Scrolls found written in Elven, Titled and Transcribed as “The
Lost Ranger”
Prologue
Moving
slowly through the brush, using the skills my grandfather had taught us to
track her. The assassin’s guild offered
to pay a large bounty for her death. However, gold
was not on my mind, seeing her decapitated head being shoved into my canvas bag
satisfied my needs. I thought to myself this time would be the last. No longer would she destroy anyone’s family with her foul magic again.
The
tracks took me across the river, through brush and through an uninhabited
portion of Kanaan. Being a ranger all my life made it easy to follow her
through the woods. Finally, I came to an
opening that gave me the opportunity I needed. Immediately I went into action.
“Altus, Stop!” she shouted.
It was too late, the arrow had already
been released from my long bow as the words left her lips. Piercing through the
leafy terrain on its way to the mark.
The sharp head penetrating her heart, leaving a faint smoke trail and out
her back finally embedding itself into the tree behind the still standing figure.
Running, leaping and jumping, I
rushed almost as fast as my arrow flew. Just
as I got into view the body fell backwards slowly like a cloak landing in from
the wind. Quickly I reached under
catching her. Terrified eyes looking
back at me.
“Altus, brother, I love y…..” Mori's strength left her body, her weight fell into my arms. My clutch tightened
around her, as I immediately knew the impact of my mistake…..
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