Here is the start of my story.iaa

Here is the start of my story, Enjoy.

Prologue

In the top most room in the stone tower, a guard stood beside a locked door. He shifted position and readjusted his helm. A small noise caught his attention but as he looked up he found that it was only a mouse scurrying across the floor. There was a whirring sound and a small thud. The guard looked down at the knife hilt protruding from his chest. He slumped slowly to the floor.
A man stepped forward from the shadows and looked at the corpse.
“This is too easy.” he said in a voice of darkness.
He raised his hands and thrust them forward.
“Draconass!” he barked.
A twilight colored column of flame burst from his hands, enveloping the door and in a few seconds there was just ashes.
The man stepped over the threshold and gazed upon the five Pladale stones. These stones were the only thing keeping the kingdom of Amerthea from disease and death.
The man gazed at them a bit more and then pulled out a leather bag. He reached out and took one of the stones. It was the size of a small book and colored a bright blue. Suddenly there was a sound like fingers being scraped down a chalk board and the stones lit up blinding and defining the thief. After a few minutes the light and the sound stopped and only an eerie silence was left.
The thief swore under his breath. He quickly scooped up the five stones and ran for the door but before he got there and five guards stumbled into the room.
“That’s him, get him lads” wheezed one of them.
All five drew their swords and charged.
“Ebonetch” shouted the thief and two of the guards stomachs split open.
“Dreodeth” shouted the thief again flicking his hand at another guard who melted instantly.
The last two guards turned to run but both were struck down by the thief’s daggers.
He ran out of the room, down the corridor and reached the spiral staircase and few minutes later he was at the bottom and out into the courtyard. He ran into the stables and leapt onto his horse he had left there and rode out of the courtyard and down the street.
The gates were shut when he reached them but the thief just smiled, whispered a spell under his breath and watched as the gates ripped themselves apart.
Then he rode out into the darkness with the Pladale stones safely in his pocket.

Chapter 1

The Horses Shoe tavern was known to be the best in the land. The ale there was the finest in Amerthea beaten only by the wine brewed by the elves that occasionally ventured east of the forests and mountains to sell and to buy.
Diart had been promised the tavern and farm when his parents died and he couldn’t be happier about this. He loved the farm with its small field full of sheep, the paddock where the vegetables grew and the little cottage where the family slept.
The tavern was very full today, almost every seat taken and poor old Pidrock was on double washing duties.
Pidrock was a half lithen, half man. Lithens were thuggish and brutish creatures, dark blue in color. If they did have any hair it was short and rough like sand paper. Pidrock however was not like this. He looked like a lithen but he was not as callous or intimidating.
After serving the customers Diart had some free time on his hand which was rare. He took of his apron, picked up his bow and went outside to hunt. He enjoyed hunting, although they had enough money to by all the meat they needed