The forest had its peace. The light rustling of the branches and leaves in the wind. While walking among the numerous trees, Alex Tolbert hummed a tune. He carried steel bracers on his forearms and thick leather boots on his feet, dressed as a peasant in a wool shirt and cloth trousers. The single strap that held the satchel bag at his side was slung across his shoulder. A large steel shield with a roll of bedding strapped to the top behind his head and a water canteen tied to his belt were on his back.
After a long day of traveling, he decided to take a break in the cool shade of the trees. He put his satchel on the ground after taking it out of its bag. After that, he took out his shield and leaned it against the tree closest to it. He laid out his bedding roll in the dirt and leaves. He sat on it and looked up at the blue sky through the brown and green branches.A map-drawing roll of parchment was pulled out when he reached into his satchel. He briefly considered it and noted his location. He didn't know where he wanted to go, but he thought the village that was closest would be a good place to stop. He checked the sun's position and noticed that he needed to go northeast. After that, he turned his shield in the required direction. He put the map back in its place and relaxed by closing his eyes.He awoke to the sound of rustling and the setting sun. When he got up, he saw a young man of no more than twenty years approaching."Ahoy there," Alex said. "And ahoy to you sir," the young man replied. "May I join you for an evening?" "Of course, I have little food, but what little I have can be shared," Alex said.Alex looked at the man. Although he wore loose, nonrestrictive clothing, he appeared to be unarmed and could have easily been concealing a dagger. Alex gave him half a loaf of bread, which the stranger quickly consumed while Alex ate each torn piece."Thank you, that was good bread," "You're welcome, so what's your name?""Who are you, James?"Tolbert?, "Alex of the Tolbert family,"“Are you a sell-sword?” "We hail from the province of Korryn, but I'm not surprised, we are not of noble birth nor royal standing," "Please excuse me if I've never heard the name."“No, I do not use combat for profit,” James said as he pointed to the shield. “Then why the shield?”“A shield has many uses other than defense; when held overhead, it keeps me dry in the rain, sleds beasts after a hunt, signals others with sun reflections, and many more,”Explorer? Hunter? Merchant?”"None of those; I'm just a simple traveler who goes from town to town looking for work," "So how do you make money?"“You are a poor and beggar then,” "I do not beg, I offer assistance and am rewarded with necessities," "But is coin not a necessity? I have means of obtaining food and water, and many inns will give a room for a helping hand," "I do not carry coin, I have means of obtaining food and water, "Do you not long to own a house in the future? Any land? Build a family or live in luxury?“So, you are a fool then, men do not recognize goodness of heart, only wealth and status,” "Maybe for a thief like yourself my motives may seem foreign, but I have slept peacefully every night since I began my journey and that is the only luxury I prefer,” "How dare you impugn me with such slander, I am not a thief,” and "I’ve never known a thief to tell the truth, so why should youIn an effort to fall asleep, Alex then rolled over on his bed and pulled one of his quilts over him. “Hold, first you accuse me of being a criminal, then you turn your back on me leaving me in clear sight of your possessions?” "Hold, first you accuse me of being a criminal, then you turn your back on me leaving me in clear sight of your possessions?”"Well, what do I have to fear if you are not a thief?"“Ah!You intend to test me,” "I mean to sleep, but if you're intention is to steal, I ask that you do so quietly, I'll need my rest for the journey tomorrow,"James was left alone as Alex began to fall asleep. He scrutinized the quilt atop the shield and the ground-mounted shield. As the night air began to chill him, he trembled. While sitting against a tree trunk, he took it back and wrapped himself.He waited until the strange Alex Tolbert was deep in sleep and watched him.After that, he went to the shield, which he struggled to lift and flip. Roses and dragons were intricately arranged on the exterior. Inside was a beautiful sheath that was securely fastened in place. The sheath cleverly concealed the sword. The handle made up piece of the safeguards configuration close to the top.When he drew it, he noticed that the blade and hilt were perfectly balanced, the blade was extremely sharp and tempered, and it was made by a master blacksmith.He murmured, "Nothing of value my hind." "This is worth at least fifty coins, with the shield seventy." He went after the satchel after replacing the sword. A map, quill, ink, and a small metal object were contained within. He took it out and held it in the moonlight with it. The crest of the king of Korryn was on the medallion. I knew that; He returned the items to the satchel and slung it over his shoulder before calling me a liar. After that, he put the shield on his back and wrapped the quilt around himself before disappearing through the trees, leaving Alex alone with nothing but his bed and the water canteen.James entered the village as the sun rose and immediately set out for the blacksmith's shop. The forge's grit covered the smithy, which was hard at work making tools."Good sir, would you be interested in acquiring a shield and sword?" James asked, and the hefty man replied, "Show me." James removed the quilt and placed the shield-sheath on a nearby counter with the front side down."This is excellent work; these are only made by Korryn craftsmen; where did you get it?""Korryn, exchanged it for it with a traveling merchant," "How much do you want?"