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Date Posted: 11:11:39 09/28/01 Fri
Author: Leigh
Subject: Anikitos: Chapter 2/a
In reply to: Leigh 's message, "Anikitos: Chapter 1" on 01:35:52 09/28/01 Fri

2.

The remnant of the combined Thracian and Emulonian armies rode vigorously through the night to reach the town of Procyon that was just inside the Emulonian border. Their leader, a tall man dressed in leather armor would not let the exhausted troops rest until he was certain they were out of the Gorgon Valley. The raid upon Pontus had been successful but not without its cost. He'd lost over half of his men in the battle, most of them as a result of the Vatian's arrows. The women warriors were ruthless in their aim, firing for the necks and faces of his men with deadly accuracy. But once they'd rammed the gates of the city open, the tide began to turn in their favor and there had been little the Vatians could do to stop the invasion.

As the morning sun rose, the man, his green eyes unsmiling, looked upon the horizon. Procyon was in sight. At the gates he could see several hundred riders and the banner of the King of Emulon. The man swung his horse to the side of the road and let the others pass before him. He could see in their faces the elation of victory that simmered within his own chest.

One of the passing soldiers held up his sword in salute. From it's tip dangled a patch of human scalp and strands of long dark hair. Waving his grisly trophy in the air, he called out in a loud voice, "Hail Micah, Prince of Thrace!" Soon the morning air was rent with the cheering voices as the others soldiers joined in.

Micah allowed the small measure of celebration before he turned his warhorse and galloped to the front of the troops again. The wind whipped the hood of the brown traveling cloak he wore back to reveal a lean unshaven face. His hair reached past his shoulders and he wore no jewelry or insignia to indicate his rank.

He was tall like his father and had his mother's auburn hair. At twenty-six, he was one of the youngest of the reigning Thracian Princes. Not withstanding that, Micah had already established a reputation as being one of the most cunning and, certainly, deadliest of the Thracian rulers. So much so that, secretly, he was called death's messenger, or the dark prince.




((Note from Leigh: Sorry about the short chapters. RL is such that I'm usually only ablt to work on a few paragraphs at a time. I'm posting the Gemstone and Holiday rewrites simultaneously so that when I get sick of one, I switch to the other. Thanks for sticking with me and for your patience. You'll notice in Anikitos I'm changing Micah's backstory a little. Aloha.))

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