I said, We'd better ride! PROLOGUE

The persons are riding hard and fast. We want to avoid being caught by the town's people.

“I said, Ride for the hill!”
I, Shallynne and Thallin rode at breakneck speed to escape the town that had turned against us. “No to be more accurate It’s just me they are after. You see there has been a bounty set on my head. Dead or alive!”, I said as I began to slap my horses withers to have pick up speed.
“I told you to put away the sword. You wouldn’t listen to me!” Shallynne said as she looked at me,
I saw the torches being held aloft by the town’s people, as they chased after us.
We began to ride into a huge bank of fog, Ahead of us was a huge blanket of fog rising from the river's bank; there was a chill to it on our flesh. We were galloping as fast as we could ride. The blanket covered the horizon in its grasp holding everything. There was a cold that swarmed over us as it seeped deep within our flesh. We could feel it gnawing away at our nerves. It held us like a garter on a woman's leg to keep her stockings up. I could see my breath out of my mouth, ease from my lips. On my waist hung a sword which I was proficient in using when it was called for.
Thallin said,”Creeton. Watch the way your horse is riding! We’re near the bank of the river here!”
“I know this,” I said as I began to pull back on my reins to slow down,I looked over my shoulder to see the torch light following us. They vanished into the fog. I began to relax.
The reason that they are pursuing us. Is thanks to me, wearing the sword in its balrick. It is my father’s sword. It is distinctive as the cross piece has marking on it of my father.
“The bounty is 15 gold pieces, it is a great deal of coin that they would receive if my body or I walk into the sheriff’s office with one of them leading me there.” I said as I thought about it happening to me. There would be no trial. Just the executioners blade to fall on my neck.
“I think I see, something a head of us!” Thallin said as he peered into fog ridden darkness he saw seven flames at the height of our steed’s head. Two of these things looked to ears of a horse, two more looked like eyes, nostrils and mouth, there were four of them there. He pointed at the fires before him.
“Didn’t you see, the flames there! Its about the height of steed head.” Shallynne said as she looked at the heads of these horses there.
“I see them!” I said as I had drawn closer to these flames. I heard hooves striking the earth, I saw a shadow with what appeared to be a head on its shoulders. I turned away from this shadow it looked like a man. I saw flames in its head where its mouth should be, and eyes were in flames as well.
Night was falling, the moon was full, but there were dense clouds covered the skyline. So, there was no moon in the sky, but I knew it was there above us. I saw it rise on the horizon as I entered the tavern to partake of some good ale, talk with the patron and have a good time there. Maybe play a few hands of cards as well. I wasn't much good at that Thallin was better at it than I. Also perhaps listen to bards as they sing their songs or dance to be paid for their show.
Shallynne urged her mustang ahead of mine, pale hair streaming like a banner from it's sigil. And Thallin, bless his soul, clung to his reins as if prayer alone could keep him in the saddle. He hadn’t fallen off just yet. His fingers felt the chill of the wind howling about us. The wind tried to make him release the reins. He would die.I f he did this and he knew this. He would not release the reins.
I dug the heels in harder to urge my steed to gallop further and harder. Behind us, the glow of torches flickered in the dark like embers in a forge. I swore I could hear them chanting for me to fall into their hands. They imagined what they could buy with it. That is the prize they sought.
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You see my father was gambling man, He was cursed with the plague that this had brought this to our home. He lost what should have been his home. But he put the marker down on his wife instead of his house.
Pa left the house one evening when a slaver was brought to the house with a few of his people to acquire mom from the house. His people walked into the house, they arrived late in the evening.
There were five of them, including the slaver. They woke me, when they came in. They headed to the bed chamber of my parents, they opened the door. Stepped inside one of them was holding a net which they flung over my mom as she woke.
Another one of them grabbed me, when I strode out of my room, I grabbed my dagger to protect mom from whoever this was. One of them grabbed me, by putting a dagger to my throat I froze.
“I don’t wanta hurt you boy!” the figure holding the dagger said as I felt the chill of its blade against my skin. I turned to face the man holding the blade there against my skin at my throat.
“Drop the dagger. I will allow you to say good bye to your mom! Otherwise I will kill you without a thought.” the man said, his skin was pale as pale as the moon in the sky. His hand did not falter as he held it there.
I released my dagger, my eyes swept the room. There were three people in the bed room, one holding my mother’s wrist as another threw a fist at her face. The third figure was a big man, he was a big man, maybe twelve stones. Muscular in build he wore a black breast plate with a skirt of leather.
The other figure was holding the door open, he looked at me and said, “You’re a fighter! Good to know1” Wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“There’s a fire going. We might as well brand her now. That we have her!” The one with the breastplate said as he pulled out a metal rod with a flat end on one side of it. He pressed the rod into the fire which was burning there. He withdrew the rod from the fire the tip was red in color smoke rose from it. He brought the rod to my mother’s hip. She screamed,
I tried to attack, but the knife at my throat caused me to not attack them.
They left the house.The wind howled as it blew through the house. Pa was no where to be found.
When he arrived, he saw that I was awake. He looked at me and said,”Where’s mom?”
“Someone came here and took her with them,” I said.
“That’s unfortunate, that this had to happen here,” Pa said as he looked at me, he wiped my tear filled eyes.
The man I knew who was wearing the black metal breastplate was a slaver, no one questioned him or dared to question him for his actions. Pa was afraid of what had happened.
I snarled,”What is the meaning of this happening?”
“It seems, there was debt that had to be paid off! She chose to pay it off!” Pa said as he looked at me.
“Whose debt is this debt?” I growled as I approached Pa
Pa took off his sword from his balrick that was on his back, to put the sword to my chest, I felt the blade’s edge cut into my flesh. He declared,”If you dare to question me. I will kill you! Without a quam. Do you understand me!”
I stepped back from his sword’s edge. He smiled as I did this. He said,”You will obey me!”
I closed my hands and said,”I would do this?”
Pa smiled as he lowered his sword from my chest, He gave me a hug. I accepted his doing this. I wanted him to pay for what he done to mom. I knew i would have wait until he fell asleep. I would bid my time with him.
He did not see what the slaver did to mom. My heart was cold upon seeing this happen. He fell a sleep that day. I drew up my dagger slipped silently into his room. He lay there sleeping, I slowly began to walk toward his sleeping form.
He was on his side. The bed was in the center of the room, I crept upon him. He turned to face me. His eyes were closed, his eyes shifted beneath his lids. I threw my dagger at his neck, I cut his jugular artery. Blood jettisoned out of his body.
I smiled as he died. I stole his sword from his body. As I pulled it out of its baldrick smoke poured off the sword’s edge. There were things etched into the blade, that looked like words but I could not read them.
The pommel was cold to the touch, until the blade was a blaze. Than it grew warm in my hands. I put the blade back into its sheath. I was nearly 11 stones, I was muscular in build. My black hair fell to my shoulders. I took my cloak and walked out of the house after setting it a blaze.
Someone put a warrant on me. I would be hunted until I died.