SacrificeThe old temple of ancient god Set was in almost complete ruin. Once the god resided here with his maidens and priestesses but now only the desert wind was playing with the walls and making the strange, cry-like sounds. On the ruined and cracked floor, on one of the broken columns was seating young red-haired man in white robes and black leather trousers with a lot of chains. He had this malicious smile on face that was the sign he had something...well, malicious on his mind. On the ground was kneeling young woman; she was crying.
"Say my name" the man said it with amusement in his voice.
The woman stopped crying for a second and looked with fear in her eyes on the red-haired man. The man didn't expect her to co-operate that soon; he leaned in his seat and crossed his arms.
"So you are the sacrificial lamb" he laughed. "I will never understand these peasants. I won't stop killing them, even if they bring me all their beautiful women they have. Village after village, town after town...I
The Archer's Legacy-Part One Sunlight flittered through the canopy of leaves above. The smell of flowers and ripened fruit rode the small breeze like horsemen, ruffling the grass. Birds chirped as if celebrating the warm, spring day. An arrow whistled, cutting through the air as if it were nothing.
It stuck cleanly at the center of an assortment of red and white circles. Lucinda, a maiden of seventeen with night black hair and dark chocolate eyes notched another arrow into the taught string of her bow. The black and red arrow shot past fifty yards of trees and shrubbery to pierce the back of the previous arrow, splitting it in half.
Lucinda allowed her arms to fall. "What a waste," she murmured. "I'll have to make more, I suppose."
The girl crossed the expanse of forest quickly, long hair trailing behind her. Thin, graceful f