The Fated Swords (Mystics of V'nairia #1) Read Free Page B

were on what seemed like their thousandth game of paper, rock, and scissors. For soldiers they didn’t exactly seem all that bright. Then there was Vallus who didn’t seem to be bothered by anything. No matter what the situation he had always kept his cool, Zander wished he could be more like him.
    They came to a broken bridge that had once stretched over the large crater in the sand, “Well it seems like a dead-end.” Zander said.
    Vallus laughed, “It only seems that way, the village is in that crater we have to climb down the side.” He said as Zander swallowed hard and nodded.
    One by one they made their way down the side of the crater, slowly but surely they made their way down safely. They finally saw the sign that read “Oaba Village”,
    “Everyone be careful, this village is a poor one but it is also quite rough when it comes to its people.” Vallus told them.
    They walked on through the entrance to the village, there were many merchants selling trinkets and cheap weapons on the side of the street. Everyone seemed to be wearing rags, Vallus was right this was poor town. The squad walked by the bar, a suspicious looking man that had been glaring at them from a far walked up and got into Vallus’ face. The man’s breath smelt of cheap whisky and cigars, Zander could smell it from behind Vallus and it had almost made him sick. Vallus didn’t seem to be bothered by this,
    “What the hell are you doing here? Your kind isn’t welcome.” The man said.
    Vallus smiled at the man, “We came to investigate a mystic infestation, and we want no trouble we will be on our way once our mission is complete. Now please stand aside.” Vallus said politely.
    The man became angered and drew his sword, “Okay wise guy let’s see what color you bleed, I said you don’t belong here!” The man said swinging his sword towards Vallus, who caught it with his bare hand.
    Vallus’ expression quickly changed, “I asked you nicely to let us through, I don’t want any trouble but if you insist on causing it I will feel obligated to stop you.” He said.
    The man began to laugh heartily, “Bring it pony tail.” He said and spit at his feet.
    Suddenly Vallus vanished like his fight with zander, his speed incredible. He appeared behind the man and placed his hand on his shoulder. “You seem to do much harm with this arm, what if you weren’t able to use it? What a pity that would be.” Vallus said calmly as he used two fingers and struck the man’s right arm in multiple places.
    “Now I’d suggest that you make your way to your local hospital quickly, or you’ll have permanent paralysis.” Vallus said.
    The man clearly couldn’t move his arm as he ran off. Zander was amazed at his friend’s incredible abilities.
      Suddenly a man ran past them and almost knocked Zander over. “Stop that thief!” a merchant shouted from across the street.
    “Looks like we found our guy boss.” Blitz said as the four of them ran after him. They chased him to the edge of the crater,
    “Look Vallus! He’s up there.” Zander shouted pointing to the top of the cliff.
    They began to climb back up; when they got to the top they saw the man standing before them. He wore green tattered rags, with short red spiked hair and was almost as tall as Vallus.
    “Why the hell are you four following me?” the man asked.
    “We have come to eliminate the mystics in this village and it is our suspicions that you are the man were looking for.” Vallus said.
    The man began to laugh, “You heard correctly I am Heiro, the mystic thief.” He said.
    Zander grabbed his sword and held it tightly. “You are hereby sentenced to death for the use of magicks in the kingdom of V’nairia.” Vallus explained.
    Heiro drew his sword, “Well ladies, shall we dance?” Heiro asked.
     
    Zander wasn’t sure what was going to happen to him or his squad but he was sure of one thing; this time the battle was for real and he could die.

 
     
     
     
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