Story Of Silva Part 1

This the first Flash Segment of my first story published here on The Fiction Side Of Things. It's a small Fantasy piece that aims to tell about the journey of two people, in a land with mystery and magic. Enjoy! And feel free to comment below!

The Story Of Silva – Part 1

He had been traveling for quite some time now. It had only been him and his horse for this long, and now he stood here, on the muddy road, surrounded by bandits. Marduke was good with a sword, even one of the best in the kingdom, but not even he could stand a chance, alone against 10 well armed thieves. They wore simple leather clothing but they had both daggers and arrows aimed at him.

“Give us all of your belongings, and you might just live another day mate,” he said with a fierce voice.

“And what if I don't?”

As soon as Marduke had given his response the bandit leader charged at him, plunging a dagger into his gut. The sharp weapon went deep fast and he writhed in pain and fell to the ground. It was a shame that the dagger had gone through one of the few week spots that his sturdy armor possessed, and that he could not fight back against these many, cause had he drawn his sword, arrows would have pierced him from at least two sides. At once the thieves started to plunder the backpacks that were strapped on to his great war horse. But as they did, one of them suddenly fell to the ground. The thieves all jumped back in surprise and the one who acted as a leader, went to the fallen body and kicked him to confirm that he was dead.

“Who's there!,” he shouted with a trembling voice.

As he tried to locate their new enemy, a streak of darkness started dancing in against them, and the only one who had seen it yet was Marduke as he held pressure against his gushing wound. When it reached one of the bandits, it seemed to take a swirl around him, dancing to the next, not even making a noise. The previous bandit that it had visited, fell to the ground and before anyone had been able to react, all except for the leader had fallen to the mud. As the darkness stopped in front of the panicked bandit leader, it took form to the normal eye. It was a woman with a cowl over her head, and a dark slim outfit leaving next to no skin exposed. A hint of silver hair could be spotted sticking out of the cowl, but attention was drawn to what was in her hands. In them she held two weapons that looked like a couple of crooked daggers, it was nothing like Marduke had seen before.

“A girl?! We were bested by a girl?! That's it, I will cut you up now!”
“Feel free to try scum.”

The girls voice made the bandits threat feel empty. At this point the bandit rushed towards the girl trying to swipe her with his dagger, but just when his strike was about to hit her, a dark smoke surrounded her and his weapon went right through the girl that stood in front of him. It was at this point that Marduke got an idea of who this girl was. It had been talked about a secret society of individuals that specialized in assassinations and devious affairs in general. Supposedly they would kill anyone who saw them fight to hide their weaknesses, and that's why no one really knew if they existed or not. “What a sight to die with,” he thought for himself. The girl now made one small dance-like pirouette, which resulted in both her daggers cutting through the former bandit leader.

As Marduke saw him fall the ground, he himself could not manage to even sit on his knees anymore. He fell headfirst into the muddy ground, slowly loosing consciousness.

The girl picked him up and put him on his horse. Without any hesitation she mounted his trusty steed and went south.

To be continued....