Vain: Upon An Hours Rest

Chapter 4: Lightning

          As I reach the bottom of the mountain I can smell the smoke in the distance. Then I reach the gate guarding this half of the kingdom and pass it. I can clearly see a burning Falador, a once thriving city. Falador was home to Gielinor’s elite soldiers The White knights, extremely skilled knights with the sword and shield. They also had to carry their full plated armor set to be ready for battle at any given time. These were sent to any city that couldn’t defend itself. Falador is also home to the Temple Knights. These were the best of the best. These knights were not called on for just anything. Nothing short of enemy invasions or, as of recently, a massive civil war could bring out these mighty 'God blessed' men of war. So as I walk by, watching the great city burn, I notice I no longer see soldiers. I see body’s with twisted metals everywhere littering this battle field along the north gate. I look to the north and see Ice Mountain and the abandoned catapults that were just used to attack Falador. 

           I head up the hill to were my horse should have been and behold, he is gone! I franticly look around. For some reason I’ve become attached to this horse the old woman lent me. I tell myself as soon as I find him my next goal will be to get him a proper saddle and some good food. Then it crosses my mind, the army from Varock, the Ironclad, had marched straight over this hill. They probably have my horse. I begin to think. If the army didn’t go north to cross over through the wild, and obviously not over the mountain, then they had to go south, to Port Sarim! With all haste I begin to run towards the south past the White City and then the short distance to the main port on this side of Gielinor.

          I see sails and hear an army in the distance. I come up on the port and for the first time I realize I could so easily be captured. I duck inside the tavern were there are three high up looking soldiers. I draw to throwing knives, and before I really even know a plan, I place them both on the heads of two of the soldiers with deadly accuracy. They both topple to the floor. The third, actually being the first I saw when I walked inside, draws his sword with deadly grace and charges towards me. As always the battle is a blur. Before I can swing my swords he kicks me in the chest and I vault over a table and into the floor, only managing to hold onto one sword. He stomps on my hand and through a wretched pain I let go of the blade and he kicks it away. He looks down on me with sickening glee, as if he is savoring the kill. He brings his sword down as I roll just out of the way and then back into place. He laughs out loud at my vain attempts to move and says, "Take your death like a man you coward. You killed those two with distance but you have no skill to take me on face to face!" With that he spits on me and swings again. My blood boils. For the last time I’ve been disrespected! I’ve ruled of Gielinor two different times, and been a proud knight and king. No one else will ever spit in my face again.

          The last thing I remember grabbing for a knife on my leg. When I come to I’m sitting at a table with the soldier lying beside me, His tongue lying on the table. I feel a little bile in my throat and i almost throw up but I have a task at hand. I have no idea how long iv been sitting here. One might say that's a bit foolish and over dramatic, but last time i opened my eyes it had been twenty five years since i closed them. i quickly strip the soldier of his cloak and run behind the tavern. change and leave my weapons behind a bush, and make my way for the Port! Thats when i spot the horse. He is being led over by the ship and tied to a post. I walk briskly, but so as not to gain attention, up to the dock. as soldiers see me they begin to give a strange salute, which involves holding ones elbows straight out and the rest of the arm straight up. I grab the horse and begin to untie when a sailor says, "Sir I'm afraid you cant to that." I put on the angriest look I can but instead of yelling I put on an angry whisper type yelling instead, the kind of under your breath type yelling,