A ship coasted along the gentle swells of the open sea. A young man stood at the railing all though his thought were anywhere but on the sunrise. The young man had brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing and emerald green shirt with a Symbol woven into it on his wrists were a couple of dark brown leather manacles each of them had a Celtic symbol in silver weave, but the each one also had an emerald in them. Emotions raced in the boy’s eyes as the memories of his past came to him again.
Flashback:
The screams of women and the agonized cries of wounded men filled the air of the small village in the land of Eire (Ireland) black-hooded bandits had swept down on the village in a surprise attack. A small blonde girl clutched the boy who was her best friend as the attack raged.
Suddenly a particularly rough looking hooded man saw them. His eyes took on an evil leer. He came over and grabbed the girl
“This is a pretty one he said she’ll do nicely as a house slave.”
“I think you’re right Jo-kar.” Said another hooded man who was with him
“Don’t use my name, imbecile!!” snapped Jo-kar
“Connor!!” the girl cried struggling to get away.
Connor jumped on the man and tried to fight him but there was not much that a 12 year old can do against a mercenary. Connor was thrown mercilessly to the ground and the last thing that he saw was a sword blade descending toward him.
When Connor awoke he found himself in a place unlike anything that had seen before. There were a group of people standing around him dressed in hooded white robes; they were also wearing silver masks which had emeralds in the eye holes.
“We are the Druids,” said one of them as they removed their masks, “The guardian spirits of Eire, we have brought you back and what we have brought back no mortal can kill. Strength and speed of body and senses are also given you. Come brother Celt be a warrior of light.”
-END FLASBACK-
Connor who now stood on the ship began to smile as he remembered the six years that he spent with the druids the taught him to fight and fight with honor. Once it came time for him to leave the secret place. He had embarked on a quest to find the friend that he had lost all those years ago and to bring the slavers to justice.
He remembered the name Jo-Kar and the voice that spoke it. There was something very familiar about that voice. The only clue to the man’s identity that he had was the fact that Jo-Kar was a Greek name. That is why he now sailed for Greece.
* * * * *
Connor made his way up through the woods along the trail to the border of the province of Corinth his cloak billowing in the slight breeze as he went. Anxious to reach the next Inn before sundown he cut through the wooded area in a bend in the road.
He walked right past a funny looking sign. It looked as though someone had put some ribbons and a bull’s skull up on a post. Connor hardly gave it a second look. Suddenly a shrill cry pierced the peaceful woodland air. A string of arrows struck in front of Connors feet.
On the nearby trail Hercules, Jason and Iolaus heard the cry and began to run toward it, they new that the cry meant that the Telequire Amazons were in another fight.
The Amazons almost flew coming down from the trees on the end of their ropes. Connor stood there calmly.
“Get off our land, man.” Snarled Ledeia, the Amazon who was leading this hunting party turned war-party, as she waved her sword in Connor’s face.
“I mean no harm,” said Connor, “I only wish to pass and go on my way.” Connor’s calm demeanor enraged the impulsive Amazon. She lunged forward and ran Connor through with the sword in her hand.
Hercules, Jason, and Iolaus arrived on the scene just in time to see this happen. Connor slumped to the ground.
“Ledeia,” said Hercules running up cooking Connor, “what have you done?”
“I have protected Amazon land,” snorted Ledeia.
“Cyane will not approve of this.” Hercules snapped
“what do you know of our queen?” sneered Ledeia
“More than you do,” retorted Hercules, “and I intend to report this to her as soon as I bury this body.”
Hercules turned and stooped down and picked up the body. lifting the body quickly and easily to his shoulder he gave ledeia one last dirty look and walked off down the trail.
*
the Cadets stood for a moment looking down at the grave of the mysterious young man. then finally Hercules squared his shoulders and head off to have his promise talk with Cyane. a few hours later Hercules, Iolaus, and Jason walked into Kora's and promptly stopped dead in their tracks there sitting at the bar camly eating a plate of fried fish was the boy that they had buried that afternoon!
"who is this guy," said Iolaus
"i think," said Hercules, "that the better question would be what is he?!"
TBC
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