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- Cowden The Avenger
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- By
- James J. Cecil
- <FSVCECIL@EKU.BITNET>
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- Chapter One
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- Cowden sat there behind the boulder which provided him with cover and
- watched the endless caravan traveling long the road to Giden back to their
- strong hold. He sat there and measured up the amount of armed men marching
- along and knew that if he'd attacked now he'd surely either be killed or
- caputred. Then he remembered that the Giden army didn't take prisnors for in
- his memory bruned the time that they had came to his villiage and killed
- everyone in sight.
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- He was only at the age of six then and could recall it as plain as day. As he
- sat there watching them go by in colums of two he remembered chasing after one
- of them from his family's hut who had snatched his mother from within. The
- solider had kicked him away from him when he tryed to come to his mother's aid
- and he saw that solider rip the clothing his mother waswearing off and trow her
- to the ground.
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- Again he tried to beat the soilder away from his mother and this time the
- solider struck him with his short sword hitting him across the chest causing a
- cut that runs from shoulder to shoulder. But this did not keep young Cowden
- down as he got up he threw a rock at the soilder who tehn hit him on top of the
- head with the palmal of the short sword knocking him unconcious.
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- When he awoken he found that his village had been totally destoryed and that he
- was the only one left of his tribe. He found his mother with her throat cut,
- his father had been cut from the groin up to his throat from an charging attck,
- his oldest brother he found somewhat alive and fading fast. He recalls the
- words his brother said to him, "Cowden... Go East... Find Batock... Learn his
- art of fighting... Avenge our family's death." "Dovf!... Don't die!!... PLease
- Don't!!"
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- His oldest brother grabs him firmly, "Fear not my death brother. For I will
- always be with you... Learn the ways of Tokcian... Avenge our deaths." Those
- were the last words he would ever hear from his oldest brother ever again. With
- tears in his coal blue eyes Cowden spent the rest of that morning gathering up
- his people and placing them in a cricle in the center of the now destoryed
- villiage. He walked over to where he had layed his family looked dwon at them
- wiped a tear from his cheek and made a silent payer to his tribe's God Dayonia,
- the Goddess of peace and harmony, then he threw the torch which he held in his
- hand at his family and watched the flames spread slowly across the circle. The
- he went into his family's hut and gathered up some gear and provisions then
- headed out of the villiage for the East.
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