Stupendos stories

The storm clouds were gathering across the bay, the sound of the thunder boomed in the sky, the rain was next followed by the lightening that lit up the sky for miles around.

The watchman stood on the cliffs his eyes straining to see across the water, his breath was icy cold as he was battered by the elements.

There on the horizon was the shape of a ship, no fishing ship of that he was sure, no this was something else something large and menacing. The shape was joined by another and then another until the entire horizon was full of them, ships, mighty war galleons. The Byon had finally come to wage their war.

The watchman stood in awe as the reality of what he was seeing sank into his mind. He turned and ran to the watch tower on the verge behind him. He rang the bell as though he were a man possesed.

Arthura and his older brother Arto were walking along the cliffs on there way home from their lessons with the wise man of their village when the sound of the alarm bells rang out.

" We must hurry brother mama will be worried about us", said Arto as he grabbed his eight year brothers hand.

The curious boy looked at his elder brother and with tears in his eyes he sobbed; " Im scared Arto, the stories Papa told us stories of the,byon, their not true are they, they dont really take all the children and put them in a pot and cook them do they?"

Arto stopped and looked at his brother, his sank," I will not lie to you brother, the stories are true but they are nowhere near scary enough".

He was speaking the truth...

To be continued...

Luxon picked up the discarded dagger and thrust it deep into his assailants throat, he felt it penetrate and with a mighty burst of strength he twisted and withdrew the now blood stained blade. The assassin drew one last garbled breath and collapsed onto the floor, blood soaking into the wooden floor beneath him.

Luxon knew thered be more, there always was. He quickly returned to his room and picked up his clothes and bag, which contained his few meagre possessions. Lastly he went to the chair in the corner of his room and picked up his beloved sword, it was called Fury, a name that was given to it by his grandfather Euxon the brave, who had used it to slay some bandits that had been terrorising his now long gone estate.



He quickly hurried back onto the porch and was horrified to see at the end of the corridor, blocking his escape three of the black armoured assassins. They had him trapped there was nowhere else to go; he cursed his own stupidity at lingering in this wretched town.



One of the black armoured figures took a step forward Luxon drew Fury from its sheath the weight of the blade-felt good in his hands. The lead assassin stopped and to his surprise removed their helmet.



The helmet came away revealing a woman; You have led us on quite the chase master Edioz, I am amazed that you have evaded us for so long. She said in a snarl.

What do you want from me? Vacs got what he wanted; he took my land and honour, why does he persist in destroying me? Luxon shouted back.

The woman looked at him with an amused smile and replied; You really believe that some warlord would have the intelligence to hire us! she laughed, No my young friend our orders are from the top. She said with a sneer.

Luxon was stunned all these months he thought he had been running from Vacs but now he was being told that someone higher up than some petty warlord wanted him dead, he knew his family had made some enemies but he didnt believe they would send these thugs after him.

Enough talk we have come to finally put an end to you,and your troublesome family ends with you, she said with an evil grin.



The three assassins began to slowly creep up the corridor towards him; each of them drew similar looking glass daggers and prepared to strike.

Luxon lunged with his blade cutting down one the figures, the other two dodged and parried with amazing agility. The woman swung a killer blow at his head but he managed to dodge just in time, his counter blow sent her reeling against the wall. Luxon turned his attention to his other attacker and parried a thrust aimed at his heart, he grabbed the assassins arm and wrenched it at an awkward angle causing the dagger to fall to the floor, Luxon punched the assassin square in the face sending him reeling to the ground, Luxon thrust his blade into the assassins heart killing him instantly, he had learnt to give no mercy to these wretches. Luxon spun around; just as the woman brought her blade slashing at his exposed back, the blade grazed his skin and he just managed to dodge the lethal blow; her attack brought her off balance and with a swift kick to her ankles Luxon brought her down with a crash.

Luxon was exhausted, the long journey northwards had taken its toll and he stumbled along the beaten path.

It had been 2 weeks since he had eluded the assassins at the town in Robenia,since then his situation had not improved he was still a man with no home and no fortune to call his own, all he had was his sword and the clothes on his back. He had decided to take the road North into the wild lands of Southern Onoi to escape his pursuers.

Little did he know what awaited him in these wild and untamed lands. The assassin had told him nothing and rather give him the information he had demanded had slit her own throat in the end.

Luxon stopped and swore aloud, why didnt the b*tch just tell me, at least then i would have a name to my enemy, he thought.

As stood there he heard a noise in the distance, the sound of a horses hoofs. He dived to the side of the road and hid behind a tree. He peered around the trunk and saw three riders.The first was a stern looking middled aged woman, the second a teenage boy and on the third horse was a elderly man with a young boy in his lap.

Luxon stepped onto the road; "Hail good people,I seek your aid and refuge."

The three riders haulted, Luxon assumed that the young lad was there leader but it was the old man with the wriggling youth in his arms that spoke.

"Who doesnt need refuge in these lands lad" he said in a kind manner. Luxon was confused; "what do you mean?" he said.

"You havent heard of the Byon invasion? Then it is as we feared, no-one escaped from the south alive." said the woman.

Luxon looked at them all, just what had he got himself into this time.