“Eighty for the set,” "I'll give you fifty," "It's worth seventy at least," "And that's how much I'll sell it for, fifty-five," "Sixty-seven," "Then you can take it somewhere else, fifty-five or nothing," "You're a tough haggle sir, but I will take the fifty-five," and so on. The blacksmith took a bag of coins and counted them. James took a dagger from the counter and a silver sapphire ring from the nearby jewelry display while he carefully counted.James turned and left with his new coin bag, saying, "Good doing business with you sir."As he flipped the ring in the air and retrieved it once more, he murmured under his breath, "That fool was too easy." He took it to the market and put it in the satchel bag he had stolen the night before. He swiftly dove into an alley as he passed the hotel. Alex was hard at work repairing the damaged lumber on the roof with some tools."How did he arrive so quickly?" "I had half the night to gain my lead," he mused aloud.“You!” A man shouted, and after that, he grabbed James by the collar, yanked him into the street, and yelled. James remembered him.In a different village, months earlier, he had taken some belongings from him. Here, we have a thief! The man yelled, "He stole the necklace my wife gave me and tools from my farm!I propose that his greedy hands be severed!“Aye!” "And what's this?!" he yelled at the now-circling crowd. A blade and ring that I'm certain our metalworker will search for,""Goodness, well..." he began and afterward hit the man in the gut to release his grasp. When James was about to break free, he was tackled from above as he sprinted down the street toward the village's edge. Both he and the other man fell to the ground. He noticed that Alex was staring at him and obstructing his path when he looked up.After that, the villager men grabbed him and helped him stand.I need a sword! The first man yelled, "Here, use this one," and the blacksmith handed him the sword that James had sold him.“Hold!” Alex yelled, "What offenses does this man have?" with a powerful boom.The man who was holding Alex's sword said, "He has stolen from me." The blacksmith added, "And I," "A dagger and ring are missing from my shop and he had them." "Are they returned now?"The blacksmith took James' items and said, "Well... yes," adding, "I have them again." "Then that justice is fulfilled, and you?" He thought to himself, "He stole from my family months ago," "What is the price for his crimes?" as he looked at the swordman.James looked at Alex in disbelief and said, "At least ninety in coin," "I have no coin, but I can give you labor to pay off this man's debt," and "I have no coin." He wanted to pay off his debts after stealing from this man just the night before. He had no faith in it.The man stated, "Ninety coins in labor is a lot of work.""I'll get it done, work is no stranger to me," he said."Why would you desire to assist this man? “He may be, but no one should be without compassion, now what labor do you have for me?” "He is nothing but a thief and scoundrel.""Very well stranger, if you insist I have horses that need to be fed and stables that need to be cleaned, you can start there," and "On my way."James was then ordered to march in front of Alex after Alex grabbed him. James replied, "You want me to do the work," "No, you're free to choose to work or not, but I'll not have you leave until the work is finished," " Why? I thought so." Why would you even consider working on my behalf?"Prison would have sufficed, but this way is better because I will not stand by while people hack your limbs for their own barbaric satisfaction,""Are you not mad at me? You are a fool. Don't you also want to cut me down to pieces?”“Angry: No, I'm disappointed because you gave me food and a place to sleep, but you left me with nothing but my tools, which I made sure to hide because they are my most valuable possessions."What do you conceal with iron tools? Why would you conceal tools but leave a valuable shield and sword for the taking?When they got to the stables, Alex said, "You’re no fool, your mad in the head," "Say what you think," and "But I will live my life the way I feel is right." "They are of less worth to me, I only have them as a last resort for defense, and I will get them back, but I’ll do it honestly."James began to scoop and scrape the muck from the stable floors after Alex instructed him to sit on a stool in the corner of the stable where he could keep an eye on him. Alex noted how poorly the horses were cared for in such filth, and the work was repugnant.James observed Alex as he diligently scrubbed the
