Anger only began to tell what it was Anto was feeling, his family was destroyed by the people he trusted most. And now, he began his crusade against the Office. As he left though the back of the latrine, his hand clasped to Ky’th, something in him told Anyeth that his battle in this down was not over.
Then he saw it, in the shadows, there was one more agent. Anto knew who it was his figure was one that he had trained with, and now Colin Treele was assigned to the Di’han office, here was where he and Anto would meet before their missions together. He was in on it too.
Anger, fear, and hatred filled his veins. Anto could feel his consciousness being pushed to the back of his brain while the instinct surged to fill the void it was leaving. A primal scream left his mouth as he went after Colin.
Syheadren and Ky’th danced thought the air reaching to strike Treele’s body somewhere, but Colin was fast enough to reflect what Anto was sending him. In Colin’s eyes was fear and disbelief, Anto was his friend why was he attacking him, and where did these blades come from. Anto was an archer and only carried a dagger and bow, or it appeared he did. Colin was the swordsmen and he only carried one light saber, which he was currently trying desperately to use as his defense.
Anto struck Colin’s sword with so much force it, with a blast of green and red flame, shattered knocking him to the floor. Standing over him with a look of a crazed demon Anto help the tip of his Ky’th to Colin’s throat, the swords would have caused enough fear, they had again taken on the flames that were casting out the shadows. As Anto accused the man he was about to condemn to the depths of his hatred, Colin’s eyes filled with even more horror, and he pleaded with Anto to not kill him telling him he had no idea of these plans.
The light, which spared the Captain’s life back in the Office, began shining in Anto Anyeth’s soul yet again. This, his companion was telling the truth, no amount of training could allow Colin’s story to penetrate Anto’s skills. His face was first to relax and he backed off Treele to let him up.
They spoke and began to plan, and with that skirmish that could have ended Colin’s life, instead sparked hope into the soul of an Agent whose idea of hope was back in the rubble of his home. As they planned they made their way out of the city and on to the where they would camp for the night.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Hope
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Dark From Within
Anto stepped in to the Office of Secrets; this was where he was employed. He was an Agent of Secrets. With his hood up since walking away from the barkeeper, and his hand gripped so tightly on Ky’th he was not showing any emotion to the outside world. This was his normal, though normal for Anto Anyeth’s checking in did not include him ready to draw.
To the rest of the Office, Anto was doing routine. He walked in hooded with all of his gear, which he was taking off, all with his right hand. Since he traveled very lightly this would not be an issue for him. He took special care not to revel the doings of his left and under his cloak.
If Syheadren was glowing, Anto had no doubt that Ky’th would be too, though in the light no one would be able to tell unless they looked for it. Anto hoped nobody would.
Anto greeted his associates as they greeted him while he was unloading. He was beginning to put things together as he spoke of his mission, and what happened when he reached home. His senior was at the Di’han office earlier it appeared. The more he spoke the more he noticed people focusing on him. By the time he got to his bow and quiver he knew that his life was no longer going to be the same.
His home office sent all of the agents here, he had counted the other four, and his senses told him that nothing was to be trusted here. The office Captain just asked him to place his bow against the wall slowly. Anto knew.
While he was laying the oaken bow against the wall, Anto’s mind went over how his next few actions would be, in his peripheral vision he could tell that the five people around him were armed, one with an axe, three with swords, and one with a whip. He had trained with these people and almost could see how the next few minuets would be.
No one in the office had figured out that Anto knew that the betrayal came form the Office of Secrets already, and no one knew how he was armed, because of his specialty and because of his ranking only Anto’s senior and the leaders of the Office knew about Syheadren and Ky’th, they knew he was a master archer and nothing more.
Anto felt the bow hit the wall. As he released it, with one motion he removed his cloak, drew both swords and before anyone could react had cut down the five agents closest to him. By now the other three people in the office were heading towards Anyeth to bring him down, by the way they came at him, one with a short sword, one with a dagger and the last, the office supervisor with a staff. The two agents did not even make it with in distance to make their weapons count, the fear, anger and force in Anto sent a blast of blood out of the sword bearer that the agent with the dagger was distracted long enough to run right into Ky’th, ending his treat to Anto.
