The Lost Freedom - Chapter 3 is up! PG-13

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[center][b]Hello, this is my first Fan Fic. I am an author in real life and have published a book. This is something I did when I was bored so it is not very good or long. Hope you like it.[/b]

[spoiler=Chapter 1 - Weary Dreams]

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[i]He stared into the midnight breeze and waited, waited for what he knew was there. He stared at the stars, all the millions of them as they began to move, seeming to follow him as he moved. He knew the creature was coming by the vibrations in the air. All he could do now was to wait, and keep his Bow ready. Why did this always happen to him? Why not anybody else? But this was no time for questions, he needed to act fast. Or, wait to act.
Then he felt it, it was only faint at first as the creature grew steadily closer. He thought back to his home, his wonderful family, sitting down for Evening Supper by now, but he doubted they would be tonight. He hoped they would be looking for him but then again he didn’t know if this was the real world or not.
He could feel, once again, the creature getting ever closer. He turned sharply, and there it was, a shadow rose from the distance and stared at him with dark red eyes, he couldn’t make out any of the features and as the creature got closer, he still couldn’t see any, it was as if the creature was just as it looked, without a face, without a life, just a black shadow.
He raised his bow at the creature which continued forward, and got an arrow ready. If the creature came too close he would fire straight into the creature’s heart. But perhaps this creature had a heart in some other position or maybe no heart at all.
All he could do was hope. The creature suddenly stopped and picked something off the ground…[/i]

Dagra woke suddenly from his dream, sweat pouring down his face like a waterfall in the distant mountains of Callar. He was wearing the usual clothes of a young warrior, ripped shorts and a plain white top. He had no idea where the tradition came from but he knew it was important, somewhere from the past. He looked up at the ceiling and stopped, this was the second time this same dream had come to him in the last week. He had only mentioned it to his mum as he knew she would keep it a secret. If the High Lords discovered his dreams, visions as they may call it, he may be exiled for being a Dark Mage.
He called out for his mum but nobody answered. All was quiet, peaceful in fact. But perhaps too peaceful, more silent. He stared around the room and saw nothing but a few rags and his chest. Everything seemed to have been taken. He rose from his chair and ran to the door, suddenly realising that this was very bad.
He stopped abruptly as he reached the door, and looked round the edge. There were two men dressed in robes holding Banai, Dagra’s best friend. They seemed to be trying to take his ruby sword.
He couldn’t allow this. He ran over to his chest, hoping they hadn’t searched it and opened the lock. The chain slipped from his hand and banged on the floor. If that didn’t catch their attention nothing would. He cursed under his breath and proceeded to search for his Short Sword. He lifted a piece of cloth which revealed the blade.
The Sword had been given to him by his Grandfather only a few years ago when Dagra reached ‘Manhood’. The handle was made of pure Silver and engraved on it were the words “Manos de lire pras”, which he later translated to “Somewhere you only know”. Strange he thought, as the robed men entered the doorway.
They were holding Banai by the arms; he appeared to have cuts and bruises all over his face. What had they done to him?
Then one of the men lifted his robe to reveal a green skin which was only cursed upon the Orks. But what were they doing here?
Suddenly and without warning, Banai lashed out and spat in one of the Orks faces. The Ork turned round and smiled at the young boy, showing his sharp, yellow teeth. He produced a small dagger and thrust it into Bandai’s stomach, twisted it and lifted it up through his chest. The boy screamed before slumping forward, dead.
Dagra cried out and lunged towards the first Ork who wasn’t expecting the attack, felt the point of Dagra’s blade pierce his stomach. He let out an agonising shriek and fell to the floor. The other Ork dropped the body of Bandai and jumped at Dagra who leapt out of the way before rolling back to his feet. Making an attack of his own he jumped into the Orks legs, throwing him to the ground, Dagra then slashed at the creature’s throat. The Ork parried the sword with his arm, the blade only piercing the skin. The Ork then kicked out with his legs sending Dagra to the floor, the Ork returned to his feet and walked over to Dagra.
“Your time is up, brave little boy.” He said as an arrow pieced through his skull. Then another arrow flew into the nearby wall with a note attached. Dagra turned to see who had saved his life, but only heard the rustling of trees.
He turned to the body of his friend, and rushed over to see if he was okay. He was dead and there was nothing anyone could do. He needed to give his friend a good burial and find out why everyone was missing. He turned back to the note and opened it up. It read:

[font="Garamond"]Dear Dagra,

Late last night your village was attacked by an Ork army, and your people were captured and taken as slaves by the most fearful army in the world. They were all taken except for you and a few others, who were all lucky enough to be in a safe place when they attacked. If you ever want to see your family alive again, you must come to the Willow Forest 5 years from today. I can help you save them.

