Here is a side project from my book that I'll do. It takes place in the world of my other books. Here are some words that you should know before reading.
ARETEAN The world.
BLOODREAVER A red furred goat headed creature. shadowSpawn
SHADOWSPAWN A name given to evil things.
SKCAR A bird like creature. shadowSpawn
VAURSAN A troll like creature with tusks and horns.
TROLLEN A strong orc like creature.
THRASHN A country ruled by a druid state.
VANTERIN Mother of elves, also an elven nation.
VALINAR Father of all elves.


Chapter 1 Forgotten
Light reigned in the world, stars swam across his vision. Who was he? Was he a he? The light became to dim, with it information. He was a tall male human. He had brown hair and green eyes. He was from Chrisan, the great human country. He was…Haedo, yes that was his name. Blackness swallowed up the great light, covering him in shadow.

Haedo opened his eyes, blinking at the blinding light. He was Haedo! He groaned as he looked around. He was on the leaf-covered floor of a forest, birds chirped as they darted across the sky. Where was he? He looked around more as he got up, pain flashed in his belly. He moaned and sat down on a tree that had fallen. He didn’t remember anything. Expect his name, teachings and a few other things but nothing about his past. Haedo panicked, jumping up. Pain shot through his body, he screamed out load. Why did he hurt so much? He peeled off his wet tunic and stared down at the cut that was across his chest. A sword cut, was I a solider? Haedo found some plants that subdued the pain nicely. Then the human realized he was very hungry. He ran west with his ragged cloak that he’d found. He found some berries and ate them, he was still hungry but that was the best he could do. He needed to find people, he started off into the wilderness. As Haedo ran by a tall gray figure carefully got out of its hiding spot and started to follow the confused man.

Haedo shivered as he sat down, night had came. He was still hungry. Haedo curled up and moaned as the cold air came over him. Darkness came.

Smoke came to Haedo’s nose, wood was burning. Burning? He got up as fast as his aching bones could go. An old man in a gray cloak smiled at him, handing him a basket off bread. Without thanking him Haedo ate.
“You’re hungry one,” said the old man, buckling up his cloak.
“Who are you?” said Haedo after he was done eating.
“One that cannot waste time. I don’t know how your memories were stolen but there is still hope, Haedo,” said the old man.
“Who are you?” demanded Haedo getting up.
“That isn’t important, take the sack and this cloak,” said the old man, giving him a sack full of goods. Last he unbuckled his gray cloak. The brooch on the cloak was shaped like a dragon’s head.
“Why?” asked the puzzled Haedo.
“No time, travel on the Western road, find a man named Sertus, he’ll know what to do. Beware the specters, they will harm you. When Sertus is with you find the Sword of Memory. Haedo be wary of all,” said the old man. A horse whinnied in the distance.
“GO!” shouted the old man, pushing Haedo away. Haedo turned and saw seven black figures mounted on horses.
“GO!” shouted the old man again. Everything was happening too fast, Haedo darted into the undergrowth of the forest again. He ran and ran, hearing the sounds of battle in the distance. He didn’t know who he was but someone had died for him already.

Haedo continued on, running until he collapsed. After a few minutes he got up again and started to run again. He was to find the Western road, that was easy he was on it now. Find a man called Sertus, where would be find him?. Haedo stared down at the gray cloak he wore. There was a pocket on it, something was jutting out. Haedo pulled the object out, it was a map marked with a route to a city. This old man had planned this for a long time. A horse whinnied and Haedo threw himself to the ground. One of the black riders had spotted him! The rider was on a hill looking over him but it seemed like the rider couldn’t see him.
“The cloak,” he whispered to himself but he stayed on the ground until it passed.

Bicvis knelt on the ground, examining the dead bloodreaver. He frowned and motioned to the militiaman that was with him to come closer. Argus the militiaman edged nearer, spear pointed at the corpse.
“Argus, it’s dead,” Bicvis said in a calm tone.
“Like hell,” spat the man, stabbing the corpse.
“Scared of dead bodies,” grinned Bicvis getting up. These stupid townspeople, it was dead! The two had been called over there by a farmer, the farmer claimed that the bloodreaver had been killing his sheep.
“This shadowSpawn has been dead for a week,” said Bicvis, wrinkling his nose at the foul odor.
“Maybe,” said Argus, stupid in the ways of nature as usual.
“Get back to town, I find some place to dispose of this foul thing,” suggested Bicvis, Argus ran away, happy to be away.

Bicvis tossed the body under a boulder and proceed into the woods. Unlike the villagers he knew that a bloodreaver meant a group of the shadowSpawn. He drew his bow and notched an arrow to it. Bicvis went hunting.

