The Knight of Eborros

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

Chapter 3 (v.1) - Bayard and The Citadel

Submitted: September 17, 2018

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Riken stared at the large building with awe and fear. Something about this place seemed wrong. Different from any other place from around town. It felt as though the skies above lost their light and only the shadows remained. Riken turned to face the emperor. “Come. Let us be on our way” Fendrel said. He started to walk towards the building. The sentinel’s followed closely behind the emperor, heads always on a swivel to watch for any potential threats to the emperor. Riken’s body hesitated, not wanting to get any closer to this fort of dread. He closed his eyes and breathed in deep, and when his eyes reopened the fear was gone. Pushing it down deep inside himself he forced his body to move. Taking his first step towards the blackened fort. As they all moved closer to the citadel the large wooden doors creaked and cracked as they began to open and a small regiment of soldiers came walking out to greet the visitors. The two groups kept growing closer and closer until they were only a few feet away from each other. At the head stood when seemed to be the leader of the group “Bayard” Fendrel said with glee. “My lord, it’s been a while” He responded. The emperor extended out his arms and hugged the solider, they embraced and with a firm pat on the back then parted. They began to talk as if they haven’t seen each other in years. Riken was watching this newcomer, assessing everything about him. His stance, armor, how he talks hand gestures. He was a tall slender man, wasn’t built like a typical solider. He looked like he would be better at scouting then fighting. His armor a dark brown leather-like material with metal studs and fittings scattered around. Bands of leather seem to wrap themselves around his chest each stacking on the one before. His shoulders coved with large rounded harden leather plates that extended over his upper arm as well. With a small gap in armor revealing skin underneath the armor resumed covering his forearm to his hand leaving his fingers exposed. Possibly to grip a sword better. His pants a black cloth-like material and boots matched the armor covering his upper body. Riken could tell he wasn’t like the others in his company. He preferred comfort to protection. While talking to the Emperor, Bayard’s eye saw something out of the corner. Mid-conversation he stopped and turned towards Riken. “Is this the boy you told me about” He asked. “Yes, this is Riken” Fendrel replied. Riken bowed his head greeting Bayard. “So, you’re the one that caused all that commotion a few days ago.”? He asked in a sarcastic question. Interesting he muttered to himself. “What do you want me to do with him”? He asked Fendrel. “I want you to put him through the sentinel training” Fendrel responded. Shock came across Bayard’s face. “Are you sure about that”? He asked. Fendrel turned and looked at Riken. He smiled and turned back to Bayard. “Yes. I would like this boy to become my fourth sentinel” He told Bayard. Now Bayard was caught in complete surprise from the response he had just heard. “Sir you know really nothing about this boy. I don’t think that is a wise idea.” Bayard protested. “This decision is mine and mine alone to make”. Fendrel said in an authoritative tone. “And besides I do know this boy. Because I have gone through this before”. He said looking at Bayard. Bayard lowed his gaze smirking. “This…is true” Bayard said with acknowledgement. He turned and looked at Riken. “Have you ever used a sword before”? He asked questionably. Riken shook his head no. “I never had a need to use one”. Riken said. “I see” Bayard said stroking his chin in thought. “Well before we get too far into this conversation, why don’t you all come inside. We can grab something to eat”. Bayard said motioning for everyone to follow him. The regiment turned and headed back through the doors. The emperor and his men followed suit. Riken was the last to start walking towards the citadel. Bayard stayed next to the emperor and continued to talk to him. They made their way into the stone structure, as they passed through the doors they came into a large rounded chamber. Doors both to the left and right leading into other parts of the fort behind the wall. Four large wooden pillars rose from the ground and into the next floor up supporting the structure upright. Touches were lit all around the circular chamber and sever armed guards were standing watch keeping an eye on all who enter the citadel. As they passed through the first chamber, they came into a well-lit stone hallway. As they walked down the hallway, Riken noticed there were holes in the floor every 15ft or so. “Why are there holes in the floor”? Riken asked. “In case the fort is ever invaded we can drop iron gates down from above trapping the enemy in the tunnel and allowing our archers at the other end to shoot arrows down the hall” Bayard answered. Riken was surprised at the answer. He had thought they were some