Medieval Wars

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story inspired by the song about a series of duels between medieval knights for the hand of the princess and a mysterious, black knight.

Submitted: July 14, 2016

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Medieval Wars

 

The air hummed with anticipation as the crowd awaited the arrival of the knights. Men were betting, women were gossiping, and children chased each other, squealing with laughter. All of a sudden, trumpets blared, signaling the coming of the knights. The people quieted and returned to their seats and all turned their eyes to the dark tunnel, through which, the knights were to enter from. All seemed to br holding their breath as they heard the footsteps of armored feet. A giant cheer rose up as the knights stepped into view, squires by their sides holding banners high in the air. They marched to the front of the arena where the royal family was sitting and kneeled to the ground. The king welcomed everyone and announced the start of the tournament. The winner, he also said, would recieve the hand of the princess. The princess stood and smiled at the knights. The knights knew it would bring much honor to their families if they won. But they could also lose honor for losing. They knelt there, thinking of their families who were counting on them. They each knew what was at stake. The knights stood and moved to the outer edges of the arena. Knights were called to the center to face off and they stayed there, waiting for the other to strike first. Then, seemingly at the seme time, they attacked. The tournament had now begun! The crowd cheered and moaned as the knights won and lost matches. The competing knights were getting fewer and the matches grew more intense. Each understood that everyone was not only competing for the princess but also for the honor that their families would recieve. They all fought bravely until there were only two knights left. One was the brave, boastful, favorite and the other, a clever and humble young knight who only wished for the honor and respect that his familly would recieve. As they circled one another, the sound of approaching hoofbeats could be heard. Everyone looked to the dark tunnel and saw a knight in black armor ride up on a black horse. All was silent save for the black knight's horse who pawed at the ground. The black knight swung down from his horse and everyone strained to hear his words. He announced that he was there for the princess and demanded her to come. The older knight protested and ran at the black knight with his sword unsheathed. The black knight seemed not to notice until the last moment when, in one quick movement, he pulled out his own sword like a flash of light and stabbed the brave knight through the stomach, pulled it out, and let the knight fall dead to the ground. The crowd gasped and watched, transfixed, as the young knight threw a gauntlet to the ground in front of the black night, challenging him to a duel. The black knight accepted the challenge and they moved to the center of the arena. The young knight was clever and knew that he had to let the black knight strike first, so he did. The duel was long and mighty and loud, each fighting for the upper hand. It seemed to go on forever, unchanging, until the black knight finally fumbled a tiny bit and the young knight stabbed him through the stomach, just as the black knight had done himself. The crowd cheered and the king's voice could just barely be heard announcing him the championo. The princess smiled at him approvingly and the young knight pointed his sword to the sky and shouted, "Victory!"

 

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