The Lion's Wrath

Remembrance 2

Wolve's-Claw paused before stretching his tightened back cracking calcium deposits inside. Oskar stared in awe marvelled at the tale woven by the monstrously powerful warrior who stood mere steps away from him "I wish to be this strong one day. To stand up to any man no to stand up to any army singlehandedly." He thought to himself. Wolve's-Claw released a slight chuckle and  continued on his tale as though he had heard Oskar's innermost thought. "I was yet again left all alone by night's end Death's Clutch was gone. But I had been ordered back to the Kings base so I had to go. I travelled there but was quick to key on being followed as my followers were not as stealthy as they should be. So that night I set my trap and switched my bedding with a dummy as I waited in a tree nearby. Four men soon snuck upon " me" with daggers drawn and began to raise their blades as to my surprise my very commanding officer from Death's Clutch came forth with a dagger and struck the first blow upon "my" head.

  Soon as the blade came down I struck swords drawn I came down slicing the first two down before any knew what happened. In the blink of an eye I had sliced the second pair of attackers down as well. My commander was all that remained and he stood speechless before I quickly hit him with the blunt end of my blades knocking him stone. After tiring him to a tree I roused him asking my firmer commander why he turned on us to which his answer was far too simple "I simply did as our Glorious King had ordered dear boy. You and Death's Clutch had become too powerful to let live." I froze completely appalled by his answer. I realized I truly served a False King. "Did you really think Our Master would let you a mere peasant be as powerful or more so than He? After killing their False King I was to be given full commands of their entire army but I had to kill you and all of Death's Clutch...." Those were the final words he ever spoke as I sliced off his head that very moment. Picking it up and putting it in a bag heading off once again.

  The following day I met a man named  Alistair Tresbull who was a mere private in my false King's army and found him to be a man of honor so I posed the question "What do you think would happen should our King die?" Alistair simply looked at me and said "I suppose we would have to get a new king but why would you ask?" I simply looked at him and said "I was the strongest soldier in our Army, in Death's Clutch, I served honorably and followed every order to the letter and do you know what I got for that service? Betrayed by Our Glorious King himself for fear of our strength and my power. He order our entire unit and myself to be executed by our own unit commander in exchange for control of the opposing army. I alone survived. Last night my commander tried again to carry it out. This was but his only reward." I said as I took my former commander's head out of my bag and showed it to him. "I plan to place this upon the fence our Kings camp I only tell you this as I feel you're a man of honor capable of becoming a True King." I then placed the had back into it's bag as we continued a little ways forward. After a short of time in could feel a mix of anger and fear so in said "You don't have to join my cause of you wish not too Alistair I will not force you to join if you shan't wish it. Yet in my opinion you'd be a very good King in a few years time." We rode a little further before Alistair said to me "Wolve's-Claw I accept your offer but there is no way you alone could best the King and all of his forces. You know this right?" I stared forward before bursting into laughter and said "Milord while I thank you for the concern I wish to put an end to these chaotic times with as few casualties as possible. My strength alone should be enough to stop this war. I know it sounds arrogant but if I am gauging my prowess properly as well as the Kings remaining soldiers I don't foresee loss. However I do ask that you take refuge in the barracks and wait the battles end. I ne'er could forgive myself for letting you be struck down for my fight."