When threat was imamate to Anto, his swords would glow, when Anto’s emotions took over and he flowed with fear and anger they would appear to be blazing with red and green flame, this has happened twice in the life of these swords, the day they were first given to Anto by the Elven smiths, he was filled with fear at his new surroundings and his assignment, and today.
As the office Captain stood facing Anto, speaking to him, trying to tell him he was worth nothing and filling Anto with more rage as he explained to him the way his family meet its doom, Anto gripped tighter and tighter, the flame coming from the twin swords was overpowering the light in the room. Anto leaped at the Captain both arms out, bring then across each other, not just simply cutting the staff in two but shattering it so there was nothing in his foes hands but ache.
Now pleading for his life the captain explained that Anto would not live long enough to complete his task of capturing the assassins that killed his family, Anto raised Syheadren, and with a force that he pulled from the depths of his soul, he knocked the Captain out, he then took Ky’th and pierced it though his right bicep, twisting it to make sure the bone was shattered, then he took the sword and brought it though the mans femur.
Anto walked back to his gear, reached into a bag and grabbed a cloth out of it, he took the cloth and delicately wiped the twin blades, Syheadren and Ky’th before placing them in their respective sheathes. He then walked over to the lump of human that was once the respected Captain and with all the respect that he could muster explained the reason he was spared, but giving such “memories”. The captain said nothing, just spat at Anto, which enraged him, but, the little light that still remained in Anto soul began to take his mind and Anto walked away, put his cloak back on, put his bag upon his back, reached for his quiver, drew and arrow, slotted its end to his bow string and bulled back and released, placing the arrow in the Achilles tendon of the foe he faced, by destroying this mans ability to walk, he would be forever reminded of what he did to the Anyeth clan and perhaps one day, everyone whom saw his walk would know the evil he committed.
With his bow and quiver on his back Anto walked thought the door and out to the latrine.
To the rest of the Office, Anto was doing routine. He walked in hooded with all of his gear, which he was taking off, all with his right hand. Since he traveled very lightly this would not be an issue for him. He took special care not to revel the doings of his left and under his cloak.
If Syheadren was glowing, Anto had no doubt that Ky’th would be too, though in the light no one would be able to tell unless they looked for it. Anto hoped nobody would.
Anto greeted his associates as they greeted him while he was unloading. He was beginning to put things together as he spoke of his mission, and what happened when he reached home. His senior was at the Di’han office earlier it appeared. The more he spoke the more he noticed people focusing on him. By the time he got to his bow and quiver he knew that his life was no longer going to be the same.
His home office sent all of the agents here, he had counted the other four, and his senses told him that nothing was to be trusted here. The office Captain just asked him to place his bow against the wall slowly. Anto knew.
While he was laying the oaken bow against the wall, Anto’s mind went over how his next few actions would be, in his peripheral vision he could tell that the five people around him were armed, one with an axe, three with swords, and one with a whip. He had trained with these people and almost could see how the next few minuets would be.
No one in the office had figured out that Anto knew that the betrayal came form the Office of Secrets already, and no one knew how he was armed, because of his specialty and because of his ranking only Anto’s senior and the leaders of the Office knew about Syheadren and Ky’th, they knew he was a master archer and nothing more.
Anto felt the bow hit the wall. As he released it, with one motion he removed his cloak, drew both swords and before anyone could react had cut down the five agents closest to him. By now the other three people in the office were heading towards Anyeth to bring him down, by the way they came at him, one with a short sword, one with a dagger and the last, the office supervisor with a staff. The two agents did not even make it with in distance to make their weapons count, the fear, anger and force in Anto sent a blast of blood out of the sword bearer that the agent with the dagger was distracted long enough to run right into Ky’th, ending his treat to Anto.
