Novels by Fred900

Jason had been watching the stables for over an hour. He was crouched out of sight in the second story of a partially collapsed building across the street from the stable. Onyx the crow, yes he had named the crow as it seemed to not want to leave him alone, had spent the last hour chasing critters nearby and was currently resting on his shoulder. He had picked out Miriam almost immediately as a portly middle-aged woman who carried a riding crop in one hand and a handkerchief in the other, marching around and giving others to the workers as they worked around the stable. Jason upon returning from Morgana’s place had visited Rex and Sly to seek information on his target. Sly being the rogue informant he was quickly delivered. “Miriam is the stable master’s wife. She works at the stables during the day.” Sly stated. “The stable master puts his wife to work in the stables?”, Jason questioned. “She doesn’t exactly work. She acts as her husband’s assistant and mages the stable hands. I

The woman stood facing Jason. Her face was a mask of darkness as black energy curled around her arms and body with ominous red eyes. Jason felt chills looking at her. “Who are you”, she questioned as Jason stood there unable to speak due to the sheer overwhelming aura of power she emanated. “You better speak quickly young man. Who are you, and why are you here?” The woman motioned towards the pile of body parts as she spoke again “You don’t seem like you are with these two, otherwise you would already be dead” Jason with a bit of difficulty spoke “Rex sent me. He said to find Morgana at the cemetery for the test: “You must be him then, the chosen one although I don’t see much at the moment”, Morgana said examining Jason carefully not bothering to hide her disappointment “At least you’re not squeamish about killing and you have good spirit and ambition,” she says noticing his eyes “You’ll need it” Jason watched the woman carefully as her aura dissipated and the lingering energy

A few months later In the underground hideout of Sly’s tavern, two figures were engaged in a deadly dance. They rushed at each other ferociously as their daggers clashed against each other, Sly maneuvered around Jason with grace and flexibility as Jason moved nimbly dodging the attacks as they came. Sly went in for a kick to the head which Jason flipped away from while simultaneously releasing several throwing knives at him. He avoided and parried with little movements as he continued on with his assault, Jason tried his best to fend off his strikes, till his legs were kicked out from under him and a dagger was placed in front of him pointing at his throat. “Well done Jason, you have finally completed your training, although there is much I want to teach you we don’t have enough time and this should be enough to prevent you from getting killed too quickly” he said “ Thank you Sylvester for everything, I might actually miss you when I’m gone”, Jason said with a smile as he stood up.

Jason entered the tavern to see countless people inside with violent laughter erupting among the patrons from time to time as they went about their conversations. There was music playing and drinks being served in mugs as waitresses moved among the patrons delivering food and drinks. As Jason stood there in the doorway observing the place, a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. He felt like his legs were going to buckle from the weight alone when he heard a voice behind him“You’re small,”As Jason turned, he saw a giant of a man with a huge barrel on his shoulder staring down at him. He wore sleeveless leather armor with a huge battle hammer slung across his back and Jason could swear the man was at least seven feet tall.“Don’t mind Tom. His etiquette leaves much to be desired, but he means well.” A smallish man said from Jason’s side as the now identified Tom moved past Jason. Jason turned to get a better look at the smallish man who had spoken to see him wearing clothes of varying s

The world snapped into existence around Jason and he found himself standing in a town.It took him a moment to get his bearings, as his head stopped spinning. He noticed the medieval look of the city he found himself in. It kind of reminded him of fantasy MMORPG games. He could feel a gentle breeze on his skin and could make out the noise given off by the activities going on in the city. Looking up into the sky, he could tell by the position of the sun that it was around midday. He looked around him to realize he was standing in some kind of alleyway between two buildings. He took notice of his simple brown trousers and cloth shirt he wore and as far as he could tell he had no weapons on him.Jason exited the alleyway to a courtyard of some sort that had a single exit and a burly guard posted on each side. The two guards wore leather armor and their faces were obscured with metal helmets. Each guard held a spear and had a leather belt around their waist that held a dagger sheathed int

"And who are you, old man" Jason inquired in an even tone, sclera still black as night as he stared at the old man."I am known as the dark one, the God of all that is dark and shunned in this world by the so-called light, and my followers follow the path of darkness", the old man asked as he bowed slightly."I sense in you a yearning for power, a hunger to control and not bow to another. Those that walk my path certainly find it""Huh, so you are some evil God in need of followers, offering a devil's deal?"" My followers are often treated as villains, with no moral code or compass, but one must know that just because one follows the dark and lives for oneself and desires does not make one inherently evil, it's just a matter of perspective. One is not good just because he is a hero or said to be a priest of light, why then must my followers conform to the rules and so-called social norms that others set. Every human in this world desire something, no one is perfect not even the so-ca