《Last Ritualist》


 Chapter 1

    " Run Septimus" A grey haired old man yelled as he barred the door to his home.


    "What about you?" the young boy asked as he looked at the man that had bin his father for the last year. His dark brown eyes radiating concern.


    The elder sighed as he looked at the crowd in front of his manor. All held torches and pitchforks as a man in armor shouted about how evil the old man was. "I''ll buy you some time take the back window and run. I have a small cabin three miles down the tradde road. You''ll be safe there"


    "But master I''ve only just learned how to maake the ritual salts," The boy replied his pale cheeks stained with tears


    The man placed his hands on his shoulders. His blue eyes locked with his. "We don''t have time. take this and run. I''m 257 I''ve lived more than long enough" He held out a black book that looked like it was bound in skin with a closed mouth on the cover. "just feed it" with that he shoved the boy away the last the man saw of him was his long black hair flowing behind him.


    The boy ran. fater than he ever ran before in his fourteen years of life. He climbed out the window and felt the cool spring night air on his skin ass a blue screen appeared in the corner of his vision.Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


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    your mster has bin tracked down by the church of light. He has told you to run. Make it to his cabin while he buys you time.


    Reward: exp, Malics Kelin''s cabin


    Failure Penalty: Death


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    He ignored it tears flowing freely as he ran faster. the shadows of night the only reason why he lived was the shadows of night that hid him from the crowd.


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    Callapsed inside the cabin Septimus slept. Memories of the past haunting him. He remebered living on the street. Fighting for scraps and than callapsing from hunger.


    "whats your name," An old fac appeared infront of him. a man he never met before but who woulld change his life.


    "I don''t have one," He wispered


    "Would you like one?" The elder said a smile on his face.


    "Yes please,"


    "Than come with me and I''ll give you one and a place to live," With that Septimus was named and adopted in the same day.


    He lived with the old man for mothes than two weeks before they were attackedd he bacame the mans apprentice. the man was a ritualist the last one according to him. And thus he bagan to learn lore and how to mix summoning salts.


    Auther note-had to right this down hope someone out there finds it fun to read.