The Wynds Saga

"AAARRRGGGGHH!"

Sching! Sching! Both heaps of skin fell to the ground as the assassin flawlessly used the Wind over the Willows technique on both. Limping, He began to fell dizzy. Damn! Another volley of arrows and I still have two more to deal with. The soldiers came at him fully armored and screaming warcries.

"Thank you for supplying me with this wonderful shield," he exclaimed as he incapacitated one man for his own clandestine purpose.

"Wha---?"

Schink! Schink Schink Schink! The arrows rained down until they blotted the sun and stopped just as suddenly as they had come. The corpse that he held was a deranged mangle of twisted and exploded organs. Wynds threw the corpse down dejectedly with a worried frown at how close those arrows had come to piercing his organs. He set off at a sprint despite the aching pain of his leg, he had to run, he had to reach the camp or the next volley would finish him.

Schink! Schink! Schink! Damn already? He felt the ground beneath him collapse as arrows grazed his calves. Come on Wynds you can---make---it--to t--the---c--a--m--p?!?! "Blood and bloody ashes!"

The dark stalker swore instinctively at the sight of more than one-hundred men waiting to intercept him just two-hundred paces away. He had no chance of running with close to eighty archers tailing him, and near one-hundred more sandwiching his other side. That hunger to kill the kid still drove him, though what was he to do? Arrgghh! Damn that man! Wynds drove his sword into the ground and raised his hands in the air. He was caught.

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"In the city-state of Jeharinin the sun did set that day giving birth to a new age. On the dry golden hills of destiny the fields were darkened with them blood of many men. On that day so shall it come to pass that the son of the creator shall perish and be born anew. On that day so shall it come to pass that darkness shall cloud the soul of the one who is yet to come and yet be born, and who has already come and is here. And the Creator shall know no mercy and the demons shall know no salvation. The fortress that is two shall become one and contain him. But the world shall know no peace, know no rest. That is what I have Foreseen. The Foresight is Truth, the Truth is Divine, and Divinity springs from the Creator. So shall what I say come to pass, may the Light illumine our souls and the Creator protect us."

But the Anointed One knew there would be no protection for him or these men. He had come too far, worked to hard to bring the world together for the upcoming battle, the battle that would end all battles, he couldn't give up now. But in truth it was simple, he would die and all who followed him as well. He just hoped his willpower was strong enough to fight the demons once he became infected with the taint. The Aran'car were coming to advise him on how to prevent what he Foresaw.

But Messias, the Anointed One knew the truth, there was no stopping this Foresight. He was dead.

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Daggoth materialized next to Messias's quarters and set the trap delicately, he had to be careful how much Power he channeled or the others might notice. Now all that was left was to conceal the explosion when it happened. The assassin would reach the destination soon. Weaving one last spell, Daggoth activated the traps set all around center camp.

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