The Medallion – II

  continued from The Medallion – I… “Rufus?!” Even closer. He clutched his dagger tighter…   It would be a fast stab-and-scram, no hassles. “Where are you, son? Hey…make way…excuse me, have you seen my boy? Rufus?!” Son? Boy? Rufus froze, confused. A thin man wearing a traveler’s cloak and a frightful look on his […]

The Medallion – I

2057 years ago… Rufus hated crowds; the heat and noise of them, the slimy feel of sweaty bodies, choking pressure of body stench and putrid breaths…he hated it all. Rufus, son of Gozan, grandson of Elah of the house of Mikah the Nazarene, hated crowds – it was a farcical irony. His father and his […]