Story Of A Knight Novels & Stories

“Think positive, Ash. You could stumble upon a guy like that, you know.” “And you have to remember, I never go for the rich and famous,” I said. It was my thing since Kevin Moore. In my version of a fairytale romance, it’s the brave, honorable knight who took home the princess, not the spineless prince charming. The rich kids I went to school with were all bullies, with nothing to show for themselves, except for the flashy gadgets and cars that their parents gave them. I swore off guys like Kevin. He taught me not to hope that I would be enough to hold his heart or attention forever.

But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely Knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade,— There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight! And that unknowing what he did, He leaped amid a murderous band, And saved from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land! And how she wept, and clasped his knees; And how she tended him in vain—

“The knight beat that dragon up, huh, zio?” I nodded, patting his hand while trying not to laugh. “Settle down, Spar. You will wake the entire castle.” I chuckled, beaming at him. I loved his energetic personality, but sometimes he could be crazy. “Yes, the brave knight killed the dragon and ran up to the top of the tower to rescue the princess. However, there was a magic spell on her door. The young princess could only be saved from the tower by a powerful king, and the man was only a simple knight. He had to leave her behind until he could find a way to become king.” My voice lowered in sadness, feeling a single tear slide down my cheek.

So I do the only thing I can possibly do at this moment, end his suffering; I draw my carbine and shoot the dying boy’s head, which is soon followed by a kick to the face from the knight in front of me. … “The only son of Caesar that has the right to be a successor is the son that has served as a Knight of Remas.” It was something that was taught in every school house. A Knight was a hero, he was what every young boy aspired to become. But these knights that were standing in front of me weren’t real knights; they weren’t the war heroes that every soldier cheered for whenever they rode into battle. These were the arrogant scum that everyone secretly or sometimes openly disrespected, the Dwyle

“Draynon, what really happened? About the death of the Royal Family and apparent treason of the Galadon Knights and their being outlawed. There are all sorts of stories floating about and we are taught to hate the Galadon Knights from a young age. We are told stories about you to scare children into minding their manners. Eat your greens or the Galadon Knights will come a gobble you up, they say. Some tales even insist that the Katrall family must be despised also. How much of that is true?” Draynon grunted. “Most of what you hear is little more than fairy tales. I’ve heard some of the stories. They get the dates about right but little else.” He reached into a draw and pulled out a

Kael remained quiet after what the knight said. “I once served him. To be honest, I hated King Muradin more than him.” The grand knight said. “Then why are you doing this? You could just help me kill him.” Kael grunted. Grand Knight Bryle laughed and said, “He’s my king now, kid. And I was given orders. A knight is loyal to the crown.” The banner man suddenly turned to the grand knight. “It’s only one mile now towards Casterfall, sir. Soon, we will be entering the dark woods.”

“I’m just trying to help. I’m not here to steal you, sell you, or do anything you don’t want.” “I don’t trust red-haired witches,” the gnome growls. “Neither do I, mate,” Caleb agrees. Jackass. “I could take you back to Hell and release you wherever you want,” I suggest. “Or somewhere on Earth?” “I am Knight and I do not need a commoner’s help,” he tells me, holding his head high for a second, then it drops with his expression. He seems sad. “I may not have any family left, or royals to serve, but I am still a knight who is destined to fight for justice.”

She really is an energetic girl. After I invited them for a campfire, somehow, almost everyone in the household have gathered together to hear the story. Except the knights of course, I sent them away for information gathering. So we gathered and I told them about me consuming a poison and now it is stuck in my body and I have to find a cure quick before I die in less than a month.

“That’s correct, isn’t it, son?” Nodding, Knight’s eyes flash with satisfaction as he gives me one last look before allowing himself to be led away by his parents. After that, everything was a blur as the auction began, and just as promised, I found myself being bought by Knight’s father, but this wasn’t some damsel being saved by the prince story; instead, I simply ended up leaving one hell to find myself in another, Hunters Moon, where the Dilano’s were known for being ruthless and easily killing those who didn’t benefit them.

The men surrounding that area all ran for their lives. “It is Sidapa! The God of Death is destroying Kaptan’s castle!” One of them blurted to the others. “Go get some help!” he demanded, but everyone was preoccupied by my rampage. “Die!” A random knight attacked me from behind with his spear. The look of despair slowly devoured his face when he realized that his weapon didn’t even penetrate my skin. I glouted at him and snapped his spear into two. Then I grabbed his neck and squeezed it until the bones around it cracked. The other men were horrified when their fellow knight went limp.