“So, among your many talents, I would guess that you are also a Korryn warrior or, more likely, a knight?”"Was it that clear?"In addition, I noticed the king's crest on your bag. These items are only given to nobles,” "It was a gift from my king accompanying my exile," and "Banishment? After banishing someone, what kind of king gives them a present?“He gave the trinket to show that I was still in his favor and should not be turned away as a traitor,” "Are you going to tell me the story?" "It wasn't his idea." "I have no desire to return.""No," "Secrets?" “It’s not dishonesty, I simply don't enjoy talking about my past,” “Then it’s not about pleasing a deity, it’s about redemption,” “It is what it is and I will not explain further,” Alex began to become irritated and shoved the basket at James in an effort to get him to stop prodding.Alex began washing the clothes one at a time in the water as soon as they got to the river. Following that, he hung them from nearby tree branches. A
James received all of Alex's gear, with the exception of his shield, which he held securely in his left hand, as the men began to close in.As he gripped the hilt of his sword, he said, "I will ask you men to leave us be." "I do not wish to fight you and my skill will outmatch yours." "Sounds like someone needs a lesson in humility," the leader said as his men got closer. "Kill them, that shield will be a good enough prize for such easy work."Alex drew his sword from James' shield and pushed him to the ground without warning. Alex slammed the first of the men, knocking him to the ground, as the others charged. After using his sword to stop a right-handed swing, he spun and kicked the man in the hip, sending him flying backwards and into the roadside dirt. After that, he spun with his sword low and shield high to stop another attack, swiped at the man's feet, cleaving his right ankle halfway through, then retracted his weapon and stood straight. As the wound dripped blood across his f
“Well, a rose is soft and fickle for a season, so it seemed a good match,” she replied. "No, I’m good for a rose, just odd of you to praise me as such."The huntress gave a snicker while James' face went red with inconvenience. "As Alex turned to leave, he said, "We should be on our way; it is getting dark." The woman said, "Hold," "Why not make camp with me?"“Oh?” "And why would we do that?" James asked.Alex said as he took off his gear and started putting his bedding in the leaves. "We'd love to," he said.“What?” asked James, "This woman has asked us to be her guests; it would be impolite to turn her down, and I for one would welcome an extra hand in these perilous woods." James grunted audibly, "Ugh," but he soon also was putting his bed up for the night.Alex replied, "Scarlett, yours?" "I'm sorry, I do not know your name."James responded, "Alex," "Sir Alex and his companion the fool," "The fool has a name," "I would prefer you use it," and "James, is it?I prefer fool more," "
It's not about lethality; it's about honor; daggers are the weapon of an assassin because they lack honesty, and a sword is meant to be seen, not hidden;" A coward could use a sword just as a warrior could use a dagger, I have no guilt using one," and "a symbol of the truth of one's intentions"James paid five coins each for two rooms at the inn by this time. Alex said his usual prayer of thanks as they sat down to eat. James waited for him, his stomach growling as he tapped his foot in annoyance.James asked as they began to eat, "How long does it take to say "thank you"?" "I not only give thanks for the food, but for the day being as fair as it was, for my victory over the bandits, for our encounter with Scarlett, for the good knights who showed us the way to this settlement, and for giving us the work needed to help our friend." "You really think some deity planned all that to happen before it happened?" James asked. "I not only give thanks for the day“Planned? No, yet advanced th
Scarlett leapt from the tree and silently grasped the window, "There is no need to hide Scarlett, we have no need for secrecy." She sat on the single chair while Alex sat on the bed after Alex pulled her in.The moon and the brilliant stars that shone through the window were the only sources of light.“Well, you’re here now, may I ask why you’re following James and I?” "I didn't want to bother you,""Your fool is of no consequence; I only follow you," "That fool is my friend, and his name is James;" I would anticipate the use of his name, "Either way, you're the one I follow," and "And for what cause?"Alex stood to gather his belongings and said, "I would wish to join you in your journeys, should you not want me I’ll be on my way." "I would be honored, but only if you apologize to James and disband the use of the word fool, he is much smarter than he lets on, we will leave tomorrow so be ready by then, you may take my bed." "No, a lowly peasant such as myself has no place in the bed r
