"What are we going to do?"
"Exactly what we said we would! Bring the infant!" "But sir!" "No questions, do it!"
*An infant is placed on a stone tablet,kicking and crying* *The village elder takes out a knife and cuts his arm and the infant's arm, drops of blood falling on the baby's stomach. The elder smears it, making a symbol* There... he will be ours to control. *The symbol begins to glow, and the child cries loudly, the symbol pulsing wildly* Stop it! I can't! Stop it, dammit! *The elder hands a sword to a younger, middle-aged man. The man lifts it and brings it down, point-first* I'm sorry, my son. *The child is wrapped in a bundle and thrown into the river.* Farewell...Ultima.
End of Prologue. Next: Chapter 1: A Dark Encounter.
-Justin Beregeron
 Neko MiraMira · Wed Jan 24, 2007 @ 11:33pm · 3 Comments |
