The night was cold. The wind blew hard, reminding me that it was almost time for winter. A bad time to start any type of journey. But I embraced the cold as I lay on the ground with only a thin blanket to warm me. The wind was loud, so loud that I could not hear my thoughts. I faced the unsteady fire that provided almost no warmth and closed my eyes.
I was riding across the western plains when I saw her. She was the leader of a battalion of armed troops looking for me. She rode straight-backed and confident as if nothing could hurt her. Her long hair flowed behind her beautifully. The sight of her made me stop. I realized with a start that they were riding towards me. How could they have known? I had never revealed my face to anybody for a long time. Nevertheless, I tried to act normal, hoping that I was only overreacting. There was no possible way they could connect me to the crown reaper.
When she was close enough, I noticed that her eyes were a pale blue, like the afternoon sky."It is dangerous to ride alone in the Plain lands," came a voice. It was her. Her voice was deep but refined, like her features. I smiled thinly.
"With you and your people riding along, not so much now," I replied, my voice thankfully not cracking. She looked at me carefully, like she was trying to figure out something.
"What is your name, noble?" she asked.
"Walter," I answered a little too quickly. However beautiful she may be, this banter had gone on for too long. Perhaps it was foolish to wear a noble's clothes. She smiled, her teeth dazzlingly white against the sun.
"Odd for a noble to be riding all alone," A soldier behind her said.
"Perhaps he's a servant thief, who stole from his master's closet," said another. I realized I did not look convincing wearing a noble's robes while I had weather-beaten skin like a servant or a soldier. But all was not lost. I feigned the look of anger as I reached for my sword.
"Me. A servant? I'll show you the look of a servant when I beat you to the ground," I said menacingly. She looked at me curiously now, her eyes moving from the hilt of the sword to my face.
"I apologize for the lack of respect for my lord. If you allow us, we will be on our way now," she said as she turned her horse around. But before she did, I could have sworn that she smirked at me.
She didn't buy the act for a minute.
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A Warrior through and through
FantasyWhen Walter left his old life to begin a new one with the love of his life, he believed that there would be no need to use his god like powers ever again. He was wrong. Fifteen years later, his wife disappeared in battle, presumed dead by everyone...
