IntroductionA Chapter by Tim Holt, AuthorIntroduction He pulled the long, slender sword from it’s sheath. The blade was made from the finest elven steel. His sword was named Istonul, the light in the darkness. It looked too sleder to even be a sword, but people underestimated the sword for it’s size. A long green line ran down the double edged blade. The sword had originated in the first age of the world, wielded by the great elf warrior Gildur. “You have chosen a battle you cannot hope to win!” his opponent roared with confidence. The elf stood motionless, giving no sign that he had heard the man at all. The familiar weight of the silver blade and the other weapons on his person made him confident. The blood-red dagger slung at his side was curved and deadly. The black ash bow strung with the finest elf hair and his quiver of swan feather fletched arrows were pressed to his back. He must get to his destination soon, so this robber claiming that the bridge was his would have to fall swiftly. He watched his clumsy opposition with a hint of humor. The armor he wore was laughable, obviously stolen from some poor soldier, which on him was many sizes too big. His broadsword was too small for the man, this would be fun. He slowly advanced on his target, holding his sword point to the ground. His attacker lunged at him, aiming a slash at his side. The elf easily deflected the blow and whipped his sword the man’s exposed leg. Blood seeped from the wound and the man slowly realized how skilled the elf he was facing was. His natural elf swiftness allowed him to block the killing thrust meant for the heart. He sidestepped to the man’s exposed back and thrust the sword into his back. The man slid to the ground. He looked into the elf’s face and said with his dying breath the word
“Gildor.” Hmm, I must be more known than I thought. I’ll have to be more careful. Gildor thought as cleaned his sword on the grass. He slid his sword back into his sheath and remounted his blood-bay horse Tycra. Gildor had raised Tycra from foal to full grown stallion. He spoke quietly into Tycra’s ear and the horse sprung off toward his destination.
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1 Review Added on July 15, 2008 AuthorTim Holt, AuthorLos Angeles, CAAboutMy name is Tim Holt. I live in Southern California and I love Jesus!! He's a great guy. Im a huge guitar player. I also love to hang out with friends, and the best thing besides God is JUSTICE!!!!!!.. more..Writing
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