Good luck[/font]

He pushed the letter into his T-Shirt pocket and began to concentrate on his friend’s burial.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Chapter 2 - Losses]“Get his body into a safe place; we will look for the materials.” Everyone knew that to use magic, certain precautions were needed so as not to provoke a Daemon or to be tainted by Dark Forces. He needed to do everything perfectly for this and he knew it wouldn’t be easy to find such things. The main thing he needed was the blood of a goat and as he didn’t have any available, he would need to hunt one down.
He crouched in some bushes, bow in hand, staring intently at the small creature before him. The goat was only 50 yards in front, he guessed. He raised his bow above his shoulder and aimed at the creature. This was his last arrow after what the Orks had taken, this shot had to count. He pulled the string back and fired the arrow, but the small goat simply moved out of the way when he saw the arrow heading for his skull. Now Dagra knew hand to hand, or rather, hand to hoof combat was needed. He pulled out his short sword and charged at the goat which turned and head butted him in the chest, sending him flying through the air. A searing pain coursed through his body as he knew instantly that he was severely winded. The goat charged at him again, his horns aimed for Dagra’s chest.
Without thinking Dagra grabbed the sword next to him and lashed out, catching the goat across the neck. The goat slowly began to wobble and fell down, dead. That was lucky thought Dagra as he began the tough journey back, with the goat slung over his shoulder.

As he approached the village, the rest were preparing the other things needed; they laid down chalk in various shapes and patterns, like protection fields. If you were inside one of these nothing else could get in, or so they said. Dagra wasn’t completely sure whether to believe such stories about The Tainted. They were people who had used Dark Magic without protection and been turned into a beast of Chaos, they had been known to go completely mad that they killed, the Mothers, Fathers, Children and their wives. He was sure some of it was true but, he was not sure how much. He stared around him at the village that was once his home. The houses were brown and smoking, pieces of dark wood slowly falling from the buildings. His own home was almost no more, shards of metallic walls burnt to a crisp. But that was all in the past now, he needed to concentrate of the job in hand. Burying his friend.

Bandai’s cold body was laid down gently by Dagra and the remaining survivors. The dead boy’s body was pale and it seemed to be almost white, like the snows of Mount Kilmore. Several personal belongings were placed beside him in his coffin.
It had been 2 days since the attack on their village, and people were starting to realise that this was probably how it was going to be for a long time to come, and all they could do was hope.
Dagra turned to the others and clasped his hands together ready to say the prayer that helps dead friends through to the afterlife.

“Seela mon de frinces bor la seemod, Let life guide you…”

As the prayer continued the sky above Bandai began to turn to a dark purple. The sky began to rain down upon the village as Bandai’s body was lifted through the air for what seemed an eternity.
This was where he would greet the afterlife and Dagra had given him the best chance. Most people were burned and then left by themselves to burn into the afterlife, but certain people with the Gift of Rua could send them with Dark Magic. Dagra had been learning the arts from his late father who was intrigued at how quickly Dagra had picked the skills up; only he and a few others, such as the group behind him, knew about this. They were all sworn to secrecy. As the body began to fade in the distant, Bandai began to break up into smaller pieces, which then broke into even smaller bits. Before long Bandai’s body was no more. Dagra returned to his room, slumped on the bed and immediately fell into a deep sleep.[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Chapter 3 - Willow Forest (Not Completed)][font="Garamond"]M29-39[/font]

[i]It seemed like a stone. But he wasn’t quite sure if he understood what he was seeing. It was a sort of stone like gem. He had never recalled hearing anything about it before, although, as he began to think about it, there was a tale about the object the creature was holding. It was a bright red gem, about the size of an average mans palm and it was encased in a thin metallic strip, which seemed like silver, although he was sure it was some other metal he was not familiar with.
Then the creature began to move towards him again. As he approached slower than before, Dagra didn’t seem scared by the presence of such dark sorcery, but then suddenly he froze. Perhaps he was being tainted, perhaps this was all a trap and the Dark Forces were attacking him in his sleep.
He tried to move away from the creature but his limbs didn’t react as if controlled by another owner. He tried to scream, to shout out for help, but he knew nobody would hear him. He was all alone, scared, and with no protection…[/i]

He woke, staring up at the roof of his shelter. Or what should have been his shelter. Instead there stood the face of Jasro, the person who was going to drive Dagra to the Willow Forest. Dagra had decided to take a few companions with him for protection and, even with Jasro’s hate of too many people in his cart, had been agreed.
Jasro was looking at him deeply trying to say something.
“What is it Jasro?” Dagra said. Surprised at how rude he had been, and seeing Jasro turn way, he quickly apologised. This was not the time to be annoying the person who was willing to help you on what might be a wild goose chase.
“I have just come to see if you are ready. You know, ‘cause I am excited about being part of an adventure.” Jasro replied, an excited look on his face.
“This may not be an adventure. It could just be some idiot from the next village playing a prank…” Dagra replied, interrupted by a familiar voice.
“And you think some boy would come and play a joke on you, when a horde of Orks are massacring, and kill an Ork with a finely crafted bow and arrow.” Jade replied, she was another person who was coming along with Dagra. She walked over to him
And chuckled.
“I think there is some truth in that message…” She continued.
“Yes, I suppose you are right. I suppose I am just hoping it is a goose chase, because…I am scared.”
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