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(Page 2 of 6) Chapter One- Rise of Darkness Tides by Micheal Ikeson
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"Everyone just needs someone to talk about and who better than the Einherjar, fallen Champion of the Frea`thur?"
Einherjar gaped at the old man. He used to be the Champion of the Frea`thur, the Golden Boy. His skills were known far beyond Gien, but his weaknesses were known just as widely. "I am not that man anymore Raggs."
The old man started to reply, but Redeye interrupted him. "There are guards coming toward us!" Einherjar's heart nearly leapt from his chest. Four Immordien guards were heading for Einherjar. The prison guards wore black armor and helmets fitted with tinted visors. Each guard had a shock gun at their hip and a heartstone around their neck.
Einherjar trembled. "They're coming for me."
The armor-clad sentries halted in front of Einherjar. The guard nearest to him spoke. "Prisoner Einherjar. The Warden requires your presence. The rest of you filth, get out of here!"
The guards pushed a blindfold around his eyes and yanked his hands in handcuffs. The guards proceeded to drag him from the Observation Room. After an eternity Einherjar was forced to a halt.
"I wonder what the Warden wants with him." A guard whispered to his companions.
"He's probably trying to escape." Another guard hissed.
"Shut up!" It was the guard that had spoke to Einherjar.
There was a series of clicking and responding beeps. A moment later Einherjar lurched forward. He lay still on the floor, holding his breath. Someone grasped his head and yanked the blindfold off.
Einherjar sucked air into his lungs. Golden chandeliers dotted the high ceiling. Several holographic screens were positioned around the room. Each screen had a couch near it. Ripe green apples and toasted bread lay carelessly on a table. A piece of furniture directly in front of him caught his attention. The desk was wider than two men and stood at Einherjar's shoulder. The desk was made entirely of heartstone. Einherjar gaped at the desk.
A flicker of motion forced him to wrench his eyes away from the desk. The Warden's eyes were yellow like a sick animal, but held sharpness instead of fervor. His face was youthful with few lines, despite the Warden being the Warden since before the eldest convicts arrived in the prison. A knife with an ornate sheathe hung from his muscled neck. The Warden's gaze settled on Einherjar like a bird of prey. "Hmpf! So this is the greatest warrior known to man? How weak we must look to the gods...."The Warden spoke in the Frea`thur language, but with a strange accent. His words were clipped and fast. Einherjar wondered at the man's origin.
"Can I be of service to you?" Einherjar stuttered.
The Warden smiled slightly. "You are abrupt! A prisoner should show more humility, but you especially. I wonder how I will deal with you...." The Warden's raptor stare turned upon his guards. Einherjar exhaled slowly. "Agaia, Norm, leave us. Dane and Amer are sufficient to guard this prisoner." Two guards backed slowly out of the room. One darted a glance back at Einherjar.
The Warden rubbed his hands together. "Dane stand by the door to make sure those two aren't eavesdropping." The Warden paused for a moment and then looked back to Einherjar.
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