Chapter 5-Who are you

Drake stood atop a hill overlooking the tree line and his eyes loomed out on the horizon he stood there towering that the Forrest below him and the wild animals darting through the bushes without care. A city sat about 900 meters away from him.and it's been 8 years since he's seen it.

Draka's hair now thick blond and signs of rolled dreads and bands are woven in it, The 18-year-old stood staring at the city below him with a vicious hunger in his eye's and an unquenched sadness. His beard had grown and the ended was twisted and wrapped by leather bands.

His body now bulky and sculpted for killing he was far from the whelp that left those years ago chiseled muscle and sculpted abbs peaked out from his coat, A one-handed war ax laid dug into the earth by his feet with thick black leather wrappings from the tip of the shaft all the way down the handle and to its end.

The path he and his master took leaving this place 8 years ago now gone made him hate this place but seekers of Secretes like Shaman's loved this place but Shaman Warriors were the opposite wherever Shaman warriors go death and destruction followed and people loved and feared them for it.

It took drake half a day to reach the gates of the city and just before he stepped in front of the sights of guards on the city wall he looked over to the hill with the hut of his master looking still untouched so he ventured up it.

Shouting and the smell of ale rolled off the hill hitting draka in the face and so he stopped, He dropped his bag and tighten the grip of his ax and sped up his pace, as he reached the top of the hill a cold sight hit him,6 men roamed around laughing and drinking, one of them looked younger than him but he was the most excited one.

Draka stood there in the diming dark of the night and not one noticed him until the moonlight illuminated his eye's a red luster shown and they all jolted their head around after sensing his presence, everything paused and everyone reached for there laid weapons.

The one that stepped forward who looked like the leader held both hands onto his sword and without any word darted forward charging at Draka but he just stood there as the charging leader came within 5 meters of him and his sword and arms where both in the air for an overhead strike, Draka's hand twitched and his ax swiftly came up with a clean swipe as if it was a sword that separated the man's arms and head from his body.

Everyone jumped and before they could move Draka spoke " WHO ARE YOU" The 5 remaining men stood there and stared at the youngest one amongst them with the highest status.

In a short but stammering voice, the youngin spoke up " Cassus son of Yarl Kollton of these lands. Draka's eye's narrowed and they landed on Cassus, Draka lifted his ax and pointed at the body laying on the grown, "Take him and leave, This place doesn't belong to any of you Draka commanded and they all tilted there head down and went over picked up there friend's body and hurried down the hill and to the gate.

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"WHO DID WHAT, WHERE DID HE COME FROM DOES NO ONE KNOW" Kollton shouted as he raised from his seated throne. "Yarl, captain Gin is really is really dead" a response came swiftly after shouted. "This is right before the eastern raids, who would dear kill one of my captains" Kollton thought as he looked out at his warriors. "Find the killer and bring him to me" Kollton calmed his mind and stepped forward waving his hand..

But before anyone could respond the sound of the Hall doors roared open and a towering figure stepped forward and stood in the doorway, He looked up and his voice was clear and without restraint "No need I'm right here" Draka stepped forward and it seemed as if the shadows in the hall kept his face covered as if the light itself was afraid of him.

Kollton whipped his head around and stared at the figure which was slightly hidden in the shadow "Do you know whose warrior you have killed!!" A few of the warriors shouted but Draka paid them no mind and kept staring at the Yarl while he was still hidden in the shadow. Kollton strolled over and with a slight wave of his wrist, he commanded his men to calm down and in close the killer in a trap. "Introduce your self" Kollton's words were short but the threat was clear as day.

A slight chuckle came from the shadow and draka was about to step out of the shadows and into the lights but a fast-approaching of a wooden heel on a slender but slightly aged women appeared as a new guardian. She peered around the room as if she was looking for something or someone then her eye's landed on the half-lit draka.

"Why Wh.., Why do you smell like my brother" the woman replied and draka knew who she was so with a reluctant smile he stepped out into the light. He walked up to kollton and Ingrid and pulled out a bag from his this black coat which once belonged to grindal, He held the bag out towards them while at least 15 swords were pointing at his neck. "I'm here to return teachers things nothing more" The shock in their eyes spoke volumes and their minds ran wild, The only one they knew who call the mad shaman teacher was the skinny half-broken draka.

Kollton stared at the man before him and he soon realize that he was quiet young.

"Draka" He asked out loud.