The forest was silent, only the sound of trees and birds, Carl still looking around with his sword already out for action. Carl was walking slowly, trying to observe everything. He was caught by a rope trap; it caught his leg and lifted him up to a tree. His sword fell on the floor, and his arrows were all shattered on the ground. He was helpless. Just there until the afternoon, when the cannibals arrived, Carl was already down; he was unconscious. The cannibals threw him away and locked him up in a cage.They are three men in the cage; Carl made them four; three men were from England. When Carl got himself at night, the cannibals were doing their rituals, singing songs, dancing around a burning fire."Oh, my head hurts. Where am I?" Carl asks, his voice very low."Finally, you're awake; how did they get you?" the first man asked."I don't know; I was caught up in a trap. Where am I?" Carl asked the man."You are in the cage; this is the land of the cannibals; they kill and eat human b
Carl stood up immediately, pointed his arrows towards the opening at the cave, in alert to shoot anything that'd come out of the cave, but nothing came out. He waited for some time, and nothing showed up—no sign of the tigers."Can we just leave here, Robin? I think we have lost them." Harry cried out."Wait, how did that come out? I chased them away," Lodin said."No, you didn't; you made them run after us." Carl shouted Lodin and Carl start arguing about who and who made the tiger come to them. Harry was at a place looking at them."Oh, oh, I think we have a deep problem," Harry said to Lodin and Carl.Lodin and Carl stopped arguing as they looked around. They had been surrounded by the English Warriors."On the floor, all your weapons, put your hands up!" a voice shouted.Carl dropped his sword, archers, and Harry dropped his own. The English warrior tied them up and bundled them to the cage; they were about to be taken to the king. On their way to the king, the warriors were in r
Carl had taken his bath, the royal maid gave him new clothes to changeto, he sat on the chair inside the room, which he would be sharing with Jasper. Jasper walked into the room, and he kept looking at Carl suspiciously."Why are you looking at me that way? Is that how you treat your guests?" Carl asks."And you should get it in your head; you're not my guest; I didn't give you a room; the prince did; there is something about you that is real; I don't know, but it will soon be revealed." Jasper burst upCarl stood up from his seat and went close to Jasper. He pulled a dagger that was placed on the table and pointed it at Jasper."You seem to have hated me without knowing me. That's fine. This is a dagger; take it, kill me now, and throw me out of the window," Carl said.Carl dropped the dagger at Jasper's feet. He kneeled down and placed his head on Jasper's knee while his hand was at his back. Jasper picked up the dagger, raised it up, dropped it at the table, and took Carl up."I am
"There should be new competitors in the fighting competitions," King Alfred said.He is addressing his royal elders about the fighting competition coming up the following day as the festival of Easter will take place. There are already three contestants, and the king wants to add one more fighter to make it four; only one is to survive.Prince Oliver walks in. In the middle of the meeting, his sister follows up. She is not 100 percent happy because of Carl. The queen is already seated with the council as they make their discussion."If you're talking about adding a fourth person, who will you pick for the fourth person?" Sir Mason asked."What is it about the fourth person here? What is that mom?" Princess Emma asked her mother."Princess, this is about a fight competition coming up tomorrow; it will kick off as the Easter celebration is going on," Sir Leonard answers."Is certain I have someone to fight? He would be the fourth man," princess Emma said.Everyone looked at her, and th
King Alfred comes across a scroll with ancient secrets yielding stories from the past and he delved into it.Many Years agoThe only sound was the tapping of cutlet nails on the large dinning table. All retainers stood, trying their stylish not to twitch, heart forging, all trying to maintain a calm address, surely fear was the least thing they demanded. The large double door opened and in came king Dwayne Cedric, his crown in hand as he scratched what hair was left on his balding head. The faces of the retainers looked to him hopefully and he looked down dejectedly. " They're in, nothing can be done" he rumored lowly. Horror struck the faces of all in the room, what semblance of calm they had shattered as the riots from outside filtered into the room. The colliding of sword to sword was well as the guggling sound of men being taken. With each laugh and yell, the retainers fled the palace in all directions, taking what they could in haste and confusion. They had been the most piou
There's a bell nearly was the first study that came to Selene as she woke. The dim room she set up herself in had a strange damp smell that reminded her of her rare visits to the city abattoir. She snappily rose, crinkling her nose and examining where she laid. A thin hairpiece that was made of cotton, it's brown color no doubt had formerly been a white, but with the stains, it was hard to tell. " Mia. Wake up" she rumored cautiously, believing her family was hard. The silent echo she got was hers. " Mia?. Mia" she rumored lowly into the dim room but was still answered with silence. Turning around sluggishly with stopgap of seeing in the dark room, Selene went as far as she could with the darkness but there sounded to be no Mia. Angry and spooked, Selene went to the door which was a thick mahogany wood, the hinges looked old and loosening, she banged with what strength she had. " Mia!! Father!!" she yelled Why would they put her down from her family? She allowed Were they s
