Prologue Part 1
“Frithfer”. The wooden lamps lit up illuminating the ceiling. A man in a dragon hide cloak marched along the stone floor, his face covered.
“Who goes there?”Two spearmen stepped out from the shadows.
“Ungar!”The spearmen grasped their own necks then died.
“Aloska!”The two huge bronze door swung open appealing a bright throne room. Guards flanked a huge golden throne, on which sat a king. The guards rushed forward with a cry of,
“Halt!” But there was no stopping the mysterious cloaked figure.
“Ungar”The guards clutched at their sides and then followed suit like their unfortunate predecessors the King sat bolt upright, reaching for his sword which hung at his side.
“Who are you?” he gulped.
“Ungar”was the reply