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Chapter Four – An Introduction, an Interview and a battle. She smiled at me, "Well, it's nice to meet you Jaden", said Cassandra, in her strange accent. An accent I could not place. It was so familiar, yet so foreign.  Everything about this woman was beautiful. Realizing it had gone quiet, I rushed out a reply. "Likewise, Cassandra." Her ever present smile managed to grow, "I have someone for you to meet. His name is Thomas. I believe you've encountered him before, but the circumstances were somewhat more... Secretive?" As she spoke, a man I recognized walked into the tavern, took one look around then started towards us. Leaping up I

Chapter Three - A New Friend "Ah, you're awake." Said a female voice, with a sense of urgency. Looking around I saw the most beautiful woman that I had ever laid eyes upon. She had bright red hair, flowing the full length of her torso, to her hips. She had fare, unblemished skin. Her large, oval eyes a shade of blue I had never seen, until that moment. Her nose was straight, and thin, pointing down to her lips. She was grinning lopsidedly at me; she probably got this reaction from a lot of men. I told her so, and she replied with a chuckled, "Aye, but most of them are dressed and therefore capable of hiding their full reaction. But I appreci

 Chapter 2 - The Awakening If you have never awoken from a deep, dead, sleep because of intense pain all over your body, this is how it feels. Terrible. My eyes burst open, as I gasped, then were forced shut by the bright white light filling the room. My body was in agony, pure agony. I must have been screaming, for I had my mouth agape and I was trying to shout, but I could hear nothing. Rasping for breath, I slowly unscrewed my eyes, growing slightly more used to the terrible pain. I realised something. The light was emanating from my hands, glowing brighter and darker. As I began to panic, it grew brighter, and climbed further up my arm

Chapter One – First Encounter I gazed warily around me. The merriness of this warm, country tavern had all but faded. The musicians hadn't quite picked up the change in atmosphere, I noted, as they quickly struck up a hearty tune, the fiddle leading the melody. Perhaps I was mistaken, still searching for the source of my unease and finding nothing amiss. Nothing but for a man staring intently at me, from across the room. His stare was full of intent, and threat. Apart from his stare, the man looked in no way odd, or vastly different to everyone else in the tavern. Bald, dressed in the loose, rough clothing of the local farmers and peas