Masill
Masil
was a man who lived on Finger Isle. He was convicted for murder, but he hadn't
done that; he just was at the wrong place at the wrong time. He had to leave his
familie and live with all the other criminals.
He didn't belong on this ilse. He was picked on, beaten almost to death; but not
totally because he came in handy for things...
Masil
was a tal man but very thin. He has gray hair and is old. It has been for some
time now that he lived on this tropical isle.
He thought that his familie had forgotten him.. and only lived because he
couldn't kill himself. But he didn't really want to kill himself; that was
weak... Masill hated his life, but could never make an end to it. Maybe he was
to weak; or maybe their was a reason for... It didn't really matter to a shadow
that lived his life from day to day.
Today
was as every other day, warm and sunny. He wondered around not knowing where he
placed his feet. He muttered something to himself about the start of a new day
and that it would soon come to an end...
'Masill...' A low voice from behind him said.
Masill stopped and slowly turned around. Their were his... friends? They were
the kind of friends that used him for every dirty work and beat him when they
got bored. Masill didn't run away; his legs couldn't carry him that far running
plus it made things worse..
'Malo gebmo krast grish maley ká rá.' (we
have something for you to do...) One of the men
said in a playfull tone. They grabbed him and a few minutes later dropped him on
the warm sand.
'Priïs tylmsa... Klusk fobsy maley drissbreeient
fruî hyis!' (Run
around... Make shure you won't get caught!')
Masill didn't move. He didn't want to run around this temple, it feared him even
more than the men before him.
3 of the group came to Masill and beat him till he was on the floor, bleeding
from his cracked lip and nose. The leader of the group, tall well build and
young made a sign that he had to run around the tempel.
Masill
took the little courage he had and walked slowly to the temple.
'Priïs!' (RUN!) The
leader jelled.
Masill stumbled forward around the temple. Maybe nothing would happen... Maybe
the priest wasn't in... He was thinking so hard he didn't se the branche in
front of him. A loud crack surrounded the place and probably in the temple.
'Srï...' (no...) Masill
whispered. But nobody heared the praier.. Two hands grabbed him and pulled him
in the cold of the temple dropping him on the cold floor.
'Maley Fartas ká bliodah' (you
deared to disturb me!) the
priest hissed
at Masill.
'Vraimy! Vraimy!' (Sorry! Sorry) He
screamed. His voice was shaking. It
was so dark. Masill couldn't see the man. But he was so scared of him.
'Rá maley grassh lri maley gebmo rázsxi?' (Do
you know what you have done?)
'Froig grom mala... Ma ráent
hri ká! (Please
forgive me.. I didn't mean to!)
'Malo driss fray lri Marquish geb ká jliko' (We
will see what Marquish has to say...)
'Srï! Srï! Ent Marquish...
Ma'rá vraimy! Vraimy!' (No!
No! not Marquish.. I'm sorry! Sorry!)
But it was too late. The
priest was
already summoning His
god, Marquish; god of pain and horror.
'Krié Marquish, breei ká mala, maliss mlaég, Mala buig rágro Maley. Groik
mala gibmo drir Greyl (Holy
Marquish, come to me, your priest, I kneel before you. Help me with this fool.)
Masill screamed for help, hoping that
somebody would save him. But all were to scared to enter this temple.
Masill no longer heard the priest. A
light came from the cieling down towards the priest. Now Masill could see the
priest, small thin and pale. Nothing to be scared of.. Blood dripped from his
hand and belly. The knife he was holding in his hand dripped of blood too.
'Maley fraksy grish mala? Ma
gebmo dri taak... Cru
lri ju drir?' (You
called for me?
I have an assightment.. But what is this?) Marquish
looked at the pile of man in front of him.
'Driola Hrim, maliy yupfra
mala. Grah mala doed mali!' (Greatest
god, He interrupted me. Let me kill him!)
'Srï... Ma gebmo krast nitklir gri knum gro maliy... friï gro maliy.' (No...
I have something better in mind for him.. And for you.)
Masill wa to scared for the god and the
priest. He didn't hear the silence.. He heard nothing.
'Dru hrisstu drir morga friï roem drissbreei ká maliy. Cru gruss bluk drir...
gremp griká drir zwart morga.. Maliy driss rás doed drais...' (go
through this portal and fame will come to you. But first push this... Thing into
this black portal.. He will be killed their....)
Two
strong hands picked Masill up and
threw him into the black portal. A scream filled the room for a moment and then
silence as the portal closed.
Masill was warped to
another place called Cy Dragonstake. A dragon would be planted inside him and
Masill would be killed when it was time for the dragon to hatch! And then with
the other dragon of his priest Marquish would be unstoppable!!
Masill didn't know what was happening to him. People weren't brute to him as Marquish's priest had been. He was guided into a circle where other men and women were standing.
