The Linien Group

This is the prologue to a novel that I am writing. (unedited) Please ignore notes left by myself. Most will appear as (???). More to come soon!




Prologue

A New Power

The group of three made there way to the Kyber pass. Lyaber pushed his horse forward after the ride through the mountains they were nearly spent. The elite group of soldiers halted for a late lunch. “Yarrl?” The captain asked. “Yes Captain Lyaber,” Yarrl replied. “I need you to scout ahead on foot.” “Yes Captain.” Yarrl left the group of now two. He trusted Captain Lyaber with his life. He was a big bulky man  with muscles on top of his muscles. He had a  thick black beard with white patches throughout it. If anything happened the group knew that there captain would protect them. Yarrl pressed on. It felt good to walk after the long ride. He would scout ahead to the Kyber pass. Suddenly there was a noise to Yarrl’s right. Almost like something being strained. He had heard it before. It was almost like… An arrow shoot overhead missing him by inches. Lyaber had ducked just in time. He drew his sword ready for a fight. But, then there was nothing. It was as if he had imagined the whole endeavor. So he continued to scout ahead with his sword drawn. Yarrl was not one to give up easily. He also didn’t want to upset the captain. Yarrl listened for any little sound that would give away his foe. After what seemed a long trek through the snow capped mountain he made it to the pass. It was a narrow snow covered stone bridge of sorts. Suddenly a tall muscular figure stepped out from a boulder on the other side of the pass. He wore a black cloak with a steel breastplate. The breastplate had a symbol that resembled an upside down Z although the parallel sides were slightly curved. The two stared each other down for awhile then the foe pulled off of his back two saber blades which he connected together with a handle. The foe held the double bladed weapon level with the ground. Yarrl charged his opponent with fury in his eyes. The wicked looking man just stood there waiting for the right opportunity. As soon as there swords met Yarrl knew that it would be a tough fight. The cloaked figure wield the weapon like an extension of his arm. The first injury he inflicted was a slice to Yarrl’s arm, then he stabbed him in the shoulder. After performing something resembling a back flip the foe finished off Yarrl with a swift strike. The crafty swordsman left his body to rot in the cold. He walked up to his new group of recruits who had been watching from a distance. “A new power is rising and the old shall fall!” He said with death in his voice. The group gave cheers for their leader.