A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. The Governor’s quiet library is about to be disturbed. Fire, Evil, a battle, all came across in the Old Study Chamber.
-What, who are you, kid? And how did you get in here? – asked Ceannard surprised.
-I’m Oigearan, Sir. I’m just looking for my sister. We were playing outside and I saw her enter the stables and followed her here. I’m sorry if I scared you! Are you scared?
-What? No, I’m not scared! How did you get past the guards? It’s a long way from the stables to this room. Where is your sister? What’s her name?
Continue reading “Nameless story, part VIII: Victorious Defeat”A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. The Man learns about the origin of his enemies. The History of the Creatures of the Dark Time is full of surprises.
Governor Ceannard was sitting quietly at his desk. He was alone in the Study Chamber, the Great Library of the Fortress. It is here where all the ancient and new documents and books were kept safe so that no one would ever forget the past and its suffering.
Continue reading “Nameless story, part VII: History and Creatures of the Dark Times”A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. Old stories tell of a Great Fortress in Bhaile. The Governor’s Villa has a huge history behind.
-Sir, we searched the whole town, but we couldn’t find anything! The only two things in common about the murders are that all the victims were found with their throats cut and that at three of them, two unknown kids were seen in the surrounding neighbourhoods. What would you have us do, Sir? – asked the soldier.
Continue reading “Nameless story, part VI: The Legend of the Fortress”A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. The Nameless Man begins his training to be able to fight Evil and its minions.
The man went out of his chamber to look towards Bhaile. It’s been three weeks since he was attacked on the shore of the lake and thus far, those dark clouds that besieged the city then haven’t passed away. By all means, they seem to have gotten even darker and more sinister than before.
-Bhaile is under attack! The Enemy has grown fearful and tries to subdue any potential resistance. Those poor souls don’t stand a chance against the foe that has come upon them.
Continue reading “Nameless story, part V: Training”A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. The professor from the House of the Wise. Revelations for our Hero.
-Good, you already look livelier. Come, Son of The Lake, we have much to talk about.
-Old man, thank you! I would’ve been dead by now if you hadn’t found me.
-That you would, my friend, that you would. I had some doubts about whether or not you would make it, but you’re a strong fellow. Go on then, ask me what you want to know.
Continue reading “Nameless story, part IV: The House of The Wise – 2”A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. The professor from the House of the Wise. Revelations for our Hero.
-Help me, sir! Please, help me! She’s dying, sir! Please, help her!- the boy was shouting desperate.
Loud laughter, a white, devilish face, the lake, a girl with blond hair, blood, a blade, kelpies, all were swirling in a whirlpool of darkness and pain.
-AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! – he shouted out the top of his lungs. He was sweating and disoriented. Pain rushed to his forehead and his vision got instantly blurry.
Continue reading “Nameless story, part IV: The House of The Wise – 1”A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. Two women gossip at the market. Evil creatures are close. A murder.
It was a busy day at the market in town. People were roaming all over the place and the noise made by the vendors, each shouting about whatever it was they were selling, made it almost impossible to have a decent conversation with anybody. Two women met at the exit on their way out.
-Bheana, have you found the trout you were looking for? – asked Antaidha
Continue reading “Nameless story, part III: The market”A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero. The professor enters in the tale.
Darkness, it was all he was seeing! He felt nothing, he heard nothing, he only saw darkness everywhere. Was he dead? -he asked himself in his head. Was this it? The great afterlife is just this empty and eternal void and nothing else? It couldn’t be, he told himself. It just didn’t feel right!
Continue reading “Nameless story, part II: The professor”A Fictional, Nameless Story with a Nameless Hero begins. His simple life will change forever. An attack took place!
It was a sunny Sunday morning. A nice, cold breeze flew in thru the open window and brought with it the soft sound of little birds singing in the distance, announcing a new day!
The colorful coverlet was on the floor and the pillows were hanging in balance on the left side of the bed. The fresh air from outside filled the room and the subtle smell of burnt leaves was dissipated.
Continue reading “Nameless story, part I: A cry for help!”
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