I don't even have a working title for this yet, but I wanted to start getting this up here before I started getting messages from people asking when it was going to come out.
So... this is the sequel to "The Bearer" which can be found here: The Bearer
For right now, this is pretty boring (and, I hate to admit it, pretty cliche), it's just the prologue, but I'll have the first chapter up within the first week or so, but from there, I don't know how quickly I'll be updating. My first priority right now is editing The Bearer and it is what I will be spending most of my time on. However, I will try to keep this up as much as possible.
So... without further ado... my first installment of... I don't even have a working title yet!!! also known as I wish I had a title for this!!
EDIT: reflecting the new title of the thread, the story has a title now too: "Hier Clan".
The man ran along the darkened passage, the sound of his boots hitting the stone floor echoing around him. The torch in his hand flickered in the cool breeze that spread through the caves. Behind him he could hear the creature’s heavy foot falls and he smiled grimly. With the creature on his side, he could not fail.
Suddenly the man stopped, flattening himself against the wall. The screeching of the enemy sounded ahead in one of the caverns branching off the man passage.
“I hear them too,” the creature said, its voice resonating against the rocky walls. It was almost as if it had read the man’s thoughts.
The man froze. Maybe the creature had. No one knew the full extent of the creature’s capabilities. No one was old enough to remember the limits that had been set for the great beast at its birth.
“Braven?” the creature called through the darkness.
The man whirled around, turning to face its voice. Straining to see the creature in the dim firelight, he caught a glimpse of black scales as it receded into the shadows.
A jarring far-off scream filled the passage. “They’re not far ahead,” the man said nervously. “We should—“
“Go back, Braven,” the creature told him, its voice lowered to a gentle rumble.
“What?” Braven asked, taken aback.
“Go back,” the creature repeated. “This is no mortal enemy that lies ahead.” Its claws clicked against the floor of the cave as it moved to look down the passage toward the distant screeching, still safely hidden in the darkness. “One man would be of little use. Go to your ship and leave. I will take care of this on my own.”
Braven turned his head back and forth, searching the cave for the creature. “I cannot leave you to face this alone!” Braven said, more confidently than he felt.
“And what would you do instead?” the creature roared. Braven stumbled back at the sheer resounding power in that voice.
“Stay?” the creature went on, almost laughing. “To do what?” it demanded. “Die at my side, another martyr for the cause of your people?” Its scales rasped, sliding over one another as it shook its massive head. “No, Braven. I’ve watched too many of my companions fall in this battle! I am the guardian! You go. I will finish this myself!”
The creature roared, it’s cry resonating through the cave, shaking the very stone. Flames suddenly burst forth to fill the passage.
Braven ducked inside an outcropping in the rock to avoid the searing heat. The brilliant light blinded him for a moment and he looked up again, just in time to see the creature’s great barbed tail disappear into the shadows ahead.
“Will I see you again?” Braven asked urgently, stumbling a few steps forward in an attempt to catch sight of the creature one last time. There was no answer, just the cries of the enemy and the scrape of scales against the rough stone floor.