by PSLoyalist » Sat Feb 22, 2003 5:03 pm
Servi watched the monk walk towards the stables, most likly getting horses, or a job. Servi tilted his eyes towards the ground, footprints could be seen, dug deep into the dirt.
People were here obviously, but what are they doing now, minutes or hours ago they walked this road, but to where, to do what? Their walking through time, making their way only closer to their own death.
Servi pulled his head away from teh ground to divert his attention from the thought of death, he looked towards the heavens, stars twinkling, almost teasing him with pleasures uncomprihendable by a human mind.
"Why won't God let me die," Servi said under his breath, wondering why he's still alive, "I shoulda died years ago, on the battlefield," Servi began to talk normally raising his voice to almost a yell, " But, no! I have to live through a life of torment and mental anguish! Die of horribly old age, to see more times of horror and greif amoung soldier and civilian alike!," Servi said clenching his fist. He fell to the ground punching the dirt as hard as he could. A footprint, under his fist disappeared in a swirl of dust from teh impact, gone forever...
Servi raised his head as he heard some discussion behind him, fearing the worst he rolled off between two nearby buildings and drew his bow, nocking an arrow on it, he scanned what was left of the horizen behind him, against the moonlight.
He could see a large lumbering figure, no, wait, a man, carrying another man. Servi didn't knwo whether they were hostile or not, but kept his bow drawn.
With a deep breath, he waited till they approached closer, when the man was within a decent firing range, Servi jumped out, bow drawn and arrow head aimed on the forehead of the man.
"name yourselves!," Servi yelled pulling the string back allitle further, having his fingers meet his ears.