Here is the Latest Chapter of my story.
The Horses Shoe
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.
Glidon 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 farm was on the outskirts of a small village on the road to the Pladale City.
Glidon was out in the fields raking up the leaves that had fallen the day before. He looked up at the sound of approaching feet and saw his mother walking across towards him.
“Glidon, go and see to the diners, your father needs a rest.” she said
“I’ll need to finish raking up the leaves first”
“To hell with the leaves, you can finish them afterwards, now go see to the diners”
Glidon sighed, and trudged of to the tavern.
Glidon was about fifteen years old and tall for his age. He had chestnut hair and brown eyes.
He entered the tavern, hung up his coat and went into the smoke filled bar. It was indeed busy almost every table packed out apart from a small table in the corner of the room where a man sat alone. He was wearing a long traveling cloak and a hood that covered most of his face.
After peering at him for a few minutes to make sure he wasn’t going to make trouble, Glidon went to find his father.
Glidon found him in the pantry looking into the darkness, apparently speaking to himself.
“When?.... Two minutes….Right”
“Dad” Called Glidon
His father gave him an exasperated look.
“Go help in the kitchen, now” snapped his father
“Who are you talking to Dad?”
“What…No one. Now stop asking questions and get to the Kitchens! ”
By the time Glidon got the kitchens there were more people in the tavern than ever and he found it hard to hear the waiters’ orders.
He fought his way through the throng to the main kitchen and started to chop some onions. He was just about to pop them into a pan when chaos broke out. There was an earth shattering scream and the sound of blades clashing. Glidon rushed into the bar just in time to see the tavern door burst open. Figures clad head to foot in black robes, cowls hiding their faces swarmed in.
Half of the diners were cut down before they could stand, the other half ran in all directions. The ones who had swords stayed and fought, a few fired spells at the attackers, who did not falter for a second. A spell flew over Glidon’s head making a noise like a flock of pheasants and hit the wall behind him, incinerating it.
Most of the diners were dead now, but none of the attackers had fallen. One of the creatures turned and saw Glidon. It scuttled towards him, a serrated blade in its gloved hand. The creature launched itself at Glidon and landed on him, knocking him backwards. Two hands fastened around his neck and squeezed hard. As Glidon struggled to keep awake he heard someone shout something and a second later the creature was thrown of him.
Glidon managed to stand and through bleary eyes he saw a man rush past him, sword in hand. He landed on the creature and with one swipe of his sword beheaded it.
Glidon started to back away but tripped on a fallen beam and hit his head on the earth floor and blacked out.