Hey guys. Here's the start to the next story about Rejik, to whet your apitite. More comming soon.
Rejik.
The sun set like a drop of crimson blood, its colour splashing all over the sky. Alone, a silhouetted figure sat atop a hill, marvelling at the glory. A second figure approached the silent watcher from behind, picking his way carefully up the rocky terrain. After a time he joined the silhouette, his tall, gaunt body small and spindly against the majesty of the sunset. Silence reigned for a time, as the pair sat and watched. After the last rays of the sun had sunk, the newcomer broke the silence. "Krajh, I have something I want to ask you." Krajh merely nodded, and after a moment held up his hand to stall any other comments the younger newcomer could ask.
"Rejik," He started, his deep voice sounding loud next to the post-dusk ambience. "Before the fight, I told you the story of Bjorn and Orik. However, that was only a partial telling of the tale. Let me tell you the complete version."
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