Chapter 2 Hunting
Haedo continued on for six more days, seeing little of the specters. Once when he came to a stream to drink he spotted a faint shadow in the distance that reminded him of the monsters. He shivered and continued on. The mysteries that were now Haedo’s life haunted him with ideas and questions that needed to be answered. His memories and the old man’s sacrifice, they seemed to be connected, the old man had either known him or the specters. It seemed like the specters hadn’t wanted the old man to give him the information he had now or have him alive. The gray cloak protected him, why hadn’t the old man covered them both in it? There were too many things that needed to be answered.

Bicvis silently strode over the Western road, crouching. Two bloodreavers sat on the ground, the only ones in the area, Bicvis knew this because he’d scouted the area. But still there were two, he was one and they had to be silenced quickly. He aimed his bow at the head of one, the further one and shot it. The arrow landed nicely into the head of the bloodreaver, it collapsed with a soft thunk. Quickly the other shadowSpawn leapt from where it stood and ran away, too fast for Bicvis to aim and shoot again. Thus Bicvis’s traps came into play. A spiked log came up and slammed into the fleeing bloodreaver, killing it instantly. A cry came up and it was behind Bicvis. Bicvis leapt from his spot and drew his knife at the throat of a human.
“Who are you?” he demanded, pushing the human down.
“Haedo I think,” said the young man, pushing his brown hair from his eyes. His green eyes stared at the knife. The man wore a fabulous gray cloak that had to be royalty quality.
“A young prince?” asked Bicvis, pointing to the cloak.
“No, the old man that died for me gave it to me. Are you Sertus or do you know him?” asked Haedo. Then with a cry a bloodreaver came and slashed down Bicvis with a sword.


The bloodreaver jumped over toward weaponless Haedo, Bicvis grabbed its leg, pulling it back.
“Here!” he gasped, tossing his sword to Haedo. With a quicken grace that he didn’t know he possessed, Haedo caught the sword and slashed the bloodreaver down in the blink of an eye. He stared the dead body, horrified at the ease that he taken into killing the shadowSpawn. Something howled in the area.
“More bloodreavers!” gasped Bicvis, reaching for his bow.
“I’ll take them on,” said Haedo, the words surprised him.
“I’ll use my bow,” replied Bicvis.

Haedo walked further on, checking to see if Bicvis could still see him. Suddenly a bloodreaver ambushed him, he swung away, blocking the blow and punching it in the head. Two more came at him, he slashed one down and parried the blow from the other one. Why was he such a good killer? The punched bloodreaver came at him, he blocked the axe it wielded. The other bloodreaver came at him, slashing Haedo too fast for him to block. He whipped around, slashing its legs and tackling it. The bloodreaver howled at him, extracting its claws. Quickly Haedo slashed its throat, jumping from the bleeding body so that he tripped the other bloodreaver. With that he slashed it down.

Bicvis stared as Haedo took out all the other bloodreavers. This man was amazing at sword fighting! But he seemed to be uneasy about as he came back.
“Where did you learn that from?” he asked as Haedo supported him up.
“Dunno,” said Haedo.
“What?” asked Bicvis. Haedo stared at him for a bit and started to explain.

Darkness lashed out at Sertus, he dodged and continued on from where he’d been last. The soldier on his left was cut down by an arrow, he jabbed his spear out across his side, killing the first bloodreaver had crossed his path.
“To the right!” came a shout, Sertus barely dodged the arrow that came whistling across the battlefield. Kann’ann the war wizard smashed his fist into a ball, a molten ball of flame crushed several incoming bloodreavers. Kann’ann nodded at Sertus, he ran past, using the spell as a distraction. He had to get to Petera. Petera was up ahead, dueling a trollen. She slashed it down and took on an orc as it came at him. Sertus rolled as a new bloodreaver came at him, he unsheathing his short sword and stabbed the bloodreaver in the belly. Petera looked at him, elven eyes blazed in the light.
“Hurry, we got to get to the gate!” she yelled. Sertus followed, Kann’ann close behind. The trio ran past the other battling troops. They came to the wide gates of Joiin.

Sertus ran up the battlements, killing as he went. Petera led the troops to the gate door, fighting off several trollen. Kann’ann followed him up, shooting fireballs.
SERTUS! Sertus gasped in pain as the voice came in his head.
“Markus?” he voiced. Then suddenly a giant blast of lighting rippled through the Joiin gate, smashing the stones that Sertus stood on. He turned to see Kann’ann thrown across the courtyard.
“Kann’ann!” he yelled, darkness took him.

The figure watched as the Joiin gate was ripped apart. He grinned and started forth. With him were seven black cloaked figures.

sweet i like it