"Ughhhh!" Riff's sword sliced through the torso of one of the many followers.
"I told you not to interfere with my plans... I don't have to worry anymore."
I saw him smirk at the dead body as if the man were a waste. He put the long saber into its sheath and his eyes seemed to glow. He walked off into the night without seeing me. Or did he? Was he planning to kill me, Jake Fisher? I couldn't tell. All I knew is that I had to get out of that place. And fast.
Many people had come to find the Holy Land with Riff as their leader. Little did they know that it would end up with me and Riff as the last two out of fifteen. I had heard many stories about the deaths, accidental falling off cliffs and bear killings. But I knew he was too strong for that.
If he wanted to do this together, everyone would still be alive.
Luckily, that night, I heard him talking to himself.
His hair was as black as the night sky. Very long. He was a tall, skinny, yet strong man in his thirties.
"Hahaha! This man, who, Jake? He I will spare. I will not see blood on his face. Hahaha.... He will be a worthy second in command. Together we will rule the Holy land and the world itself."
He stared at the small fire until it finally went out and I looked up at the stars and trees until I fell asleep.
"Wake up, young apprentice..." He... Riff was talking to me.
"What? What happened? And what about this apprentice?" I knew I looked stupid saying that, because he gave me a stupid look and laughed out loud. An evil, evil laugh.