1 In the beginning

The old man with fair white hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward his destination. He was putting on a grey cloak which was caked in dust, and held in his right hand was also a grey staff and inscribed on its head was 'k'. Though, there was sign of exhaustion on him but he was struggling hard to get to his destination on time. All round him the long scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat. He was clambering heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of red and yellow, flashed upwards with a witch like cry; and this cry was echoed by another. The old man seemed to be getting tired but in lieu of gaining back his strength, he decided not to waste any of his time, so, he kept on walking even though he was hobbling. As he moved on, he felt something unpleasant, he felt someone watching him from behind. He began to sweat, sweat of fear. He knew he was too weak to be engaged in any fight at the moment, so, he decided not to let his guard down.

Not long after he took some few steps forward, he felt something very fast passed his back. He became overwhelmed with fear and stopped moving. Although, he had stopped moving, he kept his eyes all around the wood. Again, he felt the same thing passed his front, but now, he had his staff well poised as he took two steps backward.

Suddenly, a huge man jumped down behind the old man, he jumped down from a big tree behind him. He was putting on a black leather armor and a black hood. There were scars of different sizes on his face and he had different sets of tooth. Held in his hands were sharpened scimitars. Startled by his sudden appearance, the old man jumped backward with his staff pointing at him.

" hey you!!! Where do you think you're going?" the huge man asked as he beamed, revealing his golden teeth.

The old man furrowed his eyebrow as he stood with caution.

" who the heck are you and what do you want with where am going?" the old man asked.

" I am Mila and am here to end your mission" replied Mila.

"You don't know who you are up against, do you?" the old man replied. Mila grinned as he took few steps toward the old man while swinging the scimitars held in his hands.

" Of course I do, Graford the great wizard' Mila replied. The old man was shocked by how he knew his name.

"Well, since you know me that much, am sure you're aware you can't take me on by yourself. Get ready for your voyage to the next life" Graford replied. Even though he did act bravely, he knew he couldn't take on Mila at the moment, he had sensed something strange ever since he appeared.

" Of course not, I am fully aware of how strong you are, so, I brought few friends to make it lively" said Mila . Graford knitted his eye brows as he noticed the presence of some figures. He looked behind him and saw that some men had appeared behind him. He turned to his front and saw that he had been surrounded by more men. The men were putting on brown leather armor and at their waists were sheaths which had in them swords. They were all holding daggers and there were no expressions on them. Graford felt uneasy and sensed danger all around him. He thought of many things he could do but there were two options left for him, "either he fights his way through or he gets killed".

Ha!!

Suddenly, one of the men charged at him, he aimed for his chest as he yelled.

Clang!

Fortunately for Graford, he blocked the dagger with his staff and kicked him so hard in his scrotum sack, then hit him in his head with his staff. The man cried very hard then died instantly. After seeing what he had done, more men charged at him with their daggers pointed towards him. Graford suddenly gripped his staff tightly and waited for them to come at him.

Boom!

He suddenly dropped a smoke bomb and disappeared away from the scene. The men stopped and tried to look for where he had gone but Mila who had been watching them the whole time yelled at them and ordered them to look for him everywhere. Mila hid his scimitars in the sheaths hung around his waist and raised up his left hand. Some other figures appeared from the shadows in the wood, they were putting on hoods and green robes. They had hidden themselves in the bush, waiting for the right time to give Graford a surprise attack but unfortunately for them, he had escaped. Another men appeared but they were different from those in green robes. They were also putting on hoods but on them were grey robes. There were quivers of arrow hung at their back and longbows in their hands which made them archers. Mila then looked at the men in green robes and nodded his head. The men in green robes then disappeared into thin air. Mila also then moved away with the ones in grey robes.

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An old man with fair white hair was seen breathing heavily as he kept on hobbling, it was Graford. His cloak had torn in several places, and there were cuts all around his skin. His white hair had mixed with leaves and creepers from the smashed bush. His legs hurt as he walked, he got too tired to walk but he wasn't sure if he was still being pursued, hence, he continued. He wasn't that strong to hold his staff, so, he wrapped it with a piece of cloth, tied it to a leather rope and then backed it. He would have been dead if he hadn't used the smoke bomb as a means of escaping.

After walking for sometime, he got to a stream where he thought of resting. He moved forward and looked for somewhere to sit. After looking for some minutes, he eventually saw a big rock and sat on it.