Prolouge
Emperor, give me strength, thought the Vauran, a lone imperial guardsman, as he lay in the middle room, the shadows looked like nightmares straight out of the scary stories he was told as a child. He tried to move his hands but his hands would not move more than a few inches, they were chained to the wall. If I ever make it out of this, I will devote my every waking hour to the will of the Holy Emperor, he thought in desperation as he tried to move his feet and found out that they were chained too. After struggling for several minutes with no avail he gave up and just lay there trying to remember how he ended up in the room. As he tried to sort through his jumbled memory of the past several days he became aware of a distant sound.
Click…
Click…
Click…
Click…
The sounds were footsteps! Vauran’s hopes returned and he almost instantly yelled, “Who is there?! Where am I?! Please, for Emperor’s sake, let me out of the hellhole!”
Clank…
Clank…
Clank…
Clank…
The footsteps grew louder and more frequent as if whatever it was started to run towards Vauran’s cell. About two minutes later light flooded into the previously dark cell. Vauran was blinded but he was able to make out two figures behind the light, they looked human.
“Emperor damn it! This one is awake!” screamed a voice, most likely one of the figures in the light.
“Calm down, Farren! We will just follow orders and shoot the b*****d,” said another calmer and deeper voice. Vauran felt coolness shoot down his spine but he was to terrified to say anything.
“I can’t do it sarge! He is one of our own.”
“Pull yourself together! This b*****d doesn’t even deserve a slow death. If I must, I will do the deed,” said the voice as one of the figures raised an object.
BANG!
Suddenly Vauran felt a blinding pain shoot through his body and a few minutes of agonizing pain later everything went completely dark.
