The Hero

Chapter 29

Nam'ill walked over just like the first time the Champion had met him. In his ever so boasting state, the knight continued to show off his gleaming sword upon his spaulder. Though, there was something new under that visor that was entirely different than the last time. Something that could not be seen with metal blocking its grand appearance.

"Ah, is this the commander from the—" one of the men began.

"His Majesty's escort, yes," Nam'ill interrupted. Instead of stopping, he only continued toward the gate.

"We haven't decided on that, yet!" another man exclaimed, with the rest falling into arguing bouts.

The Champion snorted as he cocked his helmet from side-to-side. He knew there was a hidden agenda behind Nam'ill's sudden return. With all he had done to Shimmer, it was obvious he was no longer a trusted ally. Nor was he ever.

Though, it was common news the Champion would be here, it seemed. The whole kingdom knew of his decision. Why Nam'ill nor Shimmer came to his coronation ceremony was still unclear. It was probably because they lacked the courage to come, or Nam'ill just told her not to.

"I served with this man side by side on the battlefield," the Champion decided, taking up his great sword and pursuing an unstopping Nam'ill. The men behind him went silent in confusion. "He is the best candidate I could ever hope for. Let this mission be blessed from the Gods in all their generosities, for a gift has indeed been passed down already from them."

At his words, the Champion chuckled. He had heard kings talk before, and they always spoke in a tongue as that. They acted so smart, but in reality they were incredibly stupid. It was enough to make a common man think they were smart, however.

Once the two knights stepped foot out of the gate, which had a pair of silent guards standing by, the Champion could feel the breeze slapping against his armor. One look upward confirmed the man's words from earlier—the sky was clear for all the eye could see with no chance of rain. Heat had little effect on him, for the cold always prevailed inside of him.

"It's like I'm walking right next to the sun," Nam'ill remarked, through a huff. He had stopped and taken the time to scan around him. There wasn't much except for an open field and trees in the distance. As well as a tree just standing there. It looked too old and pathetic to even stand on its own, but nature had its way apparently.

"You have come out here not on the goodness of your heart," the Champion spoke coldly, seeing Nam'ill withdraw his rather aimless scan of the land. "What is it that you seek? Revenge? Quenching your rage?"

"Truthfully, I am not sure of why," Nam'ill answered bluntly, while clenching his left gauntlet in front of him. "Whether it be guilt of letting you embark on this journey alone or perhaps a desire to recollect the old days of our journeys." He chuckled. "Maybe because I want to die in a honorable fashion, for what other time is there better than this?"

The Champion glanced behind him to check if anybody was eavesdropping. A few were looking his way, but none were close enough to even hear their voices.

"You are not permitted to die," he decided, shifting his attention back to Nam'ill, who was still examining his left gauntlet. "It is far too selfish to go through with that. Do you know how wrecked Shimmer will be—"

"You don't know anything about her," Nam'ill cut him off in irritation. He let his gauntlet drift down and shook his head. "I don't either, though I wish I did. She gives you all these chances to change—she forgives you far too much." He looked over his shoulder, his visor relaying brutal honesty by how frozen, though menacing it was. "Both you and I know you won't change. Even she does, yet she still clings onto the most childish dream anybody could possibly have."