When threat was imamate to Anto, his swords would glow, when Anto’s emotions took over and he flowed with fear and anger they would appear to be blazing with red and green flame, this has happened twice in the life of these swords, the day they were first given to Anto by the Elven smiths, he was filled with fear at his new surroundings and his assignment, and today.
As the office Captain stood facing Anto, speaking to him, trying to tell him he was worth nothing and filling Anto with more rage as he explained to him the way his family meet its doom, Anto gripped tighter and tighter, the flame coming from the twin swords was overpowering the light in the room. Anto leaped at the Captain both arms out, bring then across each other, not just simply cutting the staff in two but shattering it so there was nothing in his foes hands but ache.
Now pleading for his life the captain explained that Anto would not live long enough to complete his task of capturing the assassins that killed his family, Anto raised Syheadren, and with a force that he pulled from the depths of his soul, he knocked the Captain out, he then took Ky’th and pierced it though his right bicep, twisting it to make sure the bone was shattered, then he took the sword and brought it though the mans femur.
Anto walked back to his gear, reached into a bag and grabbed a cloth out of it, he took the cloth and delicately wiped the twin blades, Syheadren and Ky’th before placing them in their respective sheathes. He then walked over to the lump of human that was once the respected Captain and with all the respect that he could muster explained the reason he was spared, but giving such “memories”. The captain said nothing, just spat at Anto, which enraged him, but, the little light that still remained in Anto soul began to take his mind and Anto walked away, put his cloak back on, put his bag upon his back, reached for his quiver, drew and arrow, slotted its end to his bow string and bulled back and released, placing the arrow in the Achilles tendon of the foe he faced, by destroying this mans ability to walk, he would be forever reminded of what he did to the Anyeth clan and perhaps one day, everyone whom saw his walk would know the evil he committed.
With his bow and quiver on his back Anto walked thought the door and out to the latrine.
Thursday, June 24, 2004
Begining of a Betrayal
Anyeth stood in front of the Di’han Tavern, inside it would look like any other tavern in any other town. But, like in so many towns Anto had been in, this tavern had a secret deep with in it.
Anto griped Ky’th under his cloak, so no one would see it; to the point he knew his knuckles were white. He took a deep breath and entered the door.
Inside it was as he would have like and he lessoned hi grip on the handle of his second sword. Ky’th was also made for Anto Anyeth, and unlike Syheadren, would glow an emerald green in the face of danger. Anto approached the keeper of the tavern and looked at him though the cloak hood; he released Ky’th completely and pulled back the hood. Then he placed his right hand, in a fist fashion so that the keep would see it.
On his right hand was a ring, silver in color, with a hue of red. The ring itself would mean nothing to the people in the tavern, except the barkeep, whom when he looked that the ring knew that Anto was a master archer, deadly to anyone in the range of his bow. This though was not the end of their exchange. Anto pulled back his sleeve to revel a silver bracelet. This intricate piece of jewelry meant that Anto was one of them. The barkeep looked up from the man’s wrist and nodded at him, this was the sign that Anto could pass back into the Office.
As Anto walked to where the north and west walls meet he noticed people where eyeing him, which made him nervous, as he walked into the corner where the shadow would envelop him allowing him to enter the Secret’s office, he debated just continuing though the other opening in the wall to the latrine.
Anyeth pulled back his cloak so he could press his right arm against the wall letting his bracelet open the door to the Secret’s he noticed Syheadren was glowing, this immediately brought his left hand under his cloak to the handle off Ky’th, which he would not draw, but did slip the leather strap off the hilt, just for a safe measure.
Making sure his cloak covered the works of his left hand he pressed his right arm to the wall and slipped into the darkness.
Anto griped Ky’th under his cloak, so no one would see it; to the point he knew his knuckles were white. He took a deep breath and entered the door.
Inside it was as he would have like and he lessoned hi grip on the handle of his second sword. Ky’th was also made for Anto Anyeth, and unlike Syheadren, would glow an emerald green in the face of danger. Anto approached the keeper of the tavern and looked at him though the cloak hood; he released Ky’th completely and pulled back the hood. Then he placed his right hand, in a fist fashion so that the keep would see it.
