Sorardia, the Tale of an Outcast, King, and Inventor

Chapter 7: Break-Out (Phillip)

I waited. And waited. And waited. For a few days I've waited, practically starving, with only very little water to drink. Guess my father really is what Cleaver said. A fool. Not to be trusted. Not like my grandfather. Not like me. Just a man who would rather have power. A corrupt man never comes out alive. Never survives the next battle that he is faced by. He falls like a pyramid of cards when blown by a light wind. "Excuse me? Sir?" The door opened. It was Fireeze. I was astonished how he recovered so quickly. At least he was a good friend. He and Fire, whom the king allowed to visit me from time to time. She was quite nice. A healer in the group she said they called,"The New Legendari." I then looked at Fireeze's armor and gasped. Already at the rank of commander of the army. Must be because of the pain he went through and the king did something noble for once. Felt like he owed him. But maybe Fireeze had other reasons.

          "What's up?" I asked absentmindedly. I was definitely bored.

          "The king wanted me to check on you. He's gotten word of a break out that's gonna happen here. I'm gonna have to stay with you until we have assurance there isn't any, quote on quote,'danger'." He didn't sound convinced that there was any danger. In fact he seemed ready to see what the, as he put it, "danger" was. We talked about what was happening outside my room. Fire was getting forced to bring the king's food to him. And had to dance that would probably make her uncomfortable. Not inappropriate, but uncomfortable. As in, not normal clothing dancing uncomfortable. I guess he lets her change before coming to see me. Better than the other to me. The king is starting to amass a secret army, and has told Fireeze to gain more soldiers, by forceful means if necessary. But as we were talking a knock at the wall, of all places, sounded. I looked out the window to see a face I didn't recognize. The man motioned me to back up, then ducked down from the view of the window. I backed up and told Fireeze to do the same. As we did so, the wall just caved into the room. The man had an interesting armor set. All black, black mask over his mouth, dark hair, blue eyes, and he was holding two sticks, that had some intricate designs that seemed like they were glowing. Fireeze stepped up. "State your name, rank and purpose," he commanded.

          "Is the formalities really necessary?" He questioned, amused. "Fine, if you must know I'm Ben, my rank is Knight's Wing, and my current purpose is to get the soon-to-be King of Sorardia either out of here or get the current king into a prison down below." Both me and Fireeze blinked. The Knight's Wing? How? Never mind he's here to get me out. No time to question.

          "Fireeze lets get out of here!" I commanded.

          "Not without my personal squadron!" He answered. He went out the door and towards the barracks.

          "I'll go with you. Come back to get him and his squad!" I told him. I stated for the totally open wall, noticing that the inside of the wall had Imbirian Obsidian plate within the wall. How did he just blow through the wall. He saw me staring at the inside of the wall. He chuckled.

          "What is the weakness to Imbirian Obsidian?" He asked. I thought for a few moments until my education hit me.

          "Argrenian Steel!" I told him, excitedly.

"Exactly. Argrenian Steel can be easily broken by fire. But can easily break Imbirian Obsidian. Kind of a double weakness and strength," he said, impressed. At least I think he was impressed. I then started walking again, but stopped about three seconds after.

          "What about Fire?" I asked. "Who's getting her?"

          "Cleaver is. Don't go after her, he has more skill and more rights to get her than you," he commanded me. "No offense."

          "None taken," I replied.

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          I walked up the long flight of steps. Why did the castle's throne room have to be built on such a tall hill? The hill is practically a tiny mountain! Ugh, I'll just have to continue on up there. Once I got up there I didn't knock on the gigantic door. I just kicked it open, careful not to put too much force into it and break the hinges. I had a split second to see the king jump. And who else was before him but Fire, in clothing I know she wouldn't be wearing unless she was a slave. That caused my blood to boil. I started walking towards the king, noticing how he was scrambling to get out of his seat and go behind it. "Kill him! Kill him now!" I heard him yell. Some soldiers with pikes, spears, and halberds came rushing me. I pulled my sword from my back, and upon the start of the battle I just completely obliterated their attacks, parrying them into their allies attacks and slicing about three in one slice. All in all, their were fifteen unconscious enemies on the floor in twenty seconds. The king very audibly whimpered, much louder than I would've expected. Fire ran up to me, and I embraced her. When we let go, the king had finally gotten out from behind the chair. He had a cane with him, and he didn't look scared at all. He tapped a button on the side of the throne. How did I know there was a button? I heard the click and hum of electricity coming on. Must've been an old motor. Needs replacing. A small hole opened on the armrest of the chair and the king thrusted his cane into it. There was some sound of a saw whirring, and he then pulled out, not a cane, but a sword, double edged, gleaming, and was tinted blue. Watorian Cobalt. The same metal as the shoulder pad on my right shoulder.

"So the pacifist pulls out the sword?" I said, bemused. "How predictable." I raised my sword, challenging him to some combat. "A pacifist wouldn't even own a sword now would he?" He lunged. I sidestepped and brought my sword down. I expected him to be slashed through and fall to the ground, but he parried. "Ohoho! The pacifist is good with the sword!" I sheathed my blade, and pulled out my Shadow Scimitar, and Golden Shortsword. He looked startled. "Surprised I have three swords?" I said. Always keep an extra sword or two so you aren't weakened. I started barraging him with attacks, going from right to left to both to up and down...finally I knocked away his sword, kicked him to the ground and kicked his chin with the heel of my foot. "Go find your original clothes and armor," I told Fire. "We're leaving soon and what you're wearing now wouldn't help you if you were in a battle." She nodded and headed towards a door. It was time to leave.