Damiynn
Fantasy Author
I re did this whole thing, this is my first attempt at first person so please look it over
I pushed back the left side of my tweed coat revealing the cross draw rig slung low on my hip. The reversed holster and curved butt end of the pistol gleamed softly, reflecting the street lamps.
Briefly I considered whether I should pull out the large iron but decided against it. I knew the man holed up here.
“Minor,” I called out in a loud friendly sounding voice, "this isn’t worth the fight you’re going to get if you keep this up. Why don’t you just toss out your weapon and surrender.”
Nothing came forth from the ramshackle old farmhouse that had seen better days, a long time ago. Then a heavy clanking followed by a rattle that sounded like someone tripping over a pot bellied stove filled the air.
“Isss that you Marshal Mollon," called out a voice near one of the broken window panes, "Iiis not going anywhere, Iiis did nothing wrong."
I shook my head in exasperation, hearing the slurring words of the drunken man.
"Them men’s, Marshall, they had it coming. They needed someone to shut their mouths, they were speaking bad to the ladies."
I turned, looking back at the two local lawmen, who had asked me to accompany them, and said jovially, “He claims he did nothing wrong gentlemen.”
The two locals shook their heads disbelievingly and the older one said, “He killed two of those seven men he claimed he did nothing to Marshall. Then he cut the other four within inches of their lives with a rune blade.”
The second lawman’s eyes glowed hotly and I saw his fingers tighten around the pistol grip of his sidearm. Apparently the two men who had been killed must have been acquaintances of his.
“He also killed a third,” growled the second lawman angrily, “used magic, he did, turned him to ash with an electrical glyph.”
“And all of the witnesses said it was in self defense,” put in the first lawman with a pointed look at his partner that caused him to slowly remove his hand from his sidearm.
“One says you did, Minor, one says you didn’t. Why don’t you let me come up there and we’ll talk about it, gentlemanly like.”
“Iiis don’t know Jamiah, I mean Marshall..”
I turned to the one lawman closest to me, “You said you had witnesses?”
“Yes, Marshall, they all said he did no wrong and was provoked.”
Turning back to the ramshackle house I shouted, “I believe we should, Minor. I need to hear your side. One officer down here believes the witnesses. I want to be able to convince the second, before he shoots you or puts you in front of a magical killing squad. I’m coming up.”
“Marshall, I don’t know if that’s a good idea”
Ignoring the comment, and the stares from the two locals, I started up the walk. As I reached the porch I felt them. Several strong wards flared to life. Power emanated from them and would have repelled me, or at least knocked me back onto the sidewalk if they could have touched me. A silver ripple of light flashed from the five pointed Marshall’s star on my chest and like oil sliding over water, the wards magic passed around me but did’nt touch me.
The power flowing from the wards and their strength was a testament to Minor’s past life. A life before he had fallen apart and had become what he was now.
Not sure what kind of glyphs Minor might have drawn on the door, and being that glyphs were stronger than wards, I gathered my will and sent out a faint trickle of power. As the magic began tracing the door, several white hot lights burst to life on the surface. I saw one for fire and another for electricity, then they faded away.
I opened the door and carefully stepped inside.
I pushed back the left side of my tweed coat revealing the cross draw rig slung low on my hip. The reversed holster and curved butt end of the pistol gleamed softly, reflecting the street lamps.
Briefly I considered whether I should pull out the large iron but decided against it. I knew the man holed up here.
“Minor,” I called out in a loud friendly sounding voice, "this isn’t worth the fight you’re going to get if you keep this up. Why don’t you just toss out your weapon and surrender.”
Nothing came forth from the ramshackle old farmhouse that had seen better days, a long time ago. Then a heavy clanking followed by a rattle that sounded like someone tripping over a pot bellied stove filled the air.
“Isss that you Marshal Mollon," called out a voice near one of the broken window panes, "Iiis not going anywhere, Iiis did nothing wrong."
I shook my head in exasperation, hearing the slurring words of the drunken man.
"Them men’s, Marshall, they had it coming. They needed someone to shut their mouths, they were speaking bad to the ladies."
I turned, looking back at the two local lawmen, who had asked me to accompany them, and said jovially, “He claims he did nothing wrong gentlemen.”
The two locals shook their heads disbelievingly and the older one said, “He killed two of those seven men he claimed he did nothing to Marshall. Then he cut the other four within inches of their lives with a rune blade.”
The second lawman’s eyes glowed hotly and I saw his fingers tighten around the pistol grip of his sidearm. Apparently the two men who had been killed must have been acquaintances of his.
“He also killed a third,” growled the second lawman angrily, “used magic, he did, turned him to ash with an electrical glyph.”
“And all of the witnesses said it was in self defense,” put in the first lawman with a pointed look at his partner that caused him to slowly remove his hand from his sidearm.
“One says you did, Minor, one says you didn’t. Why don’t you let me come up there and we’ll talk about it, gentlemanly like.”
“Iiis don’t know Jamiah, I mean Marshall..”
I turned to the one lawman closest to me, “You said you had witnesses?”
“Yes, Marshall, they all said he did no wrong and was provoked.”
Turning back to the ramshackle house I shouted, “I believe we should, Minor. I need to hear your side. One officer down here believes the witnesses. I want to be able to convince the second, before he shoots you or puts you in front of a magical killing squad. I’m coming up.”
“Marshall, I don’t know if that’s a good idea”
Ignoring the comment, and the stares from the two locals, I started up the walk. As I reached the porch I felt them. Several strong wards flared to life. Power emanated from them and would have repelled me, or at least knocked me back onto the sidewalk if they could have touched me. A silver ripple of light flashed from the five pointed Marshall’s star on my chest and like oil sliding over water, the wards magic passed around me but did’nt touch me.
The power flowing from the wards and their strength was a testament to Minor’s past life. A life before he had fallen apart and had become what he was now.
Not sure what kind of glyphs Minor might have drawn on the door, and being that glyphs were stronger than wards, I gathered my will and sent out a faint trickle of power. As the magic began tracing the door, several white hot lights burst to life on the surface. I saw one for fire and another for electricity, then they faded away.
I opened the door and carefully stepped inside.
