Bloodlines
Act I Chapter III
Lucifen wakes himself from a strange yet terrifying nightmare. The moment he pries his eyes open, the shining rays of the sun forces him to shield his fragile eyes with his arm. As his eyes adjust enough for him to gain a sense of his surroundings, he finds himself stranded on an idle wagon out on a road.
Fortunately, unlike the previous roads where they would be gaped by large forests, this one has fields of grass on both sides. Still being in a location where he doesn't recognize, he turns his head to see the owner of the wagon. To his surprise, the owner and his transport, either a horse or another animal, are nowhere to be found.
Trying to rub his headache away, he pushes himself off the wagon, knocking a few barrels off of it. His legs almost give way when they reach the ground as he is given a grim reminder of his hunger. If it wasn't for his dried mouth, he would've given a remark of his unfortunate condition.
After taking a decent look around, Lucifen came up with the conclusion of he doesn't know where he is or what to do. As he collects his thoughts and tries to remember anything that has happened in the past couple of days, his hunger and pain distract him from obtaining any of those thoughts.
Before his next decision could be made, a thunderous clap of hooves trembles the ground underneath him as a wave of horsemen dressed in black emerge from one end of the road.
Lucifen, immobilized from his condition and not fast enough in general to outrun a horse, panics at the appearance of the unknown party. Reaching for his weapon, he finds nothing but air. Who ever put him on that wagon dispatched him of his weapons.
Having no other alternative, Lucifen raised his arms behind his head. His only option is to stand trail to the judgment of strangers. Strangers who have their weapons pointed at him as they charge towards him.
