by Benjamin Baggett

Created on: May 22, 2008   Last Updated: December 14, 2008

Footsteps

The sounds of boots clapping down the dark hallway echoed loudly, was light dimly by an amber flame. Rutain ran as fast as he could trying to keep up with Sam, Sam being the best at most things. Running down this hallway decorated by vast history and old painting of their family's ancestors. Even some heirlooms hung in glass cases along with their father's hunting trophies.

His brother being the older of the two, would inheret all of the land and wealth when their father dies. Their father was old,sick with a deadly deases and still asleep when the touble started. Sam was the one to get all the studying rights, and was taught to do many things that a noble was to know. Even the Mage academy was calling him to come and train there under the head Priest. Rutain was inbound back to the Military Academy for the next two winters but this changed so fast for him.

As he kept running, blazing balls of fire smashed into the castle walls, shaking the floor like an earthquake. After the first one hit, Rutain lost his balance, then the second one came in hard and fast, knocking him to the marble floor. He struggled to stand, but charred wood and blazing fire forced him to crawl back away from where the fireball hit. As he stood a distance away watching the flames engulf the ceiling.

He was saddened by the sight of the fire and what damage it had done, stopping him from going any farther. In his thoughts and looking for some way to get across to find his brother, he noticed Sam standing perfectly still and staring at the ceiling.

"Sam!" Rutain shouted but his voice fell on deaf ears. Sam slowly placed both his hands on his sword looking upward as to be looking past the roof worried.

"Sam! Leave him; we have what we came for." Rutain shouted once more.

Sam turned to face Rutain, with a saddened expression; for he knew that he would not live much longer. He reached underneath his cloak and removed a Golden tipped sword which was one of those heirlooms. Sam gazed at it for minute as if to fight feelings, then in a strong toss, he threw it to Rutain. When he caught it, a strange chill went up his spine to the back of the the head. Deep in his chest was heat and warmth that he had never felt before, power of strength.

"Take it to the Elven Smith in the Kirkish Mountains in the north. He will teach you what he knows of the sword." Once he finished a gust of wind shook the hallway causing the blazing roof to cave in. Before it hit Rutain, Sam instantly telekinetically blew him

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