The Tail - The Last IMP PATR - Prologue

                                  Prologue

 

 

                                        The Beginning

 

Three men had stood up in Gallant prison, more though in innocents of had done nothing wrong,but were waiting some judgements. Almost was it immediately that they knew that there country Fallmier was under an attack.

The clean shaven man had cleared his cell and had stared beyond the iron bars that had held him in captivity at another bearded long haired spokesman who had said.

                              

                                                       He said

                           They are coming for you young one.

                 There, you see , the guards are coming right now.

                    You think that your tough Imperial Patriot.

                My grandmother can fight better than you can.

             And, what is it? Are those bars a little too much for you to handle.

                You will see, they are coming to take you away.

Foot steps by the boots leg had been heard from the mans cell door and were closing in fast, when, a voice had rose with the words fleeing from another mans mouth saying, step aside mate and let us through,this is standard procedure, The other man had opened the cell door. If you try anything stupid, a women had came in after the other man, this guard will not hesitate to kill you. The other man had asked me for my name and i said, my name is Many Men Of Many Things. Well,Many Men Of Many Things we are protecting the warden and our only way out is through this cell.

The other man had been  a security guard and had pushed on. He had chopped away at a cell brick near a halogen light and uncovered a button that had opened the cell wall revealing the sudden light of day and said. This is it,our way out is here,come with me sir and if you choose to fallow prisoner,he paused and said, then stay out of our way!

The light had softened my hazel eyes and the warden had been no where to be found, it left me alone just outside the prison walls. In one breath, i had called upon the heavens for the holy ghost, an iron blade had fell to the earth,a fire had encircled its spot where it landed and went out to an ice cold glacier,in it standing was an iron blade submerged in an ice burg. There are neither chisels or hammers around anywhere. But i had a torch that i had sneaked and was lit. I had gathered a bomb fires worth of dry tree limbs and leaves and had camped all night until the next morning. During the night, i had dreamed of a dark knight with a silver blade and had black armor in my plain sight,when, i had awoke to the blade free of the ice. I took the blade. I had named it after my guardian angel and had called it holy light. I had harnessed it at my waist with the scrapings of the wrist irons they had shackled me in the prison cell with and had began searching for an herb called the holy thistle. Thank the heavens the security guard had taken the shackles off before he had left with the warden. The holy thistle i thought again, the holy thistle is a popular forest plant that heals pain and helps close wounds and deep scratches and once again i had been blessed with the find of one. I had found at the edge of the Priciest Forest and i began mixing it with puddle water i had mysteriously of ran into.

I covered my entire body in holy thistle juice after. My pains had became tolerable. The next task was finding food.

The inhabitants of  Fallmier had been fearful where the city had to build secure walls to protect itself from the fear of the world and had began regiments to protect the trade supply and routes and there homes and even there families with swords and guns and machete and the use of explosive herbs packed in bottles and canister's. 

There was an king and nobles that had occupied the palace and had demanded more as the time had went by, life was changed little by little,except for the time being. The king Solomons son had little contact with anyone and was given odd obligations he had to fallow and eating well had been one of them. The rebels and bandits were still around and were randomly imprisoned for thievery and some murders.

Trade routes were always being changed and kept changing over the years progressions. The bunches of starving homeless citizens had clogged the paved streets in the villages,back at the village district. And, no more poorer than the forest Ginnie's.

Besides the summer heat,security guards,knights,nobles,merchants and farmers spread throughout and about the castle and the country,but the heat advisory had killed a hundred and twenty homeless the last i knew and was after its afflictions and were equal to the last winters.

A westerly breeze had blew in,had blown for minutes,but did not penetrate my captives brown pants and brown captives shirt,machine woven together, it had been made specifically to keep prison inmates from dying. I had hurried to the only crossing that had led to the city Fallmier and was with a pocketful of port might leaves worth twenty dollars each,they are a rare but average herb to find and i had found the last of them in the forest. A guard had guarded the Fallmier security gate. He had asked me for an entrance fee and i had told him that all that i had was port might leaves and he said alright,this will do and yelled, let him in!

The gate had opened. Homes had filled the entry upon my sandals first nudge across the entry bridge.
A sewage crossing it was into the city and was built to feed out human waste out of the city and to bring fresh drinking water to the cities wells in the market district. There were bulletins amongst the street that directed civilians who were new to the city. The walk was a good hundred and fifty blocks before i had reached the market district that was located in the middle of all of the districts, it was then when i had reached a wood door with a sign that had said The Herb Counter and i had entered asking, how much for fifteen port might leaves? An older women said her name was Nattily and told me that she would pay me three hundred and nine dollars for them. I had made the deal and said fair well to her and left. The next store i had came to was a staff shop and the next after that was a mace store and finally was a clothing merchant who called itself The Clothiers Paradise where i had bought a pair of brown leather pants for fifty dollars and a chain mail shirt.
Westerly winds had continued as my walk further into the city began and was where a whole new sighting had shocked my brain. I saw five banks completely in brick rebel and a village citizen had said.



                                                           She Said

                                  They came in through the wall fast.
                                    They ran an enormous vehicle into the banks.
                                       Then, they had stole everything.




How can someone do such a thing, i replied. There must have been three million dollars in those banks and i kept onward towards the castle. At least they did not get holy light from me,i thought.
It is a good thing i have money and a war is not becoming of Fallmier.