-Blue, Grey whispered and poked him
with her elbow.
He looked confused at her but she
nodded to the other side of the bar. Leaning against the bar stood a
middle-aged man with a foxy appearance. His clothes were in perfect
shape despite the horrid weather and on the bar lay his top hat in
the same beige colour as his suit. On the chair beside him lay big
heap of dark clothe, supposingly the cape that had covered the man
from the heavy rain. His shoes were somewhat smudgy but no one would
look at his shoes as he distracted them with his dramaticly waving
hands demonstrating something.
-He looks familiar, Grey said quietly
across the table.
Blue wrinkled his eyebrows and looked
closer at the man by the bar. He couldn't find anything familiar
about him at all. That was until he mentioned the Land of the Silver
Trees.
-Oh sure, it rains there as it does
everywhere in this world but the rain is like silver when it falls
among the silver trees. It's a beautiful land and silver trees
everywhere! The man at the bar told the other guests of his
adventures. -And you know what? The war hasn't reached it yet! In
fact, their land is so unspoiled I don't think the war has even
touched it.
-Not touched it?! What's this fairyland
you talk of? There isn't one part of the world the war hasn't touched
and destroyed at some point in our bloody history! A man exclaimed.
-Surely they've taken part of the war
somehow?
-Taken part of, yes, you're right,
their men has fought in our wars. Did you know some of this war's
finest assassins and mercenaries actually come from the Silver Trees?
-Like who?
-Oh, you'd be suprised. The man with
the beige suit waited to prolong the suspense. -Are you familiar
with Grey and Blue?
-I heard their working for the our army
now.
-Does this mean they're on our side?
-Stupid! They're mercenaries, they get
paid to fight on our side.
-Blue, we need to leave, Grey said.
-But he knows us, if he sees us...
-Now!
But the man dressed in beige wasn't
done yet.
-And.... the Shadow.
That sent the pub buzzing. Many men
draw their breaths. The Shadow was well known and feared. An assassin
that moved through the shadows, at least so was the myth. How could
you kill a man who hid in the shadows?
Grey stopped and stood completely
still. Sure she had heard about the Shadow before but never had she
heard about him being from the Land of the Silver Trees. Maybe this
Shadow was the man she was looking for?
I'm sorry for not posting anything lately (and with lately I mean months, SORRY!). To be honest the Merula-story wasn't going the in the direction I had hoped for so I had to stop and think. So I've been doing some thinking and I've come up with nothing. Oh well, not nothing just not anything good enough. So Merula is for now put on hold.
This scene above is from a story I've been working on for the last month, although the characters and the basic plot were created years ago. So the main characters are Grey and Blue, which of course aren't their real names as they work as mercenaries in a foreign country in a time of bitter war. Their true intent with their work is to find a certain man... and kill him.
I'm not revealing why in case I'll post something later on. Hope you enjoyed this little bit, although is was only a draft, it still has a lot of work to be done.
//J.L.Frick