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TITLE: Aragondia By denica mac 05/02/06 |
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“Everyone longs for a hero, even the hero himself.”
Aragondia
By Denica McCall
Sweat trickled slowly down the young boy’s brow after a hard day’s labor in the massive wheat fields. As the sun finally sank below the horizon, he wearily hastened to collect his daily pay from his only source of hope during these gloomy days. This was Mr. Brigham Maxwell, the grumpiest and most lazy farm master in all of Aragondia.
“You lazy piece of filth!” cried Mr. Maxwell, “Why do ya take so long boy? No pay for ya today! ... Now get outta here!”
This is how the poor boy had been treated his whole life, like filth and trash, and he was merely a decade old. That lonely night he found himself once again trudging along the narrow path in the darkness of the night, but this time, with no jingling in his holey pockets after his diligent work on the farm. At last he approached his little musty cabin in the middle of the woods, where to his surprise, a group of three dirty village boys stood in the doorway.
The tall one with long dark hair said, “You are nothing! When will you get a life? There is no way I’ll associate myself with you anymore.”
The tired boy recognized the tall one as his only fried Esmond. He was betrayed, hated by all the world, or so it felt to him.
The boy’s eyes suddenly widened, and he felt a harsh blow to his stomach and then his head, and he was down. It must have been the other two fellows, shorter but stronger, whom he had never seen before. But he was clearly knocked out. He was also alone, hurt, and sad, and had been all his life. He never had any idea what had happened to his family. And he only had himself to trust in now.
Eldin Blade jerked up from his sheets, out of breath. He must have been having bad dreams again.
Eldin was a young peasant of about twenty years of age who lived in the land of Aragondia, in the town of Corbin. He had been an orphan all his life, never knowing who his parents were or how they died. Eldin was strong-built, most likely from all the difficult physical labor he had done on Brigham Maxwell’s farm. He was mid-sized in height, and had straight dark brown hair that reached his ears. He had learned to survive on his own in these hard times, living alone in an old small cabin in the placid woods away from the boisterous city. Eldin had a scarce amount of pence, but it would do to keep him alive. He learned to appear quite content with his life, but in his heart there was always a deep desire to discover who he was and his place in this dark land. He knew there had to be more to life than just maintaining survival.
Long ago the land of Aragondia had been ruled by a virtuous and noble king, Ethildre. But evil rulers from the North called the Ravyns brutally slaughtered the good king, along with his family, guards, and servants, and forcefully took over Aragondia. The high Lord Zebedee took over the palace, while he placed a general to govern the town of Corbin and one to govern the western areas. Ever since, the Aragondians were governed and oppressed by these tyrannical enemies of the Light. This is the world Eldin Blade lived in. The upper classes lived happily for the most part and believed their lives were good, but deep inside, each one of their hearts was crying for a deliverer. Eldin knew this, and he did not deny his cry.
Abruptly, Eldin heard a clamorous pounding on his door. It was quite unexpected. He quickly threw on his worn white shirt and slipped on his tall black riding boots, then rushed to the door, still out of breath. He opened the door cautiously, not knowing who to expect. Who could be way out here at this time in the morning? He was certainly not glad to see the man who stood in the doorway. It was Esmond, who had been converted to the side of the Ravyns as a young boy. Sadly, over time, he became one of them. He wore the long black cloak with the raven symbol and was holding a parchment rolled up like a scroll. He held the parchment up high and read it aloud in a bold voice:
“I hereby pronounce that all peasants living in the town of Corbin will pay me one third of their daily income, the only exception being they do not have a job. Signed, General Arthur Crowe, of the Ravyn Army.”
“What do you think you’re doing with that, Esmond, betrayer of my trust,” said Eldin in a sarcastic tone. “I can’t believe you’re actually one of them.” He changed his tone and looked away, for he was getting teary-eyed.
Esmond politely became more sincere as he said in a softer voice, “You can’t change what has already happened, Eldin. You know that. It’s over between us; you’ve known that for a long time. This is the only life for me.”
As the tears rolled down, Eldin said calmly but clenching his teeth, “Just go; I’ll pay the bloody taxes! … Just leave… send someone else next time; and better yet, don’t let any of your people ever come here again!”
Esmond gave a jerky nod and quickly made his departure, trying not to let his emotions overtake him, for he was a soldier, and he had his duties.
Eldin slammed the door and lazily walked over to his disheveled bed, falling on his knees. Why me? Why am I betrayed? Why do I have to be reminded? Why can’t life be better…? I can barely live as it is, but more taxes? Why? The tears continued to fall.
It was a day later, and Eldin was business as usual. He had managed to acquire enough pence when he was young to buy himself a horse, which he rode to Maxwell’s farm every morning. It was a beautiful brown mare named Shadira. Today was a shorter work day than usual, so Eldin decided to take a ride into the city to shop in the market. He bought some fresh potatoes, some cheese, and a couple loafs of bread.
As he slowly walked along to get back to Shadira, enjoying the cool night air, a band of Ravyns were passing by. The Ravyns were greatly feared, and for a good reason. They could do virtually anything they wished to peasants and lower classes. Eldin saw a poor mother with her little babe run out of sight as they passed, and a plump shop owner began minding his own business pretending to be infatuated in a book. Eldin just stood and waited, and when they were gone, he spat on the ground with a bitter expression. He hated what the Ravyns were doing to Aragondia; he just couldn’t stand it. It’s about time someone does something about them. But who will? We can’t live like this forever.
Shadira was waiting patiently where Eldin left her, tied onto a post by an old barn. He tied his goods onto her back and then mounted her. Shadira peacefully trotted all the way back to the cabin, where Eldin quickly got into bed, worn out from the long day. As he drifted off he muttered to himself, “Where is the light? God, I don’t know if you’re out there, but please, bring back the light to this dreary place. I can’t live like this any more. Please show me there is some hope.” Then his eyelids closed, and he was dead asleep.
There was a beautiful palace, and in it was asleep a tiny prince, no more than two and a half years old. Suddenly, what seemed like a hundred dark figures rushed passed the prince’s window. His little eyes bolted open, and he was breathing hard. And then a scream. A struggle. It sounded like his father. And that was it. A flash of images seen through small eyes, hardly understanding what was happening around him.
Eldin woke up quite early in the morning, though he was not sure exactly why. What a strange dream, no sense at all. He walked outside to find it was cold, dark, and the sky still lit with bright stars. He resolved to go back to sleep for at least another few hours, so he would be rested