Long ago before the prehistoric ages, before the earth as we know it was made it was a different earth. This earth was ruled by humans, this earth was blind to evil, sin, lust, and greed. LORINTHIA PROLOGUE The time before kings. Of all the people in the world only a few had leadership, these people were called Royal families. Royal families were very rare, the enemies of the Royal families were peasants. Peasants were the opposite of Royals, Royals only happened in a perfect family, a family were there was complete agreement. However a peasant was when a man or a woman broke up, the Royals were stronger because the had Honor and Integration whereas the peasants were a split people. In a small smelly backroad to men conversed agitatedly, "Celab, What are you talking about! To fight? That is totally out of the question" a man of forty and two stated agitatedly, "it is not" came the reply after much consideration "It is merely extreme". "Jacques in my position I have much to gain, and yet so little to lose by their destruction." Jacques. As we will now call him, threw up his arms in frustration as another man walked into the backroad "It is done" the man stated sullenly, "The three will never rule their kingdom. Or know the secrets, the action is done" Well done mask, act two will now be stated. CHAPTER ONE LORINTHIA Hey guys ...(yes its me again) I'm trying again ... please post on my feedback thread and not here .. yes ik. My story ducks bad grammer. And no effort ... but I thought I would give myself a second chance... again PLEASE POSYLT ON FEEDBACK THREAD ONLY CHAPTER ONE Death in the wind. Of all the Royals the Keplin family was the greatest. Even the gamblers and drunkards respected them, so naturally they were chosen as the rulers of their providence. Their family altogether consisted of 4 members, Lauren the gentle Glandor the kind, and the two sons Niko And Sean. As time passed the son's. Grew older and the peasants grew bolder, By the time the twins were 18 the first man made death had occurred. The dark ages were coming fast. Time passed and providence after providence sunk into evil. The seed was sown gradually a man named John Hillary. A peasant became leader of the providence Gall. Gradually the first wars broke out, but still Lorinthia prevailed. However their time was coming. "Sir" A man of twenty started "Jacques continues despite your warnings," "Ask have seen" the man addressed replied, "The stroke is struck, mankind faces a great sorrrow yet to come." Dong Dong Dong Dong. The clock struck exactly four A.M. the sound of a man hurrying to the square could be heard. Jaqcues lit a cigar luminating himself and another man, dressed in a darn black cloack with a visible belt of daggers. He was quite a fierce picture, "So" Jacques. Addressed the man "The keplins had the triplets, that's 3 more to their 4, the job will still be done?" "Yes" Came the firm reply, "They will all be taken care of". That night 6 people died and one girl survived. That night a Legacy started. Bree Nightbreeze continued her mission. A mission of Good to defeat evil, LORINTHIA
Chapter 2 A light breeze flowed through the forest as bee's. Hurried to polinate natures creations, this Summer tranquility was interrupted by the rumble of a caravan. This caravan in particular was lead by the tax collector John nicks. Nicks was a fat lazy cruel tax collector. He had just left the village of arthea and was heading towards the capitol. Suddenly the caravan stopped. Nicks being a coward by nature sent one of his men to see what had happened, "Sir, all of the horses are gone. And the watchmen are dead" "Damnit" Nicks cursed Signallimg to three strong men "Come with me its the "outlaw" As the ventured deeper into the forest nicks suddenly realized he was lost. "MEN hello? Anyone! " he desperately called. "Hello," a female voice replied "Nightbreeze" he gasped as he ran the other direction. Only to be tripped by her staff, "well well well. The tax collector has come for his taxes. " "GO HOME!" She yelled as she knocked him unconscious with her staff.
Chapter 3 I sighed as I watched scramble away ... the gold from his caravan would benefit me greatly, however in the end I would give it back to its rightful owners, as I walked back to my "house" I contemplated my life. When I was four my step parents had found me wandering around the slums of writhes, a neighborring providence. My stepmother. Had brought me back to my house. At first my stepdad was mad at her, because they already had enough mouths to feed, but when I grew of age I learned to use a bow and some arrows, when I was 16 my stepbrother bought me my first bow, and when I was 18 I got my first sword. I suddenly stopped daydreaming as my house came into view. "Where were you!?! " My mom frustratedly yelled at me "Your brother has been looking for you everywhere, you never even opened your presents" she finished with a small smile. "You know we all saved up and got you something." "Really? You guys are the best" I happily said remembering that it was my birthday as I was hurried up stairs.