On his right hand was a ring, silver in color, with a hue of red. The ring itself would mean nothing to the people in the tavern, except the barkeep, whom when he looked that the ring knew that Anto was a master archer, deadly to anyone in the range of his bow. This though was not the end of their exchange. Anto pulled back his sleeve to revel a silver bracelet. This intricate piece of jewelry meant that Anto was one of them. The barkeep looked up from the man’s wrist and nodded at him, this was the sign that Anto could pass back into the Office.
As Anto walked to where the north and west walls meet he noticed people where eyeing him, which made him nervous, as he walked into the corner where the shadow would envelop him allowing him to enter the Secret’s office, he debated just continuing though the other opening in the wall to the latrine.
Anyeth pulled back his cloak so he could press his right arm against the wall letting his bracelet open the door to the Secret’s he noticed Syheadren was glowing, this immediately brought his left hand under his cloak to the handle off Ky’th, which he would not draw, but did slip the leather strap off the hilt, just for a safe measure.
Making sure his cloak covered the works of his left hand he pressed his right arm to the wall and slipped into the darkness.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Morning Pathway
Anto broke camp well before the day broke, his previous night of tracking his foe led him an odd way to the town of Di’han and he did not want to enter it when he approached it.
He looked at where he had been the evening before, checking to make sure he had it all. Then checked his gear. It was all prepared, and with the sun rising to his left he began towards Di’han.
His feet falling in front of him, not thinking about where he was going, just going. His mind was on his swords, Syheadren was at his left hip, for easy access with his right hand, and Ky’th which was fast over his shoulder, with the sheath locking the hilt into it. To get Ky’th all he would have to do is reach his left hand to the small of his back, slip the strap off the right part of the hilt, and pull. His bow and quiver would be the only visible weapon he would allow. His swords were a dead give away to whom he was.
His dark cloak was over him and the hood was helping to keep the cold bite of the morning from him. As he walked toward the town his mind was on two things, how to quickly draw Syheadren and Ky’th should he need them, and getting to the Di’han office to talk to the supervisor there.
His feet lead him there allowing his mind to be on his other thoughts and as he approached the office, his mind lessened the thoughts of his swords, though not completely. With this job, his mind would never be completely off his swords.
He looked at where he had been the evening before, checking to make sure he had it all. Then checked his gear. It was all prepared, and with the sun rising to his left he began towards Di’han.
His feet falling in front of him, not thinking about where he was going, just going. His mind was on his swords, Syheadren was at his left hip, for easy access with his right hand, and Ky’th which was fast over his shoulder, with the sheath locking the hilt into it. To get Ky’th all he would have to do is reach his left hand to the small of his back, slip the strap off the right part of the hilt, and pull. His bow and quiver would be the only visible weapon he would allow. His swords were a dead give away to whom he was.
His dark cloak was over him and the hood was helping to keep the cold bite of the morning from him. As he walked toward the town his mind was on two things, how to quickly draw Syheadren and Ky’th should he need them, and getting to the Di’han office to talk to the supervisor there.
His feet lead him there allowing his mind to be on his other thoughts and as he approached the office, his mind lessened the thoughts of his swords, though not completely. With this job, his mind would never be completely off his swords.
Saturday, June 05, 2004
Dark Dream
It was coming. He set ready to defend himself, with Syheadren gripped tightly in both hands, and Ky’th still sheathed by his side; he was going to give this Hell if it wanted to take him. Syheadren was glowing a deep red. This was his weapon made for him alone and it was more then a part of him it was a companion.
The sword would only glow red if there was trouble eminent. He waited, seeing the wall of Darkness coming. He didn’t know what it would do, how to fight it or if it would ever die, what he did know what that it would not take him with out a fight
It approached with a roar of silence, it was feet away, Anto could feel the coldness, though it was unlike any other cold he had ever encountered, it was as if he was feeling a lack of existence in the aire.
