Fictional Work-Dark Ones

CHAPTER I: The Memoirs of Pentios March 12, 1559: The trip is no easier than it was weeks ago. I have taken rest in a small clearing of the woods. I don't even know how far away from Fadiodrusis I am. It has been five new moons, and countless restless nights. I think I'm going crazy... there is noone else out here for me to even talk with, except for the animals. Oh how I miss the …

…guards quickly turned around, but once again to their suprise, nothing was there. The guards were now puzzled, and the started moving towards the northern gates, lead by the head of the guards. Bolte rose to his feet again, but still stayed up against the building, not wanting to interfere with the guards. He just stood to the side and watched them, as the marched towards the gate. It was then, that the trouble began.