Chapter 1
The air was
cold and Dorin trembled under the fine clothes and the leather breastplate, his
only protection. John insisted that in front of a beast, not even the strongest
armor would serve, it was better to be light and agile.
The hut in
which they lived was on top of the Orgol Valley, surrounded by vast mountains
and small and scattered villages. Autumn was approaching and the dry cold and
the withered leaves were proof of that. He remembered the first time he had
stepped into the valley, so long ago...
- Are you
ready, Dorin?- his master's voice cut his thoughts.
- Yes, sir.
I have the knife and the crossbow ready.
- Okey, I
am taking the bag of ointmenst and medicines.- John agreed while throwing the
bag over his shoulder.
Byron, the
John´s horse neighed nervously and bit the rope that held him.
-Not today,
friend, you would only delay us. Come on, Dorin. Today begins your new life.
