Guardian- Chapter 1 (374 hits)
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Submitted by whiskeyjack (View user info) at 2006-09-17 18:15:03 EDT
Falkor knew he was going to have a day from the moment he woke up in his barrack bed and realized he would have no time for any breakfast. Still it was his own fault he had slept in so he simply splashed some water on his face, ran his hand through his disheveled hair a few times and went to the practice field.
When he arrived to the practice field at a run he once again saw foreshadowing of a bad day when he saw the look on Captain Alastar's face. About the last thing in the world anyone wanted was to see a bad look on Alastar's face. The king's Master-At-Arms was not a man to be trifled with. He held the highest office in the army a commoner could, and he had earned it on the battlefield and with the loss of his right ear. Even most of the nobles knew not to cross him, and Falkor had managed to do just that and on a empty stomach to boot.
"Falkor you greasy shit-covered barbarian. I hope you got yer bueaty sleep cause yur gonna need it. You've been get soft on me boy, and I plan on kickin' the shit outta ya until I see that yur worth a fuck."
"Sorry Captain. I promise it won't happen again."
"Yer damn right it won't, cause if it does I'll have ma boot so far up my boot so far up yur ass you'll taste leather fur a fuckin week. Now gimme ten laps IN armour before you join the other lads."
"Aye Sir." And with that Falkor took off around the practice field wearing full mail, shield, helm, and axe.
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Fritha looked out onto the practice field used by the city and royal guards. She watched as one of her personal guards took off running around the field. She often liked to watch the guards as they practiced and honed their skills of combat. She was especially curious about her youngest and most recently appointed personal guard.
She had been somewhat apprehensive when she first met him. He couldn't have been past his mid twenties. He towered over her at about 6'2" and was broad of shoulder and very heavily muscled. The minute she saw his fiery red hair and fierce grey eyes she knew he must be an Arne. Arne's were known all over for their size and copper hair. Still she had to admit he was handsome; even if a little intimidating.
Her father had told her he had personally chose him to guard him citing some battle or another he had distinguished himself in. Even old Alastar said he would be a good candidate for her guard. And so he had been brought up for her to meet.
He had come lumbering into her father's throne room with a look of anxiety and curiosity on his face. He was wearing a chain mail halberd that reached his knees, and over that a surcoat bearing a golden eagle on a green background; the symbol of her father's house. On his hip was a giant battle axe, with a handle as long as it's owners arm and a long slightly curved blade opposite the vicious razor sharp edge of the axe head. Slung on his back was a round wooden shield bearing the same markings as his surcoat as well as quite a few dings and scrapes.
He had walked up bowed to her father, then her, before giving a smart salute to his captain Alastar.
"You wanted to see me Captain?"
"Aye boy I did. In case you didn't know there be a opening in Princess Fritha's personal guard? And the king and I both agree that you Falkor should fill that thur spot. So what do ya have ta say for yerself?...Falkor?...ANSWER ME BOY!"
"Huh?!? Wha...what?"
"I said yer taking the opening in Princess Fritha's personal guard, damnit."
"Me? Wha...wait what? Why me?"
"I really hope he's a bit faster to catch on once he starts guarding my daughter. And to answer your question as to why that's very simple. Alastar praised your abilities and loyalties and I to know of this and agree whole heartedly with him."
"The Captain said that about me? Really?"
"Grrr. Alright that's enough about that I think. Now get gone boy and get yerself warshed up. When yer not stinkin up His Highness then report to me and you'll start yer new duties. Go on now, git."
Fritha then watched in amusement as a smiling and seemingly bewildered young Arne named Falkor ran out of the hall to begin his new duties as her guard. Once he was out of the room Fritha turned to her father and his captain.
"Is he an Arne?"
"Yes my dear, but don't worry he was a child during the rebellion and loyal to our house."
"Aye, listen to yer father. He be harmless to ye, though anything but to anyone disagree with ye Little Miss." Little Miss the name Alastar had called her since she could remember, just like she called him her Uncle Al. He did it in private and in public, Alastar didn't care much for formality. He hardly ever called even nobles by their titles unless he knew them somehow, in fact her father was probably the only person she'd ever heard Alastar always refer to by title. Though as gruff as he seemed to strangers he had always been nothing but kind and loving to her, his Little Miss.
"Oh I'm sure he'll do just fine. Thank you father, and thank you Uncle Al."
But that had been several months ago. Since then she had gotten a chance to get to know her new shadow. At first everytime she had tried to talk to him at all he would mumble something she couldn't make out and blush. Eventually though he opened up more and she found him to be a excellent listener. It can be hard to be a lady, even if more so as she was a princess. It was hard to find companionship and with Falkor she had atleast found a confidant. Someone to hold her secrets and her dreams.
She found herself even anticipating the times he was to guard her. She began to greatly his quite and somber company. The only time she had ever had anything remotely bad happen was when she had asked about his childhood and his people, he went instantly quite and stonefaced so she dropped the subject and never brought it up again.
She was feeling that same feeling of anticipation now as she knew that he was to be her guard this evening and then she would have someone to talk to that wasn't some court flunkey or some noble trying to get more influence with her father. So she left her vantage point and went back to her day filled with anticipation and unrest.
