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|Ikando Part One (standard:fantasy, 4051 words)|
|Author: Ikando||Added: Oct 16 2000||Views/Reads: 2445/1326||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is the beginning of a long series I want to post on this site, all of them involving a Ranger called Ikando. If you'd like to give feedback my e-mail is... firstname.lastname@example.org|
So it’s true, he thought, it’s really true. The boy’s youthful, crystal green eyes glimmered with the reflection of the black night sky’s many stars. Slender rays of pale silver moonlight reached the lush forest floor, the plants and young trees all struggling to reach up to the endless sky. An echoing howl rang through the trees, the sound of a wolf calling to his pack heard from miles away. The young scout’s eyes glanced in the direction of the sound, his sensitive ears alerting him of the slightest change. Several long braids of dark brown hair shifted and fell with the boy’s movements, the strands ending at the center of his thin neck. Carefully, the ranger stalked through the forest, hidden in the safety of the shadows. Silence hung in the air like a thick fog, as the young ranger placed a soft leather stalking boot upon the moist forest floor. Moving with care and complete awareness of his surroundings, he crept along the forest’s edge, quietly approaching a dark clearing. His well trained eyes turned his attention to a large fire, made of gnarled branches that crackled and smoked as flames danced over the darkened, charred bark. Soon muffled chuckled and laughing reached the boy’s alert ears. Man sized tents glowed from fires inside, which sent smoke and heat into the night through the top of the pale grey tent. Rows upon rows of the tents filled the massive clearing, hundreds of soft voices filling the air, while laughter roared out from a large group of men around a second fire pit, which contained a blazing flame that raged against the darkness with large, bright red and yellow flames that danced higher than the ranger’s height. The group of well armed men roared a second time with drunken laughter. Each of the large men wore a shimmering plate of silver steel, engraved with a majestic eagle soaring above a burned and destroyed village-the symbol of the barbarians. Everyone of the men armed, most with five foot spears, others with heavy blades, while a few wore loaded crossbows. The ranger focused his hearing, ignoring all the sound that the camping soldiers produced. He focused intently, trying to listen in on the commander’s distant conversation, inside a tent several yards away. “We will need to move in the morning,” the commander’s deep, firm voice was a faint whisper in the scout’s mind. “But I still wonder, why do we fight a war with the rangers?” “We will attack in the morning. Do not question my intentions, unless you wish to be answered with a blade.” A second voice rolled into the boy’s mind, dark and powerful, though somehow familiar. The thought of a man so strong and evil sent a slight shiver down the 15 year old boy’s spine. “So it is true,” he repeated his thoughts, silently. “It is really true. The Barbarians are the ones who attacked us..but why? Why start a war with the rangers at this time?” Questions filled his mind as he straightened, remaining well hidden in the darkness of the trees. “I better hurry, father said that he will only wait a half hour for my return..” The boy’s eyes darted from the ground, to the raging fire pit. His sharp green eyes quickly scanned the now empty space. Glasses, some still half full of beer, sat on trays or rocks, as if their owners had vanished. The ranger’s heart skipped a beat as a twig was snapped behind him, sending him into a leap out of the shadows. “Get him! A spy!” A deep voice exploded from the darkness, more and more footsteps approaching from the night. The ranger scout took a half step backward, his eyes focused on the advancing group. In the corner of his eyes a dark figure slowly stalked into view, the commander. “You’re in a bad place, kid.” The commander’s voice was dark and menacing. “What’s your name, boy?” The huge Barbarian folded his muscular arms across his armor plated chest. The man’s face was hidden behind a knight’s black steel mask, which was stained with a rusty colored tint of blood. As the boy turned to face the large man, his Click here to read the rest of this story (360 more lines)
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