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The Cleric and the Thief (Scene 1)
A Fantasy Serial Story — Scene One: “The Holdup”
Author’s Note: The following is a serial fantasy story. I will be releasing this story scene by scene. I hope you enjoy it. And I welcome any suggestions or edits in the comments.
They crouched in the shadows of the great oaks and beeches, huge green pillars reaching out of the earth and into the sky, stretching their branches to touch one another in an almost solid canopy. The opulent carriage stopped on the path just below them.
The carriage horse neighed and pranced nervously as the driver pulled on the reins, his attention focused on the woman lying motionless in the middle of the road.
The shadowy figures cloaked in hoods and ragged cloaks slowly stood from their crouched positions and spread out, surrounding their target. One of them stepped forward, and the hiss of a drawn blade rang through the air. “Halt!” he called. “Drop your weapons or meet your Maker!”
The woman who had been lying on the road slowly rose to her feet, her weathered face illuminated by the blazing sun. A straight nose and thick black eyebrows over piercing blue eyes were her most striking features. She had a short black braid of hair, glowing with vitality as it snaked down her back.
