As the sun’s golden rays crept into
the navy-colored sky lighting the clouds with soft pinks, Richard crouched
behind a tall chimney watching as the guards did their last rounds for the
morning, the two chatting as they scanned the woods border.
Keeping his
eye on the guards Richard crept towards the edge of the roof he’d spent the
night on, his joints stiff from sleeping on the hardwood. There were only a few
meters between him and the forest, so when the time presented itself he would
have to make his getaway quick, it shouldn’t be too hard being know knew he was
there.
Rubbing his
neck, removing the aches, Richard continued to observe the guards as they
rounded one of the houses, moving onto another section of the border.
‘Now’s my
chance.’ Richard thought,
securing his mask and cloak hood before descending from the roof, ducking and
rolling when hitting the ground, thus causing a small cloud of dust to form
around him.
Still in the
shadows of the house, Richard took one last look around before dashing into the
open street between him and the safety of the forest.
“Hey! You!” An
enraged voice shouted from behind Richard, a sharp slicing sound was soon heard
as a weapon was removed from its sheath.
Risking a
glance behind him, Richard’s eyes widened when he saw the angry solder take
chase, his sword drawn. ‘Where
did he come from? I was sure they had left.’ Richard thought, keeping up his speed but drawing
his sword ready to defend himself.
The sounds of
heavy armor fast approaching rang in Richard’s ears as he lifted his sword to
block an oncoming attack, it was just in the nick of time as his sword just hit
the tip on the guards, only slowing the blow enough for him to roll out the
way, the weapon swinging past his face.
Quickly
getting back to his feet, Richard resumed his attempt at a getaway, his feet
slipping slightly against the gravel. He hadn’t planned on having an encounter
with one of the King’s men, especially in broad daylight.
A stabbing
stinging sensation ran over Richard’s arm sending waves of sharp pain through
his body as he saw the shine of a blade fly past his shoulder embedding itself
into a nearby tree out the corner of his eye.
Hissing in
pain, Richard tried to ignore the wound in his arm as he continued to run for
the trees the feeling of a warm substance running down his arm forcing him to
grip the injury in hopes of stopping some of the bleeding.
The sound of
heavy footsteps and the ringing of his beating heart rang in Richard’s ears as
he picked up on the faint sound of another blade being drawn from behind him.
‘I have to get
out of here.’ Richard
thought as he passed the tree line, cool shadows of the early morning passing
over his sweat-drenched body as he looked for somewhere to hide. Just because
he was somewhat in the safety of the trees doesn’t mean the guard chasing him
would give up.
Richard ran
for what felt like hours, but what ended up only being a few minutes. His
heartbeat against his chest as his lungs burned for the extra air he struggled
to breathe in through his fast gasps for air, the mask didn’t help, but it was
the only way to keep his identity safe.
‘I have to
lose him, and quickly.’ Richard
thought as he looked behind him, eyeing the guard up, the heels of his feet
aching with every step he took.
Hurriedly
looking around him, Richard’s spotted one of the sections of the forest that
was known to be denser than the rest, therefor the sun at this time wouldn’t
penetrate the leaves as easily.
Removing a few
small blades from the pouch strapped to his hip, Richard threw each of them at
his pursuer, forcing the other man to stop and deflect the attack with his
sword; the small knifes bouncing off of the mettle embedding themselves into
the ground.
Seizing the
small window to escape and get a larger distance between them, Richard headed
towards the thicker part of the forest weaving between the large oak trees
hoping to slow the guard down due to the heavy armor he wore.
Richard ran
for a while and only began to slow when the guard's footsteps began to fade off,
he knew there was still a large chance he was still being followed, but now
that he had time he had to think of a plan to shake the man off of his trail.
Going into the
thicker part of the forest seemed to have helped a bit, but it wasn’t doing the
trick. “Man, Damien’s guards are persistent...” Richard huffed, when he looked
behind him to see a bulked shadow running towards him, the sound of his mettle
plating rolling through the air.
Sucking in a
long breath of air Richard quickly resumed his running when he felt himself get
pulled back by the arm. Panic washed over him when he felt his back get
forcefully pushed against a tree, a hand quickly covering his mouth muffling
any shout of fright that could have escaped him.
The man in
front of him lifted a gloved finger to his lips signaling to keep quiet as his
dull green eyes looked in the direction the guard was coming from, the scar
that ran along the side of his neck fully visible.
Richard
couldn’t see due to being behind the tree but he could tell from the footsteps
that came from behind them just a little while longer and the guard would be
right on top of them.
Looking up at
the man who stood before him, Richard watched as he closed his eyes his face
calm as his hand rested on the hilt of his sword, counting down the
seconds.
The two of
them remained there for what seemed to be a painstaking long few seconds as
they both listened to the guard's footsteps as he began to get closer and
closer.
In one fluid
motion, the man ran forward removing his sword from its sheath, the sound of
metal slicing through the air was the only sound that could be heard before the
thud of a body hitting the ground met Richard’s ears.
Wincing
Richard remained behind to tree for a few seconds, listening out for the sound
of mettle, but it was only silence.
Coming out
from behind the tree Richard looked down at the guard that now lay motionless
in the grass, the blood seeping from his neck staining the grass crimson.
Richard could
feel the sick feeling in his stomach slowly rise to his throat as he looked
down at the body, the guard's once dark skin now a ghostly pale. He hadn’t
meant for anyone to get hurt, let alone get killed. Sure not everyone is
perfect, but they're still wasn’t any need for him to die the way he did, for
all he knew the guard could have been a lower tear villager just doing his job,
trying to bring in what little money he could make.
Forcefully
removing his gaze Richard looked up at the other elf that stood over the body,
removing the blood from his sword with a stained cloth. ‘No emotion? How’s he even able to do such a thing
without wanting to hurl your guts out?’ Richard
thought guilt lay heavy on his shoulders. His eyes follow the other elves' movements
as he leans down closing the guard's eyes, remaining there for a moment his
head bowed. ‘I guess that’s
what happens when you live through a war, you don’t feel pain I guess, a kill
is a kill, nothing more.’
The loud
scrape of metal rang through the air as the other elf stood, sheathing his
weapon, his gaze moving from the body to Richard, who met his eyes only to look
down at his feet soon afterward.
“What...are
you doing here, Ryan?” Richard asked, the words leaving his mouth sooner than
he could stop them.
His mask and
cloak hood now removed from his face Ryan stood there for a moment seeming to
contemplate on what to say, the displeased expression on his face not going
unnoticed by Richard, as the morning sun peeked through the canopy above,
highlighting his face.
Letting out a
long sigh Ryan turned to look at Richard again as he calmly spoke, “I was out
here looking for you.” As he spoke the anger he was keeping in check slowly
began to come through his voice. “Your father and mother didn’t leave you in my
care just so you can go get yourself killed.”
“You didn’t have to come looking for
me you know?” Richard mumbled, his eyes landing on the body in the background
again, the churning in his stomach only getting worse.
Crossing his
arms Ryan lifted a gray eyebrow, “Well when you don’t turn up for nearly an
entire day, I begin to assume you’ve gotten yourself into trouble...again.”
Looking where Richard was Ryan’s eyes landed on the body a few feet away from
him. “And I was right to believe so.”
“Did you
have to kill him though? Was it really necessary?” Richard snapped pointing
towards the dead guard.
Sighing
heavily Ryan nodded. “What else did you expect me to do?”
“I could have
lost him among the trees.” Richard reasoned, pointing around him.
“And then
what?” Ryan asked, leaning against one of the many trees, the emotionless
expression remaining on his face.
‘What does he
mean by that?’ Richard
wondered, his face going blank for a moment. If he did lose the guard in the
trees then they both would have been allowed to go home.
“Let’s put
this in a way you can understand,” Ryan said lifting a gloved figure. “Okay let’s
say I didn’t get involved and you managed to lose the guard. What would have
ended up happening, is he would have returned to the king and reported what you
had done, thus ending with the king ordering half of his men to search the
forest, ending up with us being found, and possibly killed.”
‘I didn’t even
think of that...I could have gotten us killed if it weren’t for Ryan.’ Richard thought, looking away even more guilt
coming over him.
“I think I’ve
gotten my point across, let’s just put this behind us and continue with the
day...” Ryan said walking over to Richard.
Reaching into
the satchel strapped to his waist Ryan removed a bottle of water and some
cloth, which he handed over to Richard who took it confused.
“I’ll stay
here and take care of that.” Ryan pointed behind him at the body before
continuing, “You go get yourself cleaned up and then go check on the traps.”
“Okay...” Richard
mumbled putting the bottle and cloth in his pouch.
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