War Of Conquest: Book 1

Chapter I Brynden

    As Brynden was walking down the road towards the sunset, he felt the warm summer breeze hit his face. He looked behind him through a tiny window in the back of the carriage, and saw the sun going down for Nightfall. He could barely remember anything, his memory was blurry as his head was pounding.

    My head is pounding... was I asleep? I'm still inside the carriage so that means we haven't reached Wolkanstow yet.

    "We're almost there, Lord Brynden," Ser Veran shouted. "We're close to Wavken Bay, once we've reached, it'll only take a little while before we reach Castle Wolkanstow. The reason we haven't reached the castle yet was due to terrible storms. I'm afraid you were asleep during the storm."

    "So, how come you're going to Lord Aerion's Castle," said Aemon Spring. "Do you need something from him?"

    "I'm going to talk to Lord Aerion about a loan of golden coins, so I can pay the Queen to take my Daughter out of jail. I'm not going to have my eldest daughter in jail, to rot there while the Queen and King are laughing and enjoying themselves in that throne they so sit on," Brynden said as he fidgets around his couch to find a comfortable spot to lay on.

    "Lord Aerion's heir, Marakas Wolkanstow murdered my brother during the siege of FolkWorth. Bastard should've died during the siege, if only my brother had been able to push through the guard unit, and reach Ser Marakas in time."

    Brynden turned back and looked out of the tiny window in the Carriage wondering what he should do about the Queen and King's false accusation towards his daughter for treason against King Daeron Valantis. Aemon Spring's hand reached for something on his waist, he pulled out a 7 inch dagger from it's sheathe, it was made with Dragonsteel, which is one of the rarest material to be mined in all of the Three Continents combined. There are only a few Dragonsteel weapons around. It is most commonly used by leader of clans and empires to show their pride as a warrior from a noble family. He pointed the dagger at me as he locked his eyes with mine.

    "Fear cuts deeper then Swords, but the only blade that'll do the most damage, is words that has an edge to it." Aemon said.

    The carriage has stopped moving, Ser Veran got off his horse and tied the a rope from the horse's neck to a tree branch. Aemon got up from his seat and went to the carriage door to opened it. Brynden got up as well only to find Ser Veran armed with a steel sword in his hands, it was aimed at a man riding a horse.

    Aemon's was already armed with his Dragonsteel dagger when he was pointing it at me earlier, Brynden thought as he looked at Ser Veran and Aemon who were both in fighting position.

    Brynden rushed back inside the carriage to retrieve his sword. As the mysterious man got off his house Brynden quickly took out his sword from it's sheathe. Quickly eyeing the man he saw that he had a beard that reached down to his elbows. Brynden nervously looked around him to make sure that there was no one else to ambush him and the others. For all he knew this man could have been leading a a bunch of men to their destruction. Ser Veran looked at Brynden as he heard someone's foot crunching on the fallen leaves behind him. He quickly turned around to find the man armed.

    Aemon swung at the man, and the man dodged. Ser Veran started rushing and vigorously swinging at the man trying to kill him before things get any worse. The man reached for something in his back pocket and threw it at Ser Veran. Ser Veran fell flat on his back with blood coming out of his knee. Brynden took a closer look and was shocked to find that the man perfectly threw a small knife at Ser Veran's knee, right in the middle of his knee.

     This man must be highly skilled at close range combat, as well as accuracy for being able to injure Ser Verans knee with one throw of a weapon, especially when the knife went right between Ser Veran's armor; between his upper leg and his lower part of the leg, Brynden thought.