The only source of light was the shaft from the sun that streamed into the large dungeon from six sword bars criss- crossed, too high up in the ceiling for anyone to reach, too narrow for a baby to pass through. The dungeon was noisy from dusk till dawn with the whispers of the men and woman in there, arguing, wailing and cursing each other and the guards outdoors. Sniffles and soft cries also came from the little queen next to Selene. " I am empty" Mia said, her voice coarse form crying all day. Selene had tried her stylish to soothe the the spooked child but it was fruitless. " We can not eat what they bring. Who knows what they put in it, I will request to speak with father also he will decide what to do" Selene said, bruiting the last part to herself. She desperately wished she had taken off in that carriage when all her half- sisters had. " But I am empty, I will die" Mia claimed, weeping. Selene glared at the child, she did not want any drama, the townies were locked in with
The wails sounded, it kept ringing through his soul. The wails he was certain would ever be in his head. Edgar woke with a jolt. He'd a agony- again. Rolling out of bed, he threw on a mask and went to his wine press that sat behind a bookshelf. The potion the croaker gave him only made him dizzy but sleep still could not find him. It was a useless as all the drug's he would taken for decades now, he demanded wine. He smiled plaintively at the recollections, the veritably first time he dared to love and nature had thrown it right back to his face. Making his heart oath noway to be so foolish again. He bedded women and that was it, he did not need to love anyone and he clearly demanded no child. No matter what the council and Nicholas said of his lineage, he did not want any boy to suffer his fate. He couldn't. He was not ready to sire a son or raise any child for that matter. Edgar hummed and sat on the soft spread that laid on his large king bed. His mind drifting to the termaga
Love came in strange times, in strange forms. Edgar goggled at the now fat woman on his bed, her belly swollen with his seed. He smiled, he couldn't relatively call her a child presently. But in his eyes she was still a child, despite her size. " You're back!" She yelled and rushed to him, pushing a coprolite in ceremoniously and clumsily down. " Easy now darling so you do not hurt yourselves" he smiled meaningfully and hugged her. Her frame filling his hands. She was beautiful. " Did you get my grapes? The imported bones ?" She asked as she seized his sachel and dug in madly. She lowered and looked up at him, coming up with shanks and ointments and everything she did not need. " It's not outside, don't tell me you forgot again" she pouted " Are you telling me my woman isn't happy to see me but her grapes" he asked " You're of no use my Lord" she replied and left the bag on the bottom, moving to her hair bunch where she was stitching an unattractive crooked pattern. " Isee.y
Selene sat on the rustic seat close to the pine tree. There was a mat laid before her. A dish of egg and veal sat in the plate. There was a mug of mice smelling wine and the knight by her side beamed The youthful handsome knight smiled at the queen and took her hand in his, placing a small kiss there. She had been more open to love after her fire at Kiro and with her resoluteness to not be alone, she would began seeing the youthful knight she met in city weeks agone . Her heart didn't quack when he was with her like it did for the Lord but. Selene lowered at her own studies and scolded herself. " It's a nice place" Selene said with a smile. She was relaxed, at peace and comfortable with a nice man, she reminded herself snappily. " It's my haven. I set up it times ago when I first came a royal legionnaire" the knight replied with a fascinating smile. Selene jounced " Come" the man said and led her to the mat, sitting there himself and folding his legs before him. He took a chops
Edgar goggled at her hair. It had been trolled and pulled up. The healer behind her held her hair as she voided her stomach into a pot by the corner of the roof. He'd slept exhausted. nearly like a dead body. The cold roof calming him and blarneying him to sleep further. But his mind upset. He wasn't at peace, he demanded to see Selene. As he opened the roof delirium, he met the healer forcing a mug to her mouth. She drank and rippled, evacuating her mouth into the pot. A condiment was handed her and she masticated sluggishly. A virgin smell now filling the roof. " My Lord" the healer bowed " How is she" he questioned " She'll heal. Her body is fighting a important catholicon" the healer replied " How long?" Edgar asked " She has too important of it in her, we can only supplicate she fights if out, if she feeds and drinks her drug she has a better chance" she answered Edgar jounced. The healer curtsied and left the roof. The bed the child laid was advanced, beaters had b
