Early morning eagerness and a heavy mind
the night before found Sabyn wondering around in the early hours.
He finally found some good in what happened. He got the entire day
off. Then he started dashing down the corridors. Running by people
who wondered what he was doing, and others who were busy themselves
with various preparations or just goofing off. He stopped when he
came in front of two large doors, the library doors. Stepping forward,
he put his hand out to open them. As he threw his weight forward
to push them open, his right arm locked at the elbow. Jumping back
in small pain, he rubbed his elbow and looked at the doors. They
hadn't budged a bit. Sabyn was shocked. Again he put his hand to
the door, and carefully he put pressure on it. The doors just stood
there, as if they were forged to the ground. Sabyn took a few steps
back in disbelief.
"It's locked" Sabyn twirled around to see a young monk
standing there. "They don't want any of the T'Forgde wondering
in there, so they locked it up." The monk turned to go back
to his duties. Sabyn could feel his jaw drop, but he didn't have
the strength to pick it back up. He just stood there agape, looking
at the cold wood doors. Dropping his head to look at the ground,
a hand appeared on his shoulder.
"You're always here." Sabyn slowly turned around to see
his master standing there. "I know what you're going to say.
They did what they had to, you of all people can't argue about the
logic. This way there won't be any T'Fordgde messing up order in
here. Go back to bed and get some more sleep, your going to need
all the energy you can later." His master smiled, "Nothing
to do around here anyway."
Sabyn couldn't speak, just slowly nodded acknowledgment and turned,
shuffling back the way he came to the sleeping area again.
Sabyn lay there with his eyes closed. He didn't know how long it
had been since he fell asleep again that day. But he did know he
was woken up by the sound of loud thumping coming from all over
the room. Rather then looking, he just told himself that someone
was moving stuff around, they did it a lot. All of a sudden something
fell beside him, making a loud crash that rung in his ears. Startled
by this, his eyes shot open to see a sword coming directly down
at him. Quickly he rolled out of the way as the sword struck the
wood floor. Confused and dazed, he looked back at his bed.
A soldier was pulling his sword out from the splinters that used
to be the floor. Then he saw what had made the sound, a dead body.
A monk just lay there, cut open in many places. Blood was pouring
out, pooling up underneath him. Sabyn went to get up, and before
he knew it the sword was thrusting towards him. With haste he spun
around the side of the blade and thrust his own palm straight into
the soldier's nose, snapping the bone straight into his skull. The
body fell back, blood pouring out of the nostrils. Sabyn looked
around; no one else was there. Bodies of both monks and soldiers
were scattered all over the ground. Swiftly he darted for the door,
almost slipping in the puddles of blood as his feet turned a dark
Stepping out into the corridor, he saw blood splashed all over
the walls, the stench of the dead already starting to saturate the
long passageway. About to faint, he fought it off and continued
down the hall. He wasn't use to this much death. The monastery was
always kept clean, and wounds were bandaged right away. Now all
he could see was red, and the smell didn't help either. Running
past the library, he stopped. Turning, he looked back at the giant
doors. The library was open.
Jumping to the side of the hall, he pressed his body against the
wall and slowly crept towards the entrance. Peeking around the corner
he saw a soldier with a torch burning the books, his back to the
door. Sabyn's anger flared inside him as he quietly entered the
heat of the room, slowly approaching the guard. When he got close
enough, swiftly Sabyn swept the soldier's legs out from under him.
Gripping the torch, he pressed it up to the soldier's face. Ear
shattering shrieks of pain echoed through the fiery room, the soldier
desperately trying to push the torch away from him.
Sabyn held on, the soldier's skin starting to bubble and melt,
turning to charcoal in areas that went up in flame. Blood sputtered
and hissed. Getting back to his feet, Sabyn turned just in time
to see another guard appear in the doorway. He threw the torch at
him, then started running straight at him. The guard positioned
himself, gripping his sword. Then all of a sudden, at the very last
second, Sabyn slid towards the guard's leg, hooking one of his feet
around the guard's ankle. Speedily he kicked his other foot into
the guard's knee, a loud crack echoed in the room as the leg snapped
in half. In extreme pain, the guard fell on his back. Sabyn quickly
got up and stood over the guard. Then swiftly, Sabyn's brought his
hand down with all the strength he could, landing it on the center
of the guard's chest, forcing his last breath from him. The guard's
body went limp, as blood flowed freely from his mouth.
Walking out of the library, a sword suddenly started swinging towards
Sabyn. Attempting to dodge it, he fell backward, but wasn't quite
fast enough as the sword clipped his left shoulder, leaving a hole
where it had hit. Blood flowed down Sabyn's arm as he try to right
himself. Looking up, he realized the guard had been hiding to the
side of the door. Then he noticed the guard's sword was wedged deep
in the library door. The guard gave up on freeing his sword and
back up to the other side of the hall. Sabyn got up and started
walking towards him. All of a sudden, pain rushed through Sabyn's
Looking down he saw an arrow sticking out of it. Looking a bit
down the hall, he saw an archer standing there grinning. Snapping
the arrow in half, he started running at the archer, ignoring the
pain he felt. The archer quickly tried to draw another arrow, but
before he had the chance Sabyn leapt at him, his foot connecting
solidly with the side of the archer's head. The power of the blow
knocked the archer off his feet, head first into the wall. Blood
splattered everywhere as the archer's cranium cracked open with
the force of the collision.
Falling to the ground in pain, Sabyn looked over at the guard.
He just stood there, frozen with fear. Shakily, Sabyn picked up
the bow and drew an arrow. Steadying himself for a second, he took
aim and let the arrow fly straight at the guard. It's flight was
true as the metal tip of the arrow hit the guard's neck just below
the adam's apple, penetrating through the skin. The smooth shaft
gliding through the inside of his neck as the tip poked out the
back, then stopped. Coughing up blood, the guard stood there trying
to breathe. Crimson liquid trickled out his mouth and through the
hole in his neck. Then the body fell, lifeless. Sabyn just sat there
for a sec, catching his breath and trying to cope with the rush
of pain he was experiencing.
Gradually, he made his way over to the guard. Ripping off a piece
of the guard's cloth, he tied it around his arm over the wound.
Wincing as he stood, he started walking a few doors down to the
greeting hall. Stumbling and without energy, he made it. Peeking
inside, he saw many dead monks lying on the ground, soaked in their
own blood. Carefully he made his way to a bare spot on the floor.
Exhaling deeply as he lay down, he rested his head on the floor,
closed his eyes, and let his world fade away.