Corcoran was waiting on the outside of the city of Grenfell. He knew that Dustin and Galen would be leaving the city shortly. He would follow them on to Colodia. Corcoran had noticed more people leaving the city than usual. They were headed to the woods that surrounded the city.
The increased activity made him suspicious. Something had changed; it was as if everyone was preparing for something. He had not had any contact with anyone in Grenfell; he had heard a riot from outside of the city limits but he did not know why the people had been rioting. The smell of burnt and smouldering wood was still in the air. The pungent smell was reminiscent of his time as an apprentice of Kartu, the dark and mysterious warlock at the centre of the last Great War.
Colodia was just a few days away from Grenfell, and he would be thankful to be back in his home town. Corcoran wasn’t sure if he would be welcomed by whatever family he had left in Colodia. It had been many years since he had left Colodia. Rumours of his apprenticeship would have spread since he had left, would he be ridiculed and possibly burned for his association with the dark warlock?
He had taken a lot of criticism for being an apprentice to Kartu. Not very many people could appreciate the fact that he left. At least that is what he had told people; not many believed him. Corcoran had to hide in the shadows most of the time, people were afraid of what they did not understand and fear was a powerful force that had Corcoran running from angry mobs. His cloak had served him well; hiding him from plain view when there were many people near and prone to panic if they knew who he was.
As he was resting and eating a few fruits that he had managed to steal from the market in Grenfell, he could hear the sound of horses trotting up to the edge of Grenfell’s city limits. Corcoran donned his hood hiding him from view. He knew that the travellers would be leaving the city at any moment and he did not want to be discovered.
Two men on horseback emerged from the edge of the city. Adam and Dustin, Corcoran had known Adam when he was just a little boy shortly before he had left Colodia to find his own purpose. He was looking for Galen and Draven; he expected them to be following behind Adam and Dustin. The two messengers made a clicking sound and their horses started to gallop out of the city limits. He did not see anyone behind the two messengers. He would have to move quickly if he was to follow them.
Corcoran started running behind the two messengers; they were gaining distance with every second. He let the hood of his cloak fall from his head as soon as he was a good distance away from Grenfell. Whether or not he was seen was not what he was worried about right now; he had to cover a lot of ground to get close to the galloping horses. He needed to at least keep visual contact with them until they reached the fork in the road ahead. He wanted to make sure that he could follow them to either Rosh or Colodia. The rocky road he was running on was uneven and he almost twisted his ankle on more than one occasion. But the two men on horseback were approaching the fork in the road.
The right path leads to Colodia and the path on the left leads to Rosh. Corcoran was expecting a right turn. The two horsemen veered to the left and took the path to Rosh. This unexpected turn of events puzzled Corcoran. Why would they be going to Rosh? Were they not originally planning to go to Colodia? Corcoran thought. Maybe he should finally reveal himself to the travellers to discover their motives for going to Rosh.
Was it the right time for him to reveal himself to the messengers? He had avoided any contact with them including being present for the delivering of the news from out of town. He would have to move quickly and use the power the cloak he wore possessed in order to catch up to the messengers.
Part 2 will be scheduled for Next Wednesday.
The increased activity made him suspicious. Something had changed; it was as if everyone was preparing for something. He had not had any contact with anyone in Grenfell; he had heard a riot from outside of the city limits but he did not know why the people had been rioting. The smell of burnt and smouldering wood was still in the air. The pungent smell was reminiscent of his time as an apprentice of Kartu, the dark and mysterious warlock at the centre of the last Great War.
Colodia was just a few days away from Grenfell, and he would be thankful to be back in his home town. Corcoran wasn’t sure if he would be welcomed by whatever family he had left in Colodia. It had been many years since he had left Colodia. Rumours of his apprenticeship would have spread since he had left, would he be ridiculed and possibly burned for his association with the dark warlock?
He had taken a lot of criticism for being an apprentice to Kartu. Not very many people could appreciate the fact that he left. At least that is what he had told people; not many believed him. Corcoran had to hide in the shadows most of the time, people were afraid of what they did not understand and fear was a powerful force that had Corcoran running from angry mobs. His cloak had served him well; hiding him from plain view when there were many people near and prone to panic if they knew who he was.
As he was resting and eating a few fruits that he had managed to steal from the market in Grenfell, he could hear the sound of horses trotting up to the edge of Grenfell’s city limits. Corcoran donned his hood hiding him from view. He knew that the travellers would be leaving the city at any moment and he did not want to be discovered.
Two men on horseback emerged from the edge of the city. Adam and Dustin, Corcoran had known Adam when he was just a little boy shortly before he had left Colodia to find his own purpose. He was looking for Galen and Draven; he expected them to be following behind Adam and Dustin. The two messengers made a clicking sound and their horses started to gallop out of the city limits. He did not see anyone behind the two messengers. He would have to move quickly if he was to follow them.
Corcoran started running behind the two messengers; they were gaining distance with every second. He let the hood of his cloak fall from his head as soon as he was a good distance away from Grenfell. Whether or not he was seen was not what he was worried about right now; he had to cover a lot of ground to get close to the galloping horses. He needed to at least keep visual contact with them until they reached the fork in the road ahead. He wanted to make sure that he could follow them to either Rosh or Colodia. The rocky road he was running on was uneven and he almost twisted his ankle on more than one occasion. But the two men on horseback were approaching the fork in the road.
The right path leads to Colodia and the path on the left leads to Rosh. Corcoran was expecting a right turn. The two horsemen veered to the left and took the path to Rosh. This unexpected turn of events puzzled Corcoran. Why would they be going to Rosh? Were they not originally planning to go to Colodia? Corcoran thought. Maybe he should finally reveal himself to the travellers to discover their motives for going to Rosh.
Was it the right time for him to reveal himself to the messengers? He had avoided any contact with them including being present for the delivering of the news from out of town. He would have to move quickly and use the power the cloak he wore possessed in order to catch up to the messengers.
Part 2 will be scheduled for Next Wednesday.
You must have a very creative mind to write about these scenes and the characters in your story.
ReplyDeleteIt is like I'm reading The Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter.