Awakening

Chapter 13: Disgraced Knight

Chapter 13: Disgraced Knight

“AND TELL HIM, THIS IS A GIFT FROM ME!” the yelled echoed in his head as he dazed against the victor. He sluggishly looked around and saw that he was surrounded by a group of knights and a long haired warrior. Wearing a green tunic and armed with an evil smile, the warrior took out a knife, holding his head. When the warrior was ready, it dug the knife into his cheek.

As the dagger met with his skin, the warrior slowly engraved her initials into his cheek. He didn’t feel the pain before, but now for some odd reason he could feel the excruciating pain as it was carefully travelling over his skin. He wanted to flail and scream, but he felt a tremendous force binding his arms and legs to the ground, while his mouth was covered by a cloth.

After the first initial was engraved, he could feel the blood trickle down his cheek into the cloth, where he tasted his own blood. He remembered looking around to see if anyone would help him but the people were all too terrified to move an inch. Instead he heard the maniacal laugh of the warrior blocking out all of the sounds. It was all too clear for him, the laugh was of a sadist, who seemed to be enjoying every moment.

The dagger reached the other cheek and once again started to write. The stinging sensation was more intense than the first time and she put more force into tracing her other initial. He tried to scream and struggle out of whatever was holding him back, but it was no use. The grasp was even tighter and he was now gargling on the blood that feel from his cheeks.

“GRRRRRRRRRAHHHHHH!!!” a youth quickly sat up and threw the pillow across the room. He woke up in a cold sweat and was breathing heavily. It took him nearly a minute to calm down to his original self and once again looked around to see where he was.

Back in his room… everything was scattered but he was in a bed. He closed his eyes in relief for a brief second. Damn this dream… why the hell does this dream… keep coming back?! He lay back down and slowly touched his face, rubbing his cheek and remembered.

He felt the scars that were left by that warrior who had disgraced him of all his knighthood. The R that was left on his right cheek refueled his rage and anger. A reminder of what she did to his pride. The S was the sourness he felt towards her and to others. She was the cause of everything bad that happened to him after he returned to the Kingdom…

…

His brigade of knights have left the village where he was lying down on a cart being pulled by horses. He remembered that it was a sunny day and was being baked from the sun under that armor and the scars left from the battle. Being dazed, he saw that his group surrounded him, many of the lower ranked knights walking on foot while the higher rank ones were on horseback.

The second in command knight, Patrick, was leading the party back to the Kingdom. Once it was in sight, he lifted up his hand and everybody had held their positions. Getting off the horse, the knight went back to the cart to check on him.

“Commander Matt,” he spoke up, “We are coming closer to the castle. It may take another hour or so before we arrive at the castle gates. We are currently taking a short break so that the foot soldiers and our horses can freshen up.”

Matt slowly nodded his head and cursed in disgust.

Patrick was surprised and didn’t expect the Commander to talk. “Commander! You… you can speak now?!” he spoke loudly which caught the attention of the others around him. Soon, everyone in his brigade flocked around the cart.

“Give me… my sword…” Matt slowly said sitting up with an arm supporting him. “How… how dare she…!”

“Commander, you shouldn’t!” the knight went in front with his hands out. “You’re not in fighting shape to even sit up, never mind lifting up your sword!”