Realm Raiders – Chapter One

Of all the shitty cities in this shitty country, filled with shitty stupid morons, the nearest Roseline just had to reside in Ordshaw. It turns out, all the bullshit my parents fed me about legends of battling Vouring, were true and we, the descendants of ancient heroes had a destiny to fulfil. To add to my growing list of troubles, I had to keep Yas the human flashlight, and Nicky the so-called necromancer, alive. Herding drunken ferrets would’ve been an easier task.
‘Are we there yet?’ Nicky said fiddling with the ridiculous rubber duck mascot she brought everywhere. ‘My feet hurt. You never said there’d be this much walking, Damon.’
‘Put that thing away,’ I said, shaking my head.
Nicky held up her rubber duck and pouted. ‘His name is Bill. Bill the rubber duck.’
‘Can we stop for a kebab?’ Yas asked, eyes lighting up at the prospect. ‘My treat!’
I rubbed my temples at recalling the countless hours I spent with these morons as children, along with the rest of the malcontents. It was as if the only true power they’d harnessed with Vouring rising was to become more annoying. At least I brought value to the table. As a Pathfinder, I could open portals between worlds and track anything and anyone. Right now, we needed the Roseline portal to transport us to a nexus world to fulfil our mission. My power-infused instinct flared to life.
‘Will you two idiots shut the fuck up?’ I hissed and glanced behind me. ‘We’re being followed.’
I pushed Tweedle-Dumb and Tweedle-Fuck-Face down the nearest alley, halted, and drew my gun. After checking the magazine, I chambered a round, flicked off the safety and edged along the wall. We’d received warning that someone might try and stop us reaching the Roseline. As part of our mission to prevent Vouring’s resurrection, we needed to fulfil our part of the prophecy and retrieve gold from a verdant glade. Whatever the fuck that meant.
Two men, dressed in long black trench coats, switched from a leisurely pace into a full-blown jog. Guns tucked into their belts, eyes darting from left to right, seeking us out. I didn’t have time for this shit. Not with the most ineffective human beings on the planet in tow.
‘This way,’ I said, pointing down the alley. ‘Move quick. I’ll pull up the rear.’
‘Sounds like something my ex would say,’ Nicky said with a smirk.
‘So, we’re agreed on kebabs?’ Yas said.
‘Will you two stop babbling like deranged maniacs and fucking move!?’
For once, they listened. Weaving around the rubbish-strewn ground, they raced down the alley while I herded them onwards. I peeked back and spied the pursing goons pause, then change course to pursue us. They broke into a sprint, pistols in hand, no longer concealing the façade. 
Bullets ripped out and barely missed Yas. I pushed the women around the corner, aimed and fired three times. The goons hugged the walls and shot back. With only twelve rounds left, this gun fight wasn’t going to last long. I needed to lure them close. Even up the odds a little.
‘You two, over there,’ I said, pointing at an overflowing dumpster. ‘Stay out of sight. If anything happens to me, run like hell, and don’t look back.’
Nicky and Yas opened their mouths. One angry glare silenced them, and they did as commanded. I slipped my gun into my belt, pressed myself up against the wall and waited for the men. Their footsteps slapping against the grimy concrete echoed louder. Breathing deep, I tensed, and readied to strike. 

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