James stood sweating under the hot sun. Alex stood across from him with a wooden sword in his hand. James charged with his two wooden knives and Alex easily blocked one with his sword and grabbed James ’s other hand twisting until he released his weapon. He pushed James away and waited for him to pick up the practice weapon once more.“Your attacks are obvious, you need to use grace, not brutality,” Alex said.James crept towards him holding his weapons up. He thrust and was knocked away, James then spun with the hit and almost struck Alex ’s side, but failed as Alex caught his arm before the blow.“Close, you used the momentum of my parry against me, very instinctive,”“Maybe you’re right, I should use a sword,”“Well, before you make the switch let’s try something else.” Alex dropped his sword and put up his arms in a fighting stance. James did the same. Alex swung at him and he ducked then retaliated with a flurry of strikes to his friend’s abdominal region before leapi
“You are a thief, aren’t you?” Alex asked,“Well not any... oh... you mean?”“Yes,”“What?” asked Scarlett,“Nothing wench, just leave it to me,”“James --” Alex tried,“No, let’s see what the fool can do,” Scarlett gave him a smile.Once Alex was free James began to look at the door. “No handles on this side or keyholes... but it’s a simple latch mechanism.” He pulled out one of his daggers which had been hidden in his pant-leg. He slid it through the crack and lifted the latch. “Still think the all-seen sword is the only weapon worth holding?” James slowly opened the door and peeked about. No one was in sight which gave him an eerie feeling. “I guess they all feel safe enough to leave us unguarded,” he said,“Be careful anyway,” said Scarlett.The three exited the building and disappeared into the shadows. Once they were a safe distance from the village James crouched in the dirt and began to draw.“Alright, so if this is the village we need to set up here, here, and here,” he
Feeling his back pockets, Alex told him, “Well come with me, we drops down to Bank of Montreal. I needs a bit of air, and a smoke maybe.”The door to Jimi Jak's opened, sound blowing out to the street for a moment or two and then gone, muffled inside. Alex lit his cigarette while he and Staunch went down the steps, which were now soaked in beer, streaks of blood, and littered with smoked down cigarettes butts from a successful, savage night. The Bank of Montreal only across the road from the bar, they crossed over once cars whizzed past.Nobody was inside the bank's ATM lobby. Alex passed Staunch the rest of his smoke before heading up towards the doors.“Not sure which one'll work,” Alex said thumbing through a handful of stolen debit and credit cards. “Might be a few minutes.”Alex went in to the bank machine and Staunch stood alone, drunk, in the dead of night. Occasionally, a car passed, a sound of laughter from the bar flew on the breeze, and a short time Staunch actual
Inside, the wood stove crackled nice and hot. The evening outside, even in summertime, cooled enough to put a chill in the bones. Brian and tom sat at a medium-sized kitchen table; they'd just finished off a good feed of minced moose burgers and deep-fried home fries. Don cooked a lot of things, but the boys loved their late night lunches – usually the same every time, burgers and fries or moose sausage and fries. As they relaxed in their chairs, Don brought them each a glass of ginger-ale, and a good portion of liquor for himself. The boys drank their pop and Don got his kit: one cigarette rolled, and a joint, as well.“Gimme a smoke,” Brian said, hand out.“Yeah, right,” laughed Don. “I ain't that nice, boy.”Brian laughed and Don lit his smoke.“That was wicked grub, Don,” Tommy told him. “Thanks again. Was friggin' starved.”“Today's been a long one,” said Brian.Between puffs of smoke, Don asked, “What'd you two shits get up to all day?”The boys looked nervous at one another, sl
The majority of the poor girl's murder only came back to him by way of time. Once months went by, the nauseating days of his freedom stretching on, and on, he pieced together several images from the night he first made death; him, the craftsman, making death by hand. Her throat bulged under a tight grip of his clenching fists. She tried to grab him, poke at his eyes, but the force of his hands clamping into her skin and taking the breath out of her heaving lungs kept him safe from any real damage, save a couple scratches. He did not actually orgasm; all the same, his penis shot up erect and stiff like a great monolith against her and he pressed it to her, putting the entire weight of his body down on hers, crushing the clutching bits of life from her flailing, pathetic existence still trying to hold to this world.From the start, he made a fine and thorough killer, an efficient machine created for the sole purpose of killing. Her body would never be found; it still sits buried, rotted
He lived on a decent cul-de-sac in Grand Falls, down near the river. Out back of the house sat a spacious garage separate by a large concrete pad, itself leading up into the long driveway. In the garage he had a nice spot for all his woodworking equipment: table saw, bench, racks of drills, hammers, handsaws, wrenches, and plenty of storage space for fresh wood and the like. At the back of the garage stood a door, behind the door, a room, and in that room were secrets. Locked away with only him and the stale air of the garage's workshop, those secrets grew, multiplied like mould in the dark, and he had a place where his wife would not disturb him; she left him to his business, and without her knowledge his rotten secrets, only coming out when he wanted her there. The man even installed a state-of-the-art security system for the entire property, including the garage, which came with intercoms; often, he would simply call his wife on the intercom to let her know it was fine to bring him
