The Night Watch - Prolouge

The wind blew harshly against Cole as he chopped wood. The older guards of the night watch had sent him out to get wood for the fire. Cole was the youngest of the night watch. But he was still proud; the night watch was a very respectable job and you got paid well, but no one had the time to use the money. They only got one week of in the whole year.

Crack! The wood split it half as he chopped it. He lifted the ax for another swing but stopped, he felt and icy chill go threw his body. He shivered; he pulled up the collar of his thick wool coat. Even the big wool coat and the brown leather pants couldn’t keep him warm; the snow storm had lasted for a week so far and it showed know signs of slowing down. Cole didn’t like this snowstorm, he felt kind of weird like something bad was going to happen to him.

Cole looked out into the dense forest; he felt like someone was looking at him. But he couldn’t see anyone or anything, just trees and brush. So he got back to his work.

He was dreaming of a nice warm fire in a cozy little cottage, with food and drink.

Being in the night watch was a hard job; you didn’t get to see any women for along time and worst of all you became lonely.

He sighed.

Crack! Cole snapped out of his dream and looked around intently, he heard a twig crack. He looked forward and back ward. He was getting scared now.

"Maybe I should head back now," he said to himself. He picked up the logs he chopped and started walking down the trail.

The small trail had dense forest on either side of it and was covered in a thick blanket of snow.

Cole walked along the small trail shaking, he still felt weird.

He better get back or they guys would be unhappy.

Cling! He heard the sound of a sword coming out of its scabbard. He dropped the logs in fright.

Ahhh! He cried out in pain as the logs fell on his frozen feet, he bent down and grabbed his foot. He was picking them up when he heard a horse neigh behind him; he turned around and pulled out his sword. He looked down the trail and saw nothing. He looked the other way and still saw nothing. He turned back again and froze; he dropped his sword on the ground.

A giant black horse with mean red eyes stood in front of him and on the left of it stood an even larger man, who wore black robes, Cole could not see the mans eyes.

Cole lost his breath.

The black robed man walked up to Cole and pulled out a huge black sword.

Cole started running the opposite way but stopped. The large robed man stood in front of him. Cole looked back to see if their was two of them. No there wasn’t, how could this be? It had to be magic. The boy ran again, but was pulled back by the Black Hand. The man turned Cole around a stabbed him.

Ahh! Cole screamed out in pain as the giant sword went through his stomach. He looked down at the sword in his body.