The Knight of Eborros

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Back To Where It All Began

Submitted: September 17, 2018

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People from all over the city begin to gather out in the streets. Men, women, and children. The city is bursting with life as all come from all over to witness the parade through the streets. Acrobats, jesters, mages, and knights marched through the streets performing many feats to amaze the people of Lorburn. The people look on with amazement and awe. The Acrobats danced and bent waving their long silky ribbons through the air, the jesters performed their joke and silly routines to entertain the children, the mages cast fire and lightning into the sky in shapes of mythical beast and the knights marched ever on down the road wielding the many banners of the royal houses throughout Eborros. “Look” someone shouted. “Is that the emperor”? Another mumbled. Trumpets blared as the carriage moved through the street with the sound of steel and wood wheels moving along the cobblestone road. The emperor was waving to the citizens. Off in the distance guard’s run around and through crowds of people screaming. “Get down off there you damn kid!” one guard yelled. Upon the nearby rooftops a boy was running cross them and away from the guards. The boy laughed and jumped on the next roof in front of him. Once he got his footing he began to run across the roof heading toward the town square. The guards chased after him continuing to shout and yell. The emperor’s chariot made its way down the road. Turning up every street people had gathered on, then down into the square were the main event was going to take place. All the people made their way down the hill. All the performers were gathering into a large group and began to put on a show of flames and magic. As the show came to its conclusion there came a loud clank of metal as the guards came running into the square shouting and grasping their swords with clenched fists. “There he is!” A guard shouted. The whole crowd turn to see a boy running across the roofs of a nearby building’s. He stopped and turned. He saw that the whole town was watching him, so he pulled down his pants and mooned the guards and all the people. People gasped and were appalled at the boy’s actions. He pulled up his pant laughing, then turned and jumped over to the next building but fell short of the ledge. With a yell he came crashing down into a cart that was pushed aside for the parade. The guard quickly ran up and surrounded the boy. “Got nowhere to go now do you!” one said kicking the boy in the stomach. “This will teach you to steal from the watch!” another said continuing to kick the downed boy. “Scum like you should just stay down in the slums where you belong!” as the boy attempted to get up. The men continued to beat the boy. The crowd watched on as the child was being kicked and beaten. Several of them yelled for them to stop but the beating continued on. The boy continued to attempt to get back up on his feet. “Stay down!” The guard reached down and grabbed the boy’s shirt and lifted him up. With a swift punch across the face blood spat from the boy’s mouth. The metal of the guard’s gauntlet was dented from the impact. He let go and the boy fell to the ground. Limp and lifeless. The guard pulled out his sword and lifted it above his head in an execution style. “ENOUGH” a voice come bellowing out from within the crowd. The large crowd that gathered parted to see where the voice came from. There stood the emperor. Dressed in a long red robe, around the neck sat white fluffy fur patterned with small spots. Draping down from under the fur fell two long gold braded strings. An elderly man whose color has left his well-groomed hair. He sported a thick but small white beard. “Lord Fendrel.” A guard said in surprise. “What do you think you are doing” Fendrel demanded. “This…this boy has been stealing from the watch. Weapons, food and other supplies” He answered. “And this gives you the right to beat this child and attempt to kill him in the streets. In front of all these people!” Fendrel shouted. “Also.” But before Fendrel could finish something caught his eye. His eyes drifted to behind the guards standing in front of him. The boy was standing, dripping blood from his nose and mouth. With an eye swollen shut, he stood there staring ahead breathing heavily. He had a chunk of wood from the cart in his hands ready to fight the guards before him. Fendrel walked around the soldiers and knelt in front of the boy. “Bring me a cloth” he said. One of the guards grabbed a cloth he had tucked in his belt. Fendrel began to clean the boy’s face. “Where does it hurt”? He asked. “I’m fine” the boy said. “I don’t need your help”! He shouted. “Fine.” Fendrel said. He sat back looking at the boy. “Well if you don’t need our help, how about a name”? He asked. “You do have a name don’t you boy?” He asked. “Riken.” he responded. “Well Riken do you have any family here”? Fendrel asked. “No…not anymore” he responded. “They died in one of the border skirmishes in the south. Been an orphan ever since”. Riken said. Fendrel closed his eyes and took a deep breath in and slightly nodded. “I see something in you Riken. Something that I have not seen for a long time in someone your age. At least not for a long time. Courage. Of course, that’s mixed with a little foolhardy. But it’s there. And that sort of feat shouldn’t be punished. But rewarded and nurtured. We need more people with courage and a dedication that you seem to have.” Fendrel said. “If you’d have me, I would like to extend an offering to you. Instead of running around in the streets and stealing from your fellow man, why not join the Citadel”? Fendrel asked. “Why would I do that?” Riken questioned. “Food, place to sleep, special training.” Fendrel responded sarcastically. “I think it would do you well.” he followed up. “What do you mean by special training?” Riken asked. Fendrel smirked. “You would be trained on how to be a warrior. How to fight and protect the ones you care about or will soon come to care about.” He answered. “My lord, you can’t be serious”? One of the guards asked. “He will probably continue to steal. You’d be playing right into his hands!” He continued. “No. He will not. Bayard would see to that”. Fendrel responded. “Bayard”? The guard question with surprise. “Yes, and if you question my decision again, this boy will have your job” Fendrel responded with authority. Riken snickered, Well, you’re a little old for the citadel. But with a recommendation from me, I don’t think there will be any problems. Fendrel said. “Come let’s get you cleaned up.” He said standing up and extending his hand out to the boy. Riken looked up at him then down to the extended hand in front of him. He dropped the wooden plank he had in his hand, and his began to rise and move towards the emperors. It paused with little hesitation then grasped the open hand before him. The people around began to mutter and talk again. Surprised to see this low peasant boy touching the hand of the emperor. Then emperor turned and put his hand on the boys back and began to walk guiding the boy towards the carriage he arrived in. “return to your post.” the emperor said to the guards climbing up into the carriage after the boy. He stopped just before getting in and turn around to the people. “Please do not let this event ruin this grand festival. Today we celebrate the Flaremoon. Let this be a day of happiness and family, not of sorrow and pity. Let us remember that day we became free from our shackles of enslavement and give praise to the gods who helped guided us to this land we call home. Eborros”! He yelled out to everyone. The people began to cheer and shout. The music began to play again and the performer’s started dancing and casting magic. “Take us back to the and the horses started to pull the cart down the stone road. As the carriage moved further and further away from the festival, Riken was looking out the side windows watching the people dance and sing. He knew his former life was now behind him and a new chapter was about to begin. The carriage moved through the town down many different roads and pathways then turned and began to go uphill. Riken’s head was looking in all direction then, a glimmer out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. He turned and faced the large marble white palace encrusted with a gold trim around its edges. Spires shot up from all over it. Towers stood surrounding it in protection. Thick walls surrounded it on all sides with guards patrolling all along the wall. A large dome around in the middle where the grand central chamber lay. “The Kings Hill Palace.” Fendrel said.



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