An Assassin to a Knight (a DNF story)

Ch. 1 First Encounter

(art made by Ultimatedirk on Tumblr)

The sun's rays softly shone through the gaps between the trees, giving the smallest amount of light. the air was clean, the scent of flowers filled the air. The wind softly blew against the trees, leaving a lingering sound of soft leaves brushing against each other. Amongst all these things a George was walking and humming. His grace was always present, even walking in the woods. he stopped walking, closing his eyes and taking in a breath of the sweet air. George's brown hair glittered in the sun along with his soft skin. 

He looked around and sat down, taking his mushroom crown off. being the king of Kinoko Kingdom wasn't so easy. it was such an exhausting job to do. it looked easy, just sitting in a chair and being superior but it wasn't so easy. so many decisions had to be made and if one was made wrong...everything would crumble. George needed breaks here and there and he rarely got them.

George leaned back and softly rested down onto the grass. it was so warm and comfy. he never wanted to leave. he smiled and rolled over, playing with the grass. he noticed a mushroom was nearby, immediately crawling over to it. he layed down on his stomach and lightly booped it. a giggle emerged from him. George was such a sweet boy. he never was so mean and cruel when he met others. it was just how he was supposed to act.

George sighed happily, relaxing under the trees. he was about to drift off into a deep sleep when he heard a slight rustle in the brush nearby. Alert and ready, he shot up and hovered his hand over his dagger, ready to fight. He held his breath staring intensely at the bush. He saw a piece of golden hair peek out then shoot back down. He took a step forward and took out his dagger, pointing it at the unknown entity. "hey! come out. now" he yelled in a demanding voice. 

It was silent for a moment, just him standing there like an absolute fool. nothing..no response, nor any movement. Goerge started to doubt himself, backing down slightly, relaxing his body, and taking a step back. He closed his eyes and sighed, laughing at himself for being such a fool. but he was proved wrong.

A hand slid over his mouth, his eyes going wide. He immediately reacted, gutting the person behind him in the stomach. they backed up, giving him enough time to react. George swiftly turned around and kicked them onto the ground, stepping on the other and pointing the dagger at their face. man did those self-defense lessons come in handy.

The other stared at him, sounding panicked and scared. George stared at them, trying to figure out who they were. he has never seen them before but he had an idea of who they were. the person or...man underneath him had a mask on his face...a smiley face. odd? There were pieces of golden locks sticking out from under the mask. he was wearing a hoodie with an arrow pack on his back and a sword on his hip. he was an assassin...

this was very common for George. people always tried to kill him, trying their hardest to get ahold of the crown. But George never let that happen. He stared down at the other male, his breathing heavy. He glared at him and held his position, not moving, only pressing down harder when the other tried moving. George grabbed the sword and slipped off of him, now in Georges's possession. 

"Why are you here?" he simply asked in a cold and demanding tone. The other didn't respond, making George angry. He held the sword against the neck of the other and pressed down slightly. "Why...are you here," he asked once again....no response. George grunted in disappointment. the other coughed from the sword against his throat, shaking his head. George would have just killed him right then and there but he was being merciful, giving the male a second chance. 

George had made a mistake. The other had noticed him being soft for a second, taking the chance and sliding to the side, sitting up and grabbing the sword. George was taken back by this, no other assassin has ever tried this on him before. The other pushed George back, grabbing his shirt and shoving him against a tree. He put a hand over his mouth, making a 'shh sound as he took Georges's dagger and pressing it against his neck. already a trickle of blood started to drip down his neck. George gasped and struggled to get away. "well why does it look like I'm here?" the other answered finally. George struggled against the unknown assailant, all while staring into the creepy, beady eyes of the mask worn by the attacker. 

George was scared but he tried not to show it, glaring at him. He blushed softly as he stared at him, realizing the position they were in. He gathered himself together and managed to push him away, taking out his dagger and swinging it about. It grazed the attacker's hoodie, taking a piece of the fabric off. it fell to the ground slowly, nothing happening as they watched the fabric fall. 

George looked at the other and saw him back up, holding his arm. blood dripping onto the green grass. George breathed heavily, staring at him. he didn't move at all, staying in his fighting position. "who sent you-" he asked softly, his heart beating faster than a horse galloping. The other laughed slowly and winced slightly in pain from the deep cut in his arm. "WHO-"

"No one did"the masked attacker announced. He turned his head up to look at George. George looked so scared and he knew that George knew he looked terrified. He smiled, even though George couldn't see his face. George backed up as well, not knowing what he was going to do next, and not wanting to risk being so close to him. He saw the other was out of energy, being merciful..once again. hopefully, this wouldn't kill him. He sighed and relaxed, shoving the dagger into his belt as he stood 'tall'. 

"go-" he simply stated. he was nervous, really hoping he wasn't going to kill him. but nothing happened. the other male chuckled and shook his head, putting his sword back, showing that he accepted the other's request of backing down.

"go? you want me to go?" he questioned, holding his arm once again. George nodded, keeping a straight face. he was being nice knowing that the other, mysterious, male wasn't an extremely experienced assassin, and well he wanted to give him a second chance. many tried to kill him and usually got a good blow just not enough to kill him. but this one never really got anything from him. maybe just a small scratch on the neck but that wasn't compared to what had happened to him. "you're making a huge mistake......but....as you wish-' he mocked Georges superiority by doing a bow even though George had no real respect for the other. "your majesty" he chuckled before taking off, immediately disappearing through the trees.

George sighed and touched his neck, some blood transferring onto his fingers. he groaned in annoyance, looking around for his crown he had taken off. he saw a bright glitter, walking over and picking it up, putting it back on his head. he was surprised the assassin didn't try to grab the crown and run. usually, they cost tons and tons of money but he wasn't even remotely close to even grabbing it. George brushed himself off, glancing around. he saw something by the mushroom, gliding over to it and crouching slightly. it was the piece of fabric that fell...

he picked it up and looked at it, and flipped it around to see a stitched-on patch. it was a white circle with a simple smile on it. just like the mask he saw. George looked around before putting it in his pocket. George smiled softly, thinking it was kind of cute. no...no. stop it. he was just trying to kill him not to long ago. George forced his smile away and stood up, walking out of the forest. 

time to be king and sit in his oh so 'mighty' throne. George was terrified that the assassin was going to try and kill him again but..deep inside himself he knew he wanted to see him again....maybe. just maybe he might see him again and this time he wont try to kill him.