A Medieval Fantasy

Chapter 2 : Fit For King

Lord Hiadia's face turned from a pale white colour, to a deep red colour. He was enraged. More shouting was heard, and moments after the sounds of many swords being unsheathed, dead bodies starting to begin to fill the streets of Delucia. Lord Hiadia ran out of the castle and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Attack men! We must not let those Azgoth scum take over our beloved land!". Without a second of hesitation, Aylwin and Salis sprinted out of the castle with their weapins drawn. As soon as they got to the castle gates, they saw perhaps 100 Bloodcloaks running around, slashing off villagers heads, riding horses, and using powerful spells that only Azgoths army could ever learn. Dead innocent bodies sprawled everywhere, but the Stormcloaks were fighting back. Aylwin saw a Delucian mage get shot down by an Azgoth elf. There were so many Bloodcloaks, and they outnumbered the Stormraiders massively. Salis was trying to run in and help the few remaining Stormcloaks, but Aylwin held him back, knowing that if Salis went into the battle, he would most certainly be killed. By now, the river that seperated a few houses was full of blood, the bridge was destoryed, and the houses on the other side were on fire. That's when Prince Aylwin noticed the king of Azgoth. He was walking around slowly, no weapon to be seen, and looking at all the dead bodies. "Where is Lord Hiadia? I demand that he comes out now and faces me in a dual. If not, then we'll all come looking for you." Sure enough, Lord Hiadia, being the brave warrior he is, came forward from a house where he just saved a man and a woman from burning alive. The two kings studied eachother. Lord Hiadia spoke in a rather raspy voice, "I never thought you'd find the bravery to come and see me, Favian. That wasn't a wise decision. What do you want from me?". Lord Favian laughed a laugh that only he could do, an evil, cackly yet manly laugh. He only spoke 3 words, "I want you.". Lord Hiadia drew his sword, and took an accurate swing at Lord Favian, which he dodged by inches. Favian walked back and unleashed a firebolt out of his hands. Lord Hiadia dodged this spell by even fewer inches, and ran full speed at Lord Favian. His sword made a loud metal sound as it hit the crown of Lord Favian. Hiadia took another 2 swings, the first slashed across Lord Favians arm, and the second made a slightly deep cut into his stomach. By now, Favian was begging for mercy, and that he took back everything that he had done. Aylwin and Salis both knew that pleading with Delucia prestigous king was never a good idea. Lord Hiadia raised his sword, looked straight at the throat of Lord Favian, and pushed the sword down with all his might. But before the longsword connected with Favians throat, Lord Hiadia fell to the floor, not making a sound. Aylwin looked on as his father lay face down on the ground, a rapier sticking out of his back, through all his chainmail. There was no mistaking it, the king of Delucia was dead. Lord Favian managed to get back to his feet and he, along with the remaining 20 or so Bloodcloaks carried on into the city, trying to leave no survivors. Prince Aylwin looked across the street at his dead father, the man that ended so many lives over the years, and now his own life had been ended, by none other than the king of Azgoth, Lord Favian. He didn't want to do it, but he knew its what he had to do if he and his best friend Salis were to survive. The Bloodcloaks were out of sight now. Aylwin and Salis stood up from the market stall that they had been hiding behind, grabbed two of the dead villagers bags, gathered some food that had been undamaged, but sprawled on the ground, and then they ran out of the gates of Delucia.