Chapter IV

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Two month later…

“No, we should wait and prepare.” I said sternly “and plot, we should have at least three back up plan.”

“I agree we should train our men. Create a sturdy weapon to start of.” Old Felix said.

“Great suggestion, Chieftain, who are the blacksmith here,? Say aye!” I shouted at the circling crowd.

“AYE!!” at least eight men screamed. Good.

“Come forward then” I asked. Eight professional stoic blacksmith come forward, eight is a good number to start of. “Who wants to assist them? Come forward.” 

Twenty eight men come forward, well built, bulky and sturdy. “You should train and assist the blacksmith and create a sturdy armor, and the sharpest swords, the life of the men is in your hands.” I said sternly.

The men nodded and proceeded.

I walked forward to the table, and get the sword covered in scabbard and the arrow and throw them in the crowd; the sword to the right and the arrow is to the left.

“Men, pick the weapon you can use and comfortable of. All men who knew how to use a crossbow and arrow go to the left and the rest who want to use the sword, to the right!” I shouted

The men proceeded.

Bulky, stoic, sturdy, men here are well built, due to mining, and because of the beating of the guards of the palace, I flinch in guilt, I have beaten one of them, Old Chieftain Felix for example, but instead of killing me, he welcomed me with open arms.

Sore. My body is sore, for a long time I felt numb, and now all I can feel is sore. My legs felt like it has tons of bricks. My shoulder where Reddrought imbedded his sword hurts; I cannot move it without a churned.

I woke up this morning; an angel greeted me with a disgust face and a glare. Lovely isn’t? I miss my Sabrina, my younger sister. There is no time of the day that I forget her, not a moment passed by. And now I felt useless, but this is not the end, there will be revenge and I needed to get my wee sister.

“Good mornin’, sire!” an old man said. “You must be hungry, I get you a bread and milk, this is not big but this is all what we got, I am sorry, lad…”

“No, no, its okay, sir” I quickly grabbed the bottle of milk and bread and devour it. It’s been what? Weeks, a month since I ate.

“what had happened to you, lad?” the old man asked with such pity. “is the …king beaten you?” he whispered unsure.

I answered with a flinched. The old man nodded, as if he knew what had happened.

“Well, you’re welcome here, lad. Am the chieftain here, Old Felix at your service” he vowed. I smiled.

“Men, we will secretly train every midnight, in the forest, we shall prepare, before we attack, and we shall be free!” I shouted at the circling crowd and they answered back with a firm “aye!”

“… And save my sister” I whispered to non-particularly. Old Felix patted me in the back, and whispered in my ear. “We will get her, lad. Don’t worry, she’s fine” I looked at him, And smiled. This is another day that I wished I never let the king beaten him, that I opened my eyes before, and stop the king to killed his wife.

The king laughed bitterly, as he slapped the old man while holding him by his collar. I flinched and look away.

“You cannot give the crops!” the king growled at the old man’s face “who are you to mutiny my rules?!”

“I am the chieftain here” the old man choked.

“And who am I?” the king hissed in the old man’s ear and signaled at me. “Get the wife and the daughter; we needed to teach some lesson here, Lance”

I followed, and signaled the three knights.

“Father, father!” a girl with a long brown hair screamed. Christ! She looks like Sabrina, must be the same age too. “Get, away from my father! I said go away!!” the mother put her hands to the child’s mouth, to muffled her cried.

Christ!

“Hold this old man, Lance” the king commanded and I followed.

“Please, Please, not my family, please…” the old man pleaded, but I pretended not to hear his plead. “Please, knight” Christ!

“Hold the little girl” the king commanded to the other knight. 

“…father!!! Mother! Let go off me!” the girl trashed and cry.

The mother cried as the king grabbed her furiously. “Well, what a beauty we have here, beautiful wife, hmm, sated are we, old man?” the king laughed bitterly. “… But, what a waste” the king muttered sternly, then he kissed the mother furiously, the mother defy and slapped the kin, then The king turned bit red “wrong move madam” the king muttered annoyingly. He grabbed the mother shoulders and signaled the other knights. The old man cried in my hold. The other knights hold the mother; the king laughed and pulled out his sword from his scabbard.

“Watch, old man.” The king said.

“No, no, please, I’ll give you the crops, all of it! But not my wife” the old man pleaded.

“Too late for that…” the king said. The man trashed in my hold.

I look away and close my eyes, and all I can hear are

 

the screams…

 

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