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As he began his laps around the practice field Falkor noticed a movement up above and glancing up saw the Princess Fritha looking down from a window. He almost tripped when he saw her. He was still taken aback by her beauty each time her saw her.
He still remembered when he had first met her, he would never forget that moment. He had been summoned to the king's throne room while he was out practicing on the field. He had walked into the room quickly bowed to the king, then to the princess, then saluted his captain. It was after he saluted his captain that he was able to get a look at the princess. He had only seen glances of her from a distance and when he saw her now he was dumbstruck. She was much shorter than him but of average height for a lady. She was wearing a pale blue dress that showed her slim figure while still leaving something to the imagination. Her hair looked like spun gold and her delicate features and pale completion made her look as if a God had created a porcelain figure to represent beauty then breathed life into it. But the main thing that caught him were her eyes. She had bright blue eyes the color of a calm pool. He got lost gazing into her eyes. He was finally brought out of it by his captain's yelling.
"...ANSWER ME BOY!"
"Huh?!? Wha...what?"
"I said yer taking the opening in Princess Fritha's personal guard, damnit."
"Me? Wha...wait what? Why me?"
"I really hope he's a bit faster to catch on once he starts guarding my daughter. And to answer your question as to why that's very simple. Alastar praised your abilities and loyalties and I to know of this and agree whole heartedly with him."
"The Captain said that about me? Really?"
"Grrr. Alright that's enough about that I think. Now get gone boy and get yerself warshed up. When yer not stinkin up His Highness then report to me and you'll start yer new duties. Go on now, git."
With that he had taken off running eager to begin his new duties.
He had quickly learned to cherish every moment with the princess. Though he admitted to himself at first he was nothing but flustered whenever the princess tried talking to him. However he eventually became more comfortable and even began talking back to her some. He inwardly delighted in the time he spent listening to Fritha. They didn't have much in the way of conversations, more like her talking to him. This didn't really bother Falkor though as he didn't have much to say and the princess seemed to like having someone to talk to, and his princess' happiness is all that really mattered. He knew later on today he'd be back together with his princess and he'd be her confidant once again, until then he ran.
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Later that night Falkor paced the halls of the royal keep annoyed at what had happened a few hours ago. Though it was into the time of night where one day becomes the next Falkor could still only think of what had happened earlier or rather what hadn't happened. He had arrived for his guard shift as he was scheduled to but unfortunately for him he didn't spend anytime with his princess. Some very wealthy merchant had arrived in the city and begged the king's audience. The princess had spent the night entertaining guests at her father's table. Then she had gone straight to bed.
Falkor didn't like the merchant that came either. Something felt wrong about him the minute he saw him. He was a small wiry man, completely bald and with sharp black eyes that went by Doyle. Falkor especially didn't like the way Doyle was looking at the princess, as if she was a steak and he a wolf.
While Falkor was making a pass through the king's apartments he hid a quickly muffled cry and the unmistakable sound of steel being drawn from it's sheath. Falkor quickly jogged to the king's bedroom to investigate this peculiar noise. When he got to the room what he saw was terrible.
He witnessed two black clad men holding the king's arms down as another held a pillow over his face and held a knife ready to stab. When Falkor entered the door and saw this the three men saw him as well.
"ASSASSINS! TO ARMS GUARDS TO ARMS! ENEMIES IN THE KEEP!"
The second he started yelling the man holding the king's right hand hopped off the bed and drew his sword and began advancing on Falkor. The minute he felt his captor no longer restraining him however the king reached out with his free hand and grabbed the arm of the man holding the knife above him. Before the black clad man realized what had just happened the king drove his hand with the knife in it into his own chest piecing his heart.
What happened next went by so fast Falkor was never really quite sure what happened. As he watched the one man with a sword advance on him he drew his axe from his hip as the man holding the king's left arm drew his sword and plunged it into the king's chest.
"AAAAAHHHHH"
The second Falkor heard his king's death cry he was commited. Falkor charged the man advancing on him and as he did he did the main thing that made him very peculiar. Falkor began to laugh. As he began to laugh he met the first enemy's sword with his axe as the assassin went to split his scalp. Falkor quickly brought his boot into the swordsmen's stomach and cracked the man's skull with the spike of his axe when he doubled over. He then moved around the bed to face his king's murderer. As the assassin tried to slash at his throat Falkor ducked low and came up swinging, sending the now much shorter man's head sailing out the nearby window.
His chuckling slowly dying down Falkor looked over to his king and before he could think to mourn the loss of his monarch he realized a terrible thing. He had left the princess unguarded.
With sudden despair and still dripping blood Falkor took off running down the halls towards the princess' apartments. However as he rounded a corner he suddenly felt a massive blow to the back of his head. He went reeling into the wall and collapsed to the ground. Right before he blacked out he saw a face though. Doyle.
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This might turn into a good story, but please, for the love
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This might turn into a good story, but please, for the love
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Fuck that I wing it like a total rebel.
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This might turn into a good story, but please, for the love
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