An Excerpt from my Fantasy Novel Legacy of Blood
There will come a time when a man is born. A uncivilized man born from battle that will change the world. He will sweep down upon the world from the snowy north and cause havoc among the lands. Some say he is the reincarnation of the God of Death, Letum. Others say he is the son of Praelium, the God of war. His path is destined to be one of greatness and blood. - The Book of Prophecy
Chapter 1
With an oath to Praelium, the god of war, Boul clambered to his feet. His heavily muscled chest littered with a dozen sword cuts varying in length and deepness. Blood trickled down his body leaving red blotches in the snow. His green eyes blazed like an emerald caught in the sun as he focused on the giant of a man standing before him. His wolf furs keeping him warm in the perpetual winter lands of Carnis.
Boul crouched down, his lean form looked like a wolf ready to spring into action, as he lifted his blood soaked ax off the ground.
The mail clad man smiled at Boul as he hefted his sword in both hands watching Boul with amusement.
“What is your name warrior so that I may sing of this battle to my brothers back home?” the warrior said with a smile. “Not many can claim to have bested my brothers in battle. You have gotten lucky the last few days.”
“It is you that has gotten lucky, dog. If you didn’t flee, you would be roasting in Hell with your brothers.” growled Boul as he slowly circled the man before him. “My name is Boul, spirit warrior from the Wolf tribe of Carnis. You may tell your brethren when you see them in Hell.”
Boul roared as he hurled himself at his opponent. His ax flashed in a deathly arc. The armored warrior swung his sword down, barely deflecting the ax in time. Boul shifted his stance and swung the ax in a reverse swing catching the warrior off guard by the sheer strength and quickness of his attack. Boul's ax struck the warrior, slicing through the mail links covering his leg.
The warrior stumbled as the blood flowed from the wound in his leg. He raised his sword and swung it in one motion but Boul was able to block the incoming attack with his ax. The clang of steel on steel could be heard echoing throughout the snow covered valley. The two combatants slowly circled each other. The warrior grimaced in pain from the wound on his leg.
“Why not just go back home to your women and children Boul.” The man sneered. “They need you back home now more than ever. We are not the first raiding party that has left Securis over the last few weeks. I’m sure another party has stumbled across your village by now.”
Boul feigned to his left but quickly reversed the ax and chopped to the right towards the warriors bad leg. The warrior tried to pivot but his leg crumbled and he fell to the ground. Boul kicked out with his foot and knocked the sword out of the warriors hand.
The man reached out to grab his sword but Boul stomped down on the blade, pinning it to the ground.
“You have no honor dog. I will see you in Hell.” Boul said as he chopped down with his ax.
The ground turned a crimson color as the warriors half severed neck pumped his life blood onto the snow. Boul raised his ax high above his head and gave a mighty howl. As the adrenaline left his body Boul slumped to the ground next to the warrior. His breathing was ragged and small puffs of cold escaped his lips.
Boul crawled over to the warrior and searched his body. In a small pouch, attached to his belt, are four decent sized rubies that the warrior probably found in one of the many mines throughout the land. Boul dumped the four rubies into his own money pouch before cleaning his ax on the fallen mans clothes. Once satisfied that his ax was clean of blood and gore, Boul got to his feet and looked around the valley.
