.
“Oh great more horses to clean” he sighed but then he heard a shout and the sound of an arrow he rushed out and found a man heavily clad in the armour of the rogues.
“THE UNDEAD ARE COMING!!!!! FLEE!!!!”
“You’re hurt badly!” Lucis exclaimed.
“Leave me and take this take it to the rogues they need it if they have any chance of finding the true King!” and with that he died.
“But the king is dead!” he shouted as though by shouting the man could hear him through the wall that is death. He raised the alarm running into the inn and waking everyone. He clutched up a sword and a horse and fled.
The inn burned and as he galloped. The inn and his life.
He galloped for days not stopping not looking back for fear the undead were following. He arrived at a small town; its name was Pax Pacis. The birds sung and he knew this was a place he could stay in safety until he found a rogue that is. He arrived at a small inn. Nothing as grand as his old home, but it had the air of a palace and its customers were treated as royalty. He was taken to a room where he immediately fell into a deep slumber.
Upon waking he felt the bundle he had received from the rogue in a pouch and on it a map to this very inn.
“If only I had seen this earlier” he said aloud.
On the back were instructions on meeting a rogue spy named Custodis; “he will wear a cloak of black and has hair as white as snow he bears a crescent scar over the right eye. For him to identify you must be in the inn’s bar at 5 strikes of the clock and must sit at the table in the corner. You must not be late!!!”
“More for me to do! This saving the world crap isn’t everything its cracked up to be!” Lucis thought. He looked at the clock as he heard the first chime.
“oh god I’m gonna be late!” and with that he ran clutching the bundle.
Downstairs he sat at the table and waited. Soon a man walked over and sat down. He looked exactly as described.
“do you have it?” he asked his voice hard and quiet. Lucis set down the bundle.
“Perfect” he said.
tell me wat u guys think and wether i should carry on with it
