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Post by DoS Archive » Thu Mar 03, 2005 9:20 am

From: methous30@aol.com (Methous30)
Date: 03 Dec 2003 04:51:51 EST

He stopped for a moment for one last look behind him. As soon as he turned around he immediately regretted it. This place always held a special place in his heart, but now he only saw what it had become a place of death. He sighed as he turned back to the muddy path. This trip would be a short one, but could be very eventful. The old, never fully healing wound in his chest was aching again, after all this time he had grown used to the pain but it had never fully gone away. The mud on his shoe's was slowing him slightly, but with most things, he ignored it. The twilight was fast becoming night as he pressed on into the night limiting his view, but he knew where he was going and he had to go. "It must be done" he mumbled to himself as he moved from the path and into the forest.
As he approached the small stream the night was fast becoming morning. He had traveled all night to reach this one stream, it was half of the journey. Angel was no longer hanging from his waist, but was in his hand. He had been tracked much of the night, it would seem that what he sought was now seeking him. He noticed an odd scent in the air, confirming his suspicions as of what was behind him. He quickly darted behind a tree, dropped to his stomach as he untied the straps to his shoulder pack, and slowly crawled towards his stalker.
His breath was shallow and slow, his form was hidden, his sword at the ready, and his patients was at an end, when the group of Almeareing Templar's stepped out of the woods. The cat like creatures were tracking him by his scent as he had suspected. But now they had picked up his cross trails. He had purposely crawled in many direction hoping to confuse them. After a few moments they grouped off and went separate ways. Three went towards the stream, three went into the woods opposite him, and four came towards him. Not the mix he had hoped for, but better odds against four than ten. He was silent as he rushed the four, impaling the first before they could even react. Angel met the dual blades of the short sword of the next, then batted away another's attack. Before he knew it the three were pressing him back and even managing to score a few flesh wounds. After a few very painful and long moments they joined their companion in death.
His left arm hung useless, that was the worse injury his ambush had caused him. Three such attacks had been made on his life in the last few days. Each of them had almost doubled the last, the first were only four of the creatures, then six, now ten. He wasn't sure he could survive another one alone. The arm bothered him little, his family had always been very skilled at healing themselves, he was the best. In a few hours the wound we be gone with no sign that it had ever been there. What did concern him was who the attacks were coming from and for what purpose besides his death?
He stepped through the portal letting it close behind him. This was once Cronos's realm, he hopped it still was. There were sky touching mountains to the West, and a vast plain to the East. His view to the North was a little more assuring, several small villages were lining a river, perfect ground for a small manor or keep. He would seek Cronos there, for now it was his best hope.
There were several peasant on horseback almost immediately in front of him, still gapping about his abrupt and dramatic appearance. Angel was draw and hurled through the nearest one before they could even run. "Surely Cronos won't mind me garnishing a horse" he said to himself as he retrieved his blade.
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