His stance tightened, he raised Syheadren to strike the Wall. As the blade entered the mass it began to engulf it, the light was as if it had never been there it hit his hand and the pain was that of an emptiness that he had never felt before. It raced to the rest of his body. He opened his mouth to scream, only to find that the Darkness would take his breath as well. He tried to scream one last time before his whole existence was nothing more then nothing and he…
Woke up screaming at the camp he had made just out side of the town. His pain was gone though some remained.
The sword would only glow red if there was trouble eminent. He waited, seeing the wall of Darkness coming. He didn’t know what it would do, how to fight it or if it would ever die, what he did know what that it would not take him with out a fight
It approached with a roar of silence, it was feet away, Anto could feel the coldness, though it was unlike any other cold he had ever encountered, it was as if he was feeling a lack of existence in the aire.
His stance tightened, he raised Syheadren to strike the Wall. As the blade entered the mass it began to engulf it, the light was as if it had never been there it hit his hand and the pain was that of an emptiness that he had never felt before. It raced to the rest of his body. He opened his mouth to scream, only to find that the Darkness would take his breath as well. He tried to scream one last time before his whole existence was nothing more then nothing and he…
Woke up screaming at the camp he had made just out side of the town. His pain was gone though some remained.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
End To A Beginning
Anto stood there staring at what was once his home, now it was nothing more then a pile of wood an ash. His family had been inside, they were innocent, his mother, father, his wife, they did not deserve to die, and they did not deserve to be burned with all that they knew.
Why hadn’t he been there, why had he been out on another assignment, why had wasn’t he with them. Even if he couldn’t defend them, at least he could have died with them.
He could tell when he was approaching the crest of the hill that something was not right, the foot prints there were more numerous then normal. As he could see the house smoldering he unsheathed Syheadren, his right hand sword, and began to sprint. His effort was for nothing, the attackers had been swift and there job was finished before he had even received his original orders for the events of the last few hours.
Now standing there with his sword gripped tighter then he would for even the fiercest battle, tears stained his face, he wept for his family, for his wife, he wept knowing it would be long before he could see them again, if he even would reach the afterlife. His whole existence ached form his loss.
He faced two choices, to give chase to those that did this to his family or to carry-on and only mourn them. He stared at the trail that the villains left looked into the setting orange orb that he kind relied on and made a pact to avenge the death of all he loved and the death of a part of him.
He began down the road with only what he had from his previous engagement. He would make contact at the office in the next town, which he would be at by sunrise, if this prediction of the tracks before him were to be true.
He shouldered his pack, secured his two swords, Syheadren and Ky’th, and his bow. He turned, tears burning once again in his eyes swearing to his loves that they would meet again, if by old age or by the hand of the same who abruptly ended their lives.
Why hadn’t he been there, why had he been out on another assignment, why had wasn’t he with them. Even if he couldn’t defend them, at least he could have died with them.
He could tell when he was approaching the crest of the hill that something was not right, the foot prints there were more numerous then normal. As he could see the house smoldering he unsheathed Syheadren, his right hand sword, and began to sprint. His effort was for nothing, the attackers had been swift and there job was finished before he had even received his original orders for the events of the last few hours.
Now standing there with his sword gripped tighter then he would for even the fiercest battle, tears stained his face, he wept for his family, for his wife, he wept knowing it would be long before he could see them again, if he even would reach the afterlife. His whole existence ached form his loss.
He faced two choices, to give chase to those that did this to his family or to carry-on and only mourn them. He stared at the trail that the villains left looked into the setting orange orb that he kind relied on and made a pact to avenge the death of all he loved and the death of a part of him.
He began down the road with only what he had from his previous engagement. He would make contact at the office in the next town, which he would be at by sunrise, if this prediction of the tracks before him were to be true.
He shouldered his pack, secured his two swords, Syheadren and Ky’th, and his bow. He turned, tears burning once again in his eyes swearing to his loves that they would meet again, if by old age or by the hand of the same who abruptly ended their lives.
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