Beastblood

Authors note: I am writing to get a 9 or higher in word choice and conclusion.

Key:
Markof (Mark-Ov) The main Character.
Athmesa (a-th-me-sa) The name of the city.
Armena (Are-mean-a) One of the most powerful gods to this city.


“Aye, did you see that dragon there?”

“Yeah, I thought that we’d be dead for sure.”

“Here, let me take those brass cuffs off.”

“Thank you, now we need to get out of here before it finds us.”

“Here, take this sword, I don’t need it anymore, the way I see it I’m old and your young, you have more use of it than I do. Seeing how we barely made it out alive I don’t think I have much more life in me.”

“Really, did you make it yourself?”

“No, my father did, though I have no idea what your name is, I have faith in you, I can tell that you are a person that doesn’t stop at anything until he accomplishes what he needs. I see that you are a warrior, a fighter, a patriot; here in Althmesa most people have no hope, until you. You have beastblood.”

“What is that?”

“It means that when you kill or attack something that pretty much anybody would die from, such as a dragon, ware wolf, woolly mammoth, or anything in that arrangement, you can kill it and when you do you take its blood without trying which makes you a better warrior and makes you even more special to others of Athmesa.”

“So, what you mean is that… I’m possessed?”

“Not necessarily, it means that you have a gift. Only certain people in Althmesa can do such.”

“Okay. Does it do anything special?”

“Oh yes, it will make you do what you want when you want. But beware, use it too much in a day and you won’t be the only person that will die.”

“Well, how much is too much?”

“That is something that I don’t know, I’m still here aren’t I, I warn you, try not to use it more than 4 times a day, that is the most I have and I am still hear, thank Armena”

Markof always thought that he was just a normal warrior. But for little did he know he was possessed in a good way. Or at least that is what the old man said. Markof was a middle age mad that was a member of the Archers Club, the Archers Club is where warriors from all over Athmesa go to become a Archer. Markof was one of the best that Athmesa has ever seen, he holds the longest bulls-eye from ½ a mile. He has more game kills than anybody has ever seen and he has now found that he is possessed.

Markof thinks that the old man was making this up but then he thought, Why did I take that dragons blood, I didn’t try to, I couldn’t stop what I was doing, I don’t understand why I would want its blood though?

“Ha, I forgot to tell you, when you’re a beastblood you can read peoples mind on command. Oh, and you took the dragons blood because you are have the possession of beastblood.” explained the old man.

“Do you really think that I believe you, I’m supposed to believe an old man that I just broke out of prison with and killed a dragon with?” replied Markof

“Well I would think so.” said the old man.

“Well I think I will just ask somebody that I can actually trust.” said Markof.

“If I was lieing to you would I have given you my sword, would I have gotten the cuffs off of you, would I have helped you out of prison, and would I have helped you kill that dragon?” asked the old man.

How can I be sure that he isn’t lying or if he is telling the truth. thought Markof.

“But why would I believe something so weird as taking the beast’s blood after I killed it.” said Markof.

“Why wouldn’t you believe that, you did it didn’t you.” replied the old man.

“I don’t know.” said Markof

As they contributed their thoughts about this they noticed that there was something creeping up behind them.

“What was that?” said Markof.

“What was wha…” said the old man as he was ripped to shreds by a warewolf. His limbs flying like birds take off when somebody scares them, his blood pouring out of his wound as if he was a little red waterfall.

As Markof stood in awe as the old man was ripped to shreds he heard a hared of Mammoths coming for him and he heard the roar of a dragon coming from behind. It sounded as if he was going into a carnival back in the 1800’s when there were murderous games that were played. The loud noises got Markof nervous.

There he stands in the middle of a warewolf, twelve Mammoths and four dragons. Markof knew that he couldn’t do this. As the beasts came closer and closer, Markof slowly grabbed his sword off his back and stood in the middle waiting for one to make the first move. The dragon, the biggest beast there, started to creep forward, Markof slowly got a good grip on his sword. He lifted it about flush with his ear, he had his elbows locked for more strength. The dragon blew his fire as he was puking at Markof, Markof didn’t move a muscle. When the dragon finished his fire, Markof was scorched.

Right when the fire stopped every beast started to move forward, Markof knew this was going to happen so he dropped his sword and stood waiting to die. As the brutal battle started Markof stood calmly as they ripped, slashed, burned and eaten him alive. Markof knew this Beastblood mishap was a myth, he didn’t want to live a lie, so he took the sacrifice to die and not live his lie that he got from an old man that he met in prison.