Legend of the Great Warrior, chapter 2

[musclemadness]

[/SIZE][COLOR="Red"]Once again I must thank Ryty for encouraging me to continue writing and Chris Coop for his editing eye. Hope you enjoy this installment. Please feel free to comment, would be cool to hear your thoughts.[/COLOR]

The Legend of the Great Warrior
Chapter 2
Loss

Ryth needed to find some clothes since the only garments he had lay shredded on the floor after his transformation. As he searched around the room he could only find armor and weapons until he stumbled upon a door to an inner sanctuary. He cautiously entered the secret room.

Inside was the familiar white light illuminating the circular room. There were more tapestries of battles that the Great Warriors fought, but somehow they seemed more important. Ryth walked up to each tapestry to study them. He looked around and quickly discovered that each mural was just another chapter of the same battle. “It’s the final battle of the last Great Warrior between Bayard, and Detrekah,” Ryth breathed. He stood there in awe. Who created these fine weavings? Near the back of the room stood a stone pedestal and on it he found a leather-bound book. The cover read, “The Dragon Lord.” Ryth touched it and curiosity washed over him like a giant wave that crashed on the shore. Unable to control the temptation Ryth began to read the story of the last battle. The tapestries only touched the surface of the deeds performed in that heroic battle. His heart soared but that story did not solve his immediate problem. Clothing.

Behind and to the left of the pedestal was a series of square wooden chests. They rather looked like benches and perhaps that was why he didn’t notice them before. Ryth slowly opened one to discover that it contained clothing. He pulled out a red vest with gold trimmings along the neck and sleeve openings. The vest and the other things in that chest looked as if it belonged to a king. Ryth’s heart pounded, “Could it be true, are these Bayard’s garments.” In the third chest under the royal clothing was an ordinary brown leather vest and trousers. With great excitement Ryth got dressed in Bayard’s clothes. In one of the other wooden chests he found some fine leather boots. He returned the red vest and closed all of the chests. Feeling compelled to learn more about “The Dragon Lord,” Ryth placed the leather bound book in a pouch on his belt and began to leave.

He stood in the outer cave wondering if he needed to take some of the armor. He somehow knew that he only had to take his bow, arrows, and a sword. He pulled the great stone doors shut and stood for a moment to try and comprehend what had just happened to him. Ryth stood at the mouth of the cave, and he instantly knew where his destiny lay but he also knew he had to get back to his family or they would start to worry.

It was late in the afternoon when he reached his home. Richard and Travis were working in the fields when Travis noticed him first. “RYTH!” he called. Ryth responded to his brother’s call by waving his muscular arm. Ryth reached his father and brother and found them both staring at him in disbelief.

“Ryth, what the hell happened to you?” said Travis as he was mesmerized by his brother’s astoundingly muscular body.

Richard instantly knew what had happened. “Travis, go check on the chickens,” Richard urgently said.

“But father…”

Cutting his son off, “Go!” he demanded.

“Come with me Ryth,” His father said. They reached the spot by the water that only they shared.

“Father, do you know what is happening to me?” Ryth began.

“Yes son, I do. This is part of your ancestral heritage. You, my son, are the Great warrior!” Richard said with pride.

“How?” Was the only word Ryth could mutter before the screams echoed from the village. Both men raced back past the farm and to the village to see what had happened.

When they reached the village they found Detrekah’s army pilfering the homes of anything of value. They were here on their monthly duty to collect the taxes. Detrekah had invoked a raise in taxes however most couldn’t afford the tax that was already in place. In response to the villagers’ inability to pay their share, they began to pillage and burn houses, steal women and beat the men. Instinctually Ryth grabbed for his sword, but Richard stopped him. “No son, we must get back to the farm. There is little time; you must listen to me.” Reluctantly, Ryth started back to the farm with his father.

Ryth ran with ease. His muscular body adapted to the physical strength that was needed to sprint back to the farm. His leg muscles displayed the power with every step he ran. Unable to keep up, “Go on make sure your mother and brother are safe!” Richard yelled. Ignoring his father, Ryth backtracked and hoisted his father up over his shoulder like a rag doll. Ryth ran home with his father over his shoulder at full speed. Ryth was not even breathing hard.

When they reached their home he put his father down to the ground. “Good, they haven’t come here yet,” Ryth said. They urgently entered their home and Richard began desperately scrambling to find something. “What are you looking for?” Ryth asked. Lost in his thoughts, Richard didn’t respond. After just a few short moments, his father put his hands on what he was looking for.

“Here you must take this.” Richard said as he shoved a small leather bound journal to his son. They heard voices in the near distance as Ryth hastily added the book to the pouch on his belt.

“They’re coming! Gather your things, get your mother and brother we must make a run for it.” Ryth’s father said.

“I’ll meet you at the barn,” Ryth replied and dashed out the door.

In a few seconds Ryth gathered a few provisions, his mother, and brother. They started down the road around the bend out of sight of the troops and they were waving their father to hurry. Suddenly, five of Detrekah’s men charged out of nowhere, grabbed Richard and smashed him down to the ground. “NOOOOO!” Richard yelled. Their muscular torsos were covered with dirt as these burly men pinned Ryth’s struggling father to the ground. The harder Richard struggled to get up, the angrier the men became. The men were strong and Richard was no match for even one of them. As an example of what resistance brought they lifted his head and cut his throat while his family watched in horror.

In a blazing rage, Ryth grabbed his sword and charged at the men. The first soldier swings a deadly blow toward Ryth’s head but with one agile move, Ryth blocked his sword throwing the solider to the ground. Ryth only saw fury when he drove the tip of the sword into the screaming soldier’s chest.

The second man was as big as a grizzly bear. His massively muscled body was covered with a thick coat of hair. He came rushing in but Ryth was too quick for him. He instantly stood while reaching out to seize the man’s throat in a death grip. His strength and power was too great for the soldier, who knew he soon would be dead. Ryth bore down with his full strength and lifted the man off the ground. Dropping his sword, the soldier grabbed Ryth’s forearm. Even with two hands the man couldn’t wrap his hands around the colossal forearm. Ryth’s 30 inch bicep strained as he held the man in the air. The tighter he squeezed the man’s throat the harder his bicep flexed. The veins rippled across his arm as he lifted the man even higher. With a quick thrust, Ryth drove the blade up through the man’s gullet. Holding him in the death grip, the man twitched, and Ryth dropped him to the dirt.

“HELP!” his mother screamed. Ryth turned around to find his mother and brother held hostage by two of the five men. “Behind you,” Travis shouted. Instinctually, Ryth could sense the last man charging him. Ryth dropped to his knee and holding the sword beneath his arm struck the charging bull dead in the heart while keeping a deadly glare at the two men who held his family.

“Stop! Or we will kill them like we did your father.” The soldier who held his mother spoke.

Ryth’s rage turned to fear for their safety, “Let them go,” he demanded.

The two men laughed and pull a black pouch from their sides. With a quick flick of the wrist, Detrekah’s men disappeared into thin air taking his mother and brother with them.

“What dark magic is this?” Ryth’s sword dropped as he fell to his knees in defeat.

[trekka]

Your writing is fantastic, and the story supreme! Bring on more this tower of might's story must be told !

[Shade]

Keep it going mate. Looking forward to reading more.