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Kale had not managed to find a smith to fix his armor and ended up working in a tavern for the day. "Come on blondy!" egged on a drunken smith "I have worked the forge for twenty years and no young little whipper snapper can match me in strength!" Kale simply grabbed the man's wrist and started to twist it slowly. The smith was strong, but Kale had youth and it started to show until the smith used his free hand to strike Kale in the jaw. Kale went with the punch, only his head had went with it and never went backwards or fell over. Quickly his head snapped back around and his gripped tightened tenfold on the mans wrist and that is when Kale brought his forehead down on the drunken man's nose getting a satisfying crunching sound of his nose breaking. "AHH! my nose!" The drunken smith cried but kale was not finished.


Letting go of his Wrist Kale took his turn balling up his hand into a fist and then giving the drunken smith a Haymaker to the left side of his jaw. The smith spun around like a wooden spinner and dropped to floor, blood pooling slowly out of his mouth. A Cheer went up in the Tavern as Kale picked the drunk up and tossed him out through the open door. "Hey Kale!" shouted someone from the inside. "Catch!" kale looked and small coin purse had been thrown to him. Kale caught it easily. "You done good for tonight, come back tomorrow for more work!" Kale smiled and held up the purse in understanding with the understanding to the owner who he now realized was the one shouting.


Breathing in the night air Kale stretched his arms feeling the muscles loosen up some. He saw the smith still out cold, so Kale walked over to the man and nudged him with his foot. Nothing. "hmmm.."Kale wondered and walked to the well getting a bucket of water and tossed it on the drunk. In a instant the smith had woken up and sputtered looking around. When he spotted Kale, Kale had his back to him and was walking down into the dark shadows of a alley. "Who the hell is that kid.."The smith spoke aloud hoping someone would say something, but only the chilly night air responded to him.

The Comet

Kale walked down the alley counting the coin from the purse and nodding in approval. "This should do nicely then..Another night like this and I can buy myself a new set of armor..maybe even get the steel plate.." Kale said to himself smiling some and tucked the purse away. Suddenly he stopped walking hearing a roaring sound and drew his sword. The glow of the Comet passed overhead as Kale looked up at it in wonder. "The Comet..the old man spoke of....AGGGHHHHHH!!" A searing pain shot through Kale's Left hand. His sword hand. A pain so intense for him it brought him to his knees. "Ahhhhh! What sorcery is this!"He shouted out, A light came on in the house next to him and the door opened. The same that door opened Kale blacked out, falling to his side passed out. "What in the..?" Said the female who opened the door. "Kale?" "Marton come quick! its Kale something has happened!" A teenaged boy came running out from inside the house with only his pants on. "Sister that is Kale? What happened?" Asked Marton "I don't know I heard screaming and went to see what was going on and he was here like this. "Said the sister. "Here help me drag him inside!"said Marton as he slowly dragged Kale inside the house.



The Morning

Slowly Kale started to wake groaning from being on the floor all night. Slowly his memory came back to him and he sat up quickly and getting to his feet looking for his sword. "Your alright now Kale" Spinning around Kale saw a small woman with black hair. She was small by even today's standards but she had a beauty about her. "What happened"Kale said as he kept looking for his sword. "You were shouting outside and I went to see what was going on. You had passed out.

Then it all came back. Kale looked at his hand and saw the mark of the Comet. "What in the..?" Kale looked at the woman and showed her the mark but she merely shrugged. Kale shrugged some and spotted his sword in the corner of the room and went to grab it. Checking to make sure it was his and in one piece Kale sheathed the sword back into its rightful place and nodded to the woman "Thank you for bringing me in."Kale said with a small smile. The woman merely smirked "my brother dragged you in..There is no way I could of..your far to heavy..Marton had a hard enough time dragging you in here."Kale smirked and nodded at her "Were is he?" Kale asked.

"Hes in the other room with my son.he was born very recently." Kale nodded once more to her words and walked into the other room. His footsteps making deep thuds. Marton looked up from the sleeping baby and nodded to Kale "your up"he whispered "I am..thank you for bringing me in. " Said Kale "it was no problem-" Marton was saying when a crashing sound came from the room were Kale was just in. "No what are you doing get out AHHH!" Kale and Marton heard the sounds of Marton's sister screaming and then silence. The baby started to cry and Marton tried to hush the baby up but it was too late. Kale drew his sword and did not wait to see who it was that had crashed through the door. His sword stabbed into the chest of one of Bandrials soldiers. His gurgled screams sounded so weak as Kale left the sword in the mans chest and shoulder rammed his partner who was just coming around the corner. The man tried to stab Kale with his sword but kale slammed him into the wall and his sword dropped with a clatter. Kale grabbed the man's head and slammed it over and over into the stone wall until it crunched and spilled blood and brains over the wall and floor. Marton was staring at the bloody dying body of his sister. "Marton..you cannot help her.."Kale told him as he walked over to haul the boy to his feet. "She is my sister!" Kale lifted the man off of his feet for a second and set him back down "Those are Bandrial soldiers, they do not do this..they are after something and you have what they want!" Kale said loudly the baby crying in the back of the small house.


"we have nothing!" said Marton aloud "You..have the baby.."a weak voice said. Kale turned to the man whom he had stabbed and saw he still lived. "The baby..why a baby."Kale asked. "The prophecy..Those whom were to be born on this day..would overthrow Queen Bandrial..the slaughtering of those so young..so sweet" the dying man smiled with bloody teeth. Kale glared at the man and brought down his boot onto the man's face over and over feeling it crunch and break under his power.

"The comet..your mark...the soldiers it all makes sense" Marton said. "What on the gods are you talking about"Kale looked at Marton "The prophecy..a mad man foretold that in eighteen years eight heroes would be born on the night of a passing comet and would be branded with the mark of the comet and who would over throw the evil queen. my father spoke of it for years.." Marton looked at Kale "If that mark on your hand is what I think it is..your destined to over through the queen. "

Kale looked at Marton like he was a mad man. "You must find the others!" Marton said to Kale. "I don't believe in fate..or destiny.." Marton had left the room to get the child. "you may not believe in it..but it believes in you." "Good bye Kale.."Marton said as he rushed out the door into the morning which was filled with screams and shouts of terror and death.

Kale looked at the mark on his hand and sighed some. "I don't believe in this.." Kale said and yanked his sword from the man's chest and charged out into the morning to get out of the town and kill as many of the soliders as he can. "Old man..you knew didn't you.."Kale thought to himself as he ran and cut a soldier on the back and kept running.