Phegy just crossed the border between the kingdom of the crownknights and the Dark Forests. he was riding on one of the big roads, famous for their brigands. Even though the king often sent patrols to find and kill them, they kept coming back. people never traveled alone on these roads. Exept Phegy. He was trained by some of the best warriors of the Forestmen, and when he was fifteen years old, he could beet most of them. He wasn't sure where these skills came from, but he thought it might have had something to do with his mysterious background.
The Forestmen had found him somewhere in the woods when he was only two years old. they did not tell him where they found him, and why he was there. That was also one of his reasons to visit the people he grew up with.
Suddenly he was surrounded by a group of mean looking brigands armed with knives and swords.
'pretty horse you've got there' One of the men, probably their leader, said.
'And you look like you are carriying some money-..'
Before the brigand knew it, his head was gone from his neck. Phegy fought his way through the stupid brigands, who tried to revenche the dead of their leader. They were no match for him. When ten or so of them were lying dead or wounded on the ground, the rest fled into the forest. Phegy didn't take the effort to chase them and continued his journey.
Edited by DNL, 06 April 2008 - 02:16 PM.