Back over under the Canopy and its branchy cover, Tommy and Brian stopped in an inlet of trees and alder bush. They were scared. Still, the boys were beyond determined to be done with the whole situation. Only trouble was neither of them, with all their heart, wanted to relinquish their hold on the money, those pieces of jewelry, all of that. Even as all the trouble of the world might perilously be wavering only inches above their heads, like one of those cartoons were an anvil hangs on a thread about the coyote's head, all Brian or Tom managed to see were the endless possibilities the contents of that bag could provide them; the images of a future path different than their own dominated them, overthrew those young and impressionable minds.“We could just toss the duffel bag in the woods someplace,” Brian remarked; half sure of himself, half kidding himself.The look gave his friend spoke enough on its own.“This is fucked up.”“We can't just get rid of it – not now,” Tom told him.“Y
Then, Staunch saw the wide birch shooting up near the lake's edge. His heart pumped in short bursts, rapid, and then short, slow again; a combination of nervous fear and the traces of meth still beating around in his brain. Alex stepped ahead of Staunch, who straddled behind wanting to stay but needing to follow. The hole sat only feet away now, closer with each and every stumble. Any minute now they would be right upon it. Stopped for a breath, frozen even in the pulsing rays of daylight, Staunch collected his emotions, his swollen and frayed nerves like wounded and exposed electrical wires, and he caught up to Alex . The two men stepped in around the birch alongside one another, with its hollowed middle, and Alex knelt, no words, at the edge of a roughly bore hole in the muggy earth; a hole where once they deposited all their stolen goods, a hole now empty, void.“Why'd you push me in the fuckin' trees like that?”“I just told ya,” Brian said, “there were people comin' and I di
The car parked a few lengths away from them. Two men got out of the driver and passenger sides; they looked normal mostly. One man – tall, tattooed and fairly muscular, the type who spends his free time lifting weights and self-obsessing over the tone of their muscles, bronzed and starved to death – went to the trunk, as the other – smaller, not much, than the other, and with the look of still being in high school due to his teenage way of dressing, but donning a cane in one hand, limping considerably and aching from an obvious back injury – looked to be moving slowly towards Alex and Staunch. They both walked towards the waiting Firebird.Staunch and Alex each got out and greeted the men.The smaller one extended a hand. “You Alex ?” He shook Alex 's hand. Turning to Staunch he asked, “And that must make you – what's it – Stench?”Alex cackled a dry couching laugh. “It's Staunch, actually.”“Shit, sorry.”Staunch looked calm, but underneath a volcano boiled, bubbled fierce in
Brian understood. He knew now, and along really, what Tommy felt wasn't a mental illness, a real delusion making him paranoid and insane; they both felt it, in different ways. It was the yearning for a new and different life instead of the shit existence they'd both experience up until now. While Brian and Tommy tried to create their own identities and shape the future of their lives, no matter how savagely they fought to do so, they were and always would be inhibited by the families which gave them life, shackled to a dirty destiny. Their parents each were destructive and heartless people; more concerned with their own lives and failed expectations and schemes than bothering to worry about the tiny, lonely humans they created from thin air, leaving them to grow into ungardened plants with no discernible paths ahead of them aside from anguish, despair, torment, and days on this wretched earth long and hard as the road to Hell.This gauntlet of living is what truly made Tommy lie and c
Brian decided it best to save his breath for the walk out from the station, especially considering Tommy planned to dig in three different places all around the area. He kept seeing more money, enough to dive into like Scrooge McDuck, and the thought made everything else fade away.But Brian's conscience, the well of his soul, wouldn't let him rest comfortably. He knew letting Tommy's delusion go on was risky; for days on days now, near a week, Tom has talked of nothing aside from the treasure, pirates, and all the like, and it slowly consumed his sanity, each day that passed. He kept on letting Tom pursue the dream of a legend that most likely was not true, in the slightest, and his spying conscience eyed him, judging, and made him feel as if his entire body were slowly being torn into quarters, drawn by horses, his every fibre wrenched in pain. Yet nothing stopped Brian. He certainly made no real efforts to curb Tommy's lust for treasure hunting.He went on watching Tom, who took hi