chapter 2
The horses galloped towards cornelius. he stared at the ashen remains of his house. He saw nothing. Rearing madly, the elegant horse skidded to a halt infront of him, kicking up clouds of dust with their hooves. one of the men dismounted and stood in front of him.
  "cornelius, my old friend!" Lied the short fat man. He was covered in armour and his helmet shone brightly.
"I will never be your friend, Ammos so why don't you just take me away. you have took my home and family away. Merlock has the vorpal sword and I have served my purpose in this miserable world." Cornelius frowned at the funny little man and held out his hands. He felt the cold steel wrap around his wrists. A bind that could not be broken for now. Cuffs tight around his wrists and shackles around his feet, cornelius knew that his debt with stealing the vorpal sword was repayed, and when he looked into the mirror he would so another man. A man who had put his life in danger to save his children.
      The last thing he remembered that night was the graceful rock to sleep of the horse's canter. An icy fist clamped over his heart. Blackness.