Post by GreyEidolon on Jan 14, 2007 12:54:27 GMT -5
Prologue
Quickly Istava gathered what little he'd be able to carry for what seemed like a long journey. Towards the back of the workshop, behind the stairway door, he could hear the sounds of two pairs of boots approaching at a sickeningly leisure pace. Heart racing, he rushed to the window on the opposite wall. The forest surrounding the tower offered no reassurance, the trees were heavily laden with snow, a cruel reminder of the ferocity of the Ergolish winter, wich was second only to that of Wiergald.
"Come out, Istava." Came a gruff voice, thick with arrogance. "No need to make things difficult..." Immediately Istava recognized the man's Sharizian accent.
"It would be quite rude of us to come in without your blessing..." Said the second, voice more fluid and similiarly accented.
Istava weighed his options. He'd never survive the fall, and even if it were possible, surely it would be damaged. And it's safety was paramount.
He would not be able to defend himself unarmed, not to mention alone. His worry doubled, forming a near tangible knot in his stomach.
"I'm getting impatient, Istava..." Said the first. "I'm only giving you a few more seconds..."
Istava considered his last plan, the reprecutions of wich frightened him more then the two brutes ever could.
"Ten seconds...10...9.."
It's too soon!- He thought - But what other choice do I have?
"...8...7...6..."
Then there is no other way...
"...5...4...3..."
Forgive me....
"...2..."
Istava brought his hand to it's face, muttering softly: "Orsaivil"