sort of drainage system. Faint noises could be heard coming from the end of the hall. The sound of metals clashing together. As they made their way down the hall the light from outside seemed to become brighter and brighter. Riken began to squint and hold his hand up. When he stepped outside all became clear. “This is our primary training ground” Bayard said aloud. Scattered across the courtyard where four different groups. One was for sword training where they had racks of different varieties of swords lined up. There were six students sparing with one another, their sword clashing together in almost a choreographed manner. Another was an archery course, arrows lay scattered about and pierced into the walls and dummies alike. Students were lining up to take shot down the range at their target dummy’s. The next was an obstacle course covered in metal bars and wood planks for the recruits to climb over and under. There was water in some areas and some of the construction raised high into the air. Several recruits were run at a time trying to reach the best time. The last area lay the furthest away from the first three. Only a hand full students were around this area. Two students were facing each other in an arena like ring. Each had their swords drawn. “Why are they way out their”? Riken asked. “Well…they tend to cause the most trouble for the citadel” Bayard answered. “How”? Riken asked. “Just watch” He replied. Just then the two students swung their swords out wide and they began to glow with a purple hue. And with a swing forward, unleashed lightning from the ends of their bladed. The blots clashed into each other and sparks flew all around from where they impacted. Streams of electricity began to hit the walls and crash into the ground splitting the dirt apart. The sound of lightning crackling could be heard from the end of the complex where the young mages were training. The bolts disappeared as fast as they were made. The students sheathed their blades and bowed to each other and walked out of the ring. “Wow”! Riken said in awe. “Those were intense. The street performers have nothing on them” He followed up. “Those street performers only know basic magic. Never came here to be trained in how to use it properly and to control its power. They could never reach the level those kids will when they complete their training”. Bayard said. They all stood watching the next pair of students gather their equipment and step into the ring. But before they could begin their practice session Bayard gestured for everyone to follow him. They turned and headed down into the training yard. As they made their way through the citadel Riken was watching everything that was happening. From the archers shooting arrows to the cadets swinging their swords. For some reason, this…excited him. For the first time, he was excited to learn these ability’s. To have something to call his own. The group came to a door on the far right on the training ground. Bayard pushed open the door and they proceeded inside. When they all moved in, they came into a dimly lit room full of long wooden tables. Most of the light in this room came from the few windows along the outer wall. A few touches hung from the three pillars that ran down the middle of the elongated room. They moved to the first three tables closest to the door they came in. Riken sat across from Fendrel and Bayard. The servant approached them and began to take down their orders, starting at the farthest group and working up to the door. Everyone placed their order and she left to return to the cookhouse. “Well now that you have seen the citadel, what do you think of it Riken?” Fendrel asked curiously. “It’s very impressive” Riken responded quickly. “Would this be something you would want to become a part of”. Fendrel asked. Riken paused before saying anything to think about his response. All this did interest him but was this the life he wanted to live? “Think long and hard about your answer Riken” Bayard said. “I am willing to teach you everything I know, but you have to be willing to learn. I will not waste my time trying to train someone who isn’t will to give it their all” He followed up with. “If you do this Riken and pass, you will become a sentinel. You would serve and protect me” Fendrel said. Riken quickly looked up at the emperor then his eyes drifted down to his hands that were resting on the table. He turned and looked outside, he could see through the window the two mages sparing off in the distance. Their flames collided with each other in a bright orange and red blaze. He turned away from the spectacle and looked at the emperor and Bayard, his eyes moved in-between them both. His eyes settled and he looked right at Bayard. “I’ll do it. Ill become one of the Sentinel's” Riken said. Yes, the emperor said aloud shaking his closed fist with excitement. Riken smiled, and for the first time in a long time he was happy about the decision he had made. “Pack up your things then Riken. You’re moving in” Bayard said with a hint of excitement in his own voice.


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