| To put it simply, the man was nervous. They all were. They all felt it, all at once. And they all had the same worries. He ran his hand through his red hair, and gripped the hilt of his sword. It made him feel stronger, like he was safe, even though they all knew that they weren't, because they all knew someone was coming.
He wanted to leave. He wanted to run away and never return. And it took alot to scare a soldier like that. Especially this one particular soldier. He could feel it- more than anyone else. The ability to sense was in his blood, so to speak. He was literally created with it.
Ronan the Hunter was not the average soldier. He wasn't exactly even a soldier. He was chosen- created by the Mages of the White Valley to fight off the evil that they felt was coming. Given the ability to sense what was near, and what was to come, he went where he felt he was needed. And that's where he was right now.
Tricking his way in, making himself look as if he were a simple soldier, he waited for them to arrive. |