The sun came after the cold night. The Kiro soldiers had surrendered sluggishly. Some that defied killed without delay. Edgar had discovered that the high rank patricians were all trampers. All had been killed, burnt by the mountain with the townies watching dolefully. The townies had been too eager to accept his rulership. utmost empty with torn dresses and worn shoes. Indeed the oldest elder had thanked him for coming to" save" them. The sun was over when Edgar was ready to leave. He'd shoot further men to secure his new fiefdom, just in case any was willing to mutiny against the new leadership. Edgar was ready to leave. He demanded to return your his area first. His men were sick now, their faces grim with dirt and empty looking. He moved to the room that his family and the child slept. Alexandra was awake. " Family" he conceded and moved to the child. He shook her awake and settled her as she shocked " What did they do to you?" He asked in a gentle tale. "She.they.I
The loud voices of his men came from below his window. He had not slept a wink. His muscles sore from fighting his men all might. In the moon light. They patrolled the fields and boundaries till dusk. No legionnaire slept. They should be ready. Edgar sat on his window pane. He endured to draw blood. That of the Kiro king. long since he'd felt the excitement of a raw battle. Of force and a good fight. Not conquering weak townlets. He could taste the war on his lingo. Men would fall, but Kiro would be no more. He'd purify the land if the council couldn't. He would. He would. The pest would come a story. History told to children to avoid the night. He'd make sure of it The morning air was sticky. patches of snow drifted onto his room from the open window. His fire place raging. reflecting his feelings. The manor house was quiet. The maids and man retainers watching quietly as he and the soldiers fought all night. They knew. They knew battle was upon them. He'd heard the wails of
This was a phenomenon. One that want as awful. Edgar goggled down at the men that knelt before him Should they be guillotined or hung? He contemplated. It was noon. The sky lustrously. The room colder. Empty. Where was the child? Where was his family? Edgar turned to the red cloaked men still with the Sol emblem. " How could she have been taken without your knowing?" He asked " The lady was in her chamber. She had retired for the day. It's the morning that her hand demoiselle blazoned her missing, out steed stolen with a carriage. Her Chambers ruined" the man said with a bow How weak were his men? Indeed his men had been there, at the lair. Tarrying the night in shifts. Nothing should have gotten past them and it didn't. No bone saw his family leave. They must have known the manor house enough to steal her down so still. Was she alive at all? Alexandra would have fought, would have woken the entire palace with her riots. He knew his family that much. Six parties were trans
There was a fair girl. Her hair as white was the sun. Her eyes a blue sparkle that reminded her of her won father. The girl smiled happily. Playing with the woman next to her. A stark replica. Her mama . There was a boundary, one as thin as air that kept her out, all her trouble and cries to join the reunion unproductive. The aged woman turned to her and gestured. Smiling at her sorely. Selene woke with a jolt. Her unhappiness following her from the dream world. She could still feel the burning wrathfulness. How could they leave her? She sat on her bed for a nanosecond. Stretching her stiff branches and yawning. She could smell fresh cutlet all the way from her room. The royal kitchen last in the hall. She swung her legs over the bed and left for the restroom. Eager to submerge in the warm water. The morning was cold. The room colder as the fire had long turned to smoking coals. Selene undressed herself precipitously and buried herself in the warm pot. The scent of lavender gen
When Selene eventually woke. She was spooked, hysterical the morning would bring reality. That the Lord would leave her cold and unwanted. Alone. " What makes you sad so early child" came the hard voice Selene couldn't hide her smile. She threw her hands over the Lord that sat but her bed. Naked " Do you have a want to not walk again?" He asked as her soft body pressed to him. Arousing hia inextinguishable passion Selene turned pink and pulled down " My Lord" she said " Call me Edgar while we remain alone child" he said " I'm not a child" Selene snapped angrily, the name had come endless " You are, you haven't seen the layoffs I've or nearly the summer. You're a babe. A child" the Lord replied and pulled her to him. stroking her hair. " Do you wish to break your fast in bed?" He asked "No.my Lord.I.the retainers, they would speak ofthis.of us" she stammered " They should. I've awaited long enough to have you" the Lord replied Selene lowered at him fondly " solicitude not.
There's someone for everyone. Selene could flash back her mama 's stylish friend always said Where was her someone? In all the death and fear. Where was her someone. Selene opened her eyes. To see the sun, the face the world. She had passed outon.on the Lord. He'd come for her. She had watched through vague eyes as heslew.adead.what it was she was not sure. But he'd killed it again. transferred it to the grave yet again. It had turned someone differently. A youthful girl with unheroic hair and rotting skin. A clear mark of the pest. " What worries you" came the voice at her side. Selene jerked down. Her eyes settling on the Lord by her side She looked into his eyes. The dark balls brimmed with life. Experience. Wariness and worry. Was he bothered over her? She was certain this was the Sol king. stable. Alive. His eyes didn't stay into perpetuity nor did her ignore her. He was by her bedside. Selene pulled down, unintentional to let him see how glad that she was he was back to