A Note from the Author...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dear reader,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You are currently reading a prequal to my current story, Nihil Obstat: The Sin War Chronicles. I definatley would reccomend that you read this first, just so you understand were the character is coming from. It will be a ten chapter story...Nihil Obstat is the new beggining of were this story leaves off...Now, sit back, relax...Let us begin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The man sat on the stone steps under the shadow of the massive structure of what was Lumbridge castle. He wasn't a wealthy man; he was very poor, and the best kind of armor he could afford was leather. Yet, the man had a sense of peace within himself, as he could have time to think and worship Saradomin, or be a devout. Yet, he had many dreams himself, dreams of helping the army...Dreams of conquest and war. Why would he have such evil thoughts in his mind?

 

 

 

"Excuse me!" A man in light blue armor kicked the poor man away from the door, slamming it behind him. He was bruised nearly every day by the cruel, passer-by's that walked by every day. He gasped for air, recovering from the hard kick that was aimed towards his stomach. Not many people knew why a man would sit there, and accept the pain. There was only one reason. That reason was answered with a deep voice eminating froma man in sky blue armor: "Are you alright?" The man looked up, and smiled at the gesture of kindness. "Yes, thank you." The man held out a hand, pulling up the man from his hurt state, and helped him inside to the castle. The conceited men, who were infuriated by the rich man helping a poor, street urchin, followed them.

 

 

 

As soon as they reached the top floor, the man in Rune armor started to use magic to heal the poor man's wounds, caring for each and every cut with love and tenderness. The man in Rue also pulled out some freshly cooked foods, and gave them to the man, telling him to relax.

 

 

 

"Why are you so kind to me? Is it for publicity? Or fame?"

 

 

 

"First off, Roald, I know it's you, so cut the act. You idiot. Just the fact that I had to take you off of those stairs was dispicable." The man frowned, then bowed his head in shame, saying softly:

 

 

 

"Fienrir...I'm telling you right now, you did that out of kindness. You didn't know it was me until you saw my scar." Fienrir looked up, a grin on his face. "Good-bye, Roald."

 

 

 

"Not so fast." Fienrir shifted his body to see a bunch of men in Rune armor, all with their helmets off, infuriated. "Helping someone like that must be against the law..." Fienrir drew a Dragon two handed blade (which he obtained by killing a Kalphinite Queen). The other men stepped back, all quacking in fear."How many people did you kill with THAT?! It's blood red!"

 

 

 

"No one died at the tip of this blade. It's a legendary blade known as a Dragon Blade. Got it memorized?" One man was frightened enough to step back into the stairs, falling down the whole flight. The other men followed; Fienrir knew there was trouble.

Lets wait for the main story to be finished, rather than listen to this one. Hey, you know the beggining.