The Slayer of Satyrs

Chapter 1: The Hunt

The morning was young, I was still in bed, woken up by the light in my window. As I stood up, I realized what day it was, the hunt, the final test before I am knighted into the order. I got into my armor, ready to begin the test. This was it, my moment to shine, the culmination of several years of training. The day was here, I Arthour, would be appreciated for my years of practice. I seethed my long sword, and prepared myself.

As I went towards the hunting grounds, they change every year as the magical creatures there move as well, I would have to hunt one and bring its corpse back, so the order may don its horns on my helmet, or its fur on my shoulder, or its skull on my chest plate, I haven't got a helmet yet, since most bring back a horned creature, they forge the horns into the helmet when they return.

As I set out I was thinking what I would kill in the forest, I saw what I thought were unicorn tracks, I was sure that after three months of preparation revising magical creatures and their tracks, I was convinced it was a unicorn. I followed the tracks towards a clearing and crept up on a half-human half-goat and I killed it. I then dragged its corpse back to the instructors, what followed was a series of bluffs:

Shit, I got so caught up in my success that I forgot, I have no clue what this thing is.

Arthour: "Guess what I killed."

Dark Knight Lawrence: "Uummm, n... I mean of course I know, it would take a moron to not recognize that corpse."

Dark Knight Constantine: "Uuuuuuughhh, ummm, yeah ive seen those before, very interesting biology."

Suddenly a large figure walked calmly to the area and saw the situation, but only noticing me.

Dark Slayer George: "Aahhh, a test of your knowledge, can you identify this creature Arthour?"

Shit, how do I dodge the question?

Arthour: "Why yes I was just asking Dark Knights Lawrence and Constantine to try and guess it."

The Slayer, now noticing the sweating Knights, stops and finally speaks:

Dark Slayer George: "You two don't know what that is do you?"

The two Knights are visibly shaking as the Slayer gives them a disappointed look.

Dark Slayer George: "I am disappointed, I was your mythical creature lessons supervisor and you cant even remember the name of the creature whose horns I wear on my helmet?"

I then suddenly remember the name of the creature whose horns he wears.

Arthour: "Its a Satyr, its not like its an obscure creature."

Dark Slayer George: "Out done by a trainee, well, not any more, when is your knighting?"

Arthour: "In two fort-nites, sir"

Dark Slayer George: "Non-sense, Ill knight you my self, tomorrow."

With this he left, and the two Knights, congratulated me on ass licking.

It was the next day I got ready and left my room to get my helmet, now with horns. The two Knights of the previous day met me in the halls, with the greeting of "all mighty Slayer of Satyrs" "why should we bother with the Knightly title, the way you lick ass you'll be a Slayer  in no time".  I ignored them and moved on continuing towards my knighting, this is the moment I have been waiting for my whole life. The moment that begins my carrier in the Dark Order.

I went in to the room, armor, helmet and ceremonial robes. The room was lined by nobles and high ranking Dark Order members, Satyrs as I had read up on are apparently rare, but popular among nobles. The nobles looked at me with curiosity. The Dark Order members with calculation. I walked up, knelled, and was knighted by Dark Slayer George.

After the ceremony I was approached by a noble.

Lord Crowman: "Listen, I am looking for a dark knight to accomplish a task for me."

Arthour: "What is the nature of this task?"

Lord Crowman: "My son got into a feud with another noble over a woman, she said she cant decide so they have to dual, the asshole only went and faked injury and got a Light Knight to represent him out of pity. I need a Knight to represent my son when he fakes his injury, and i'm willing to pay for it, 4,000 silver coin standard if you win."

Arthour: "For you, agreed, I would be honored to accept you're job.

Lord Crowman: "Oh by the way, I dont think we introduced ourselves, Im Lord Crowman, and you?"

I thought for a moment.

Arthour: "The other Dark Knights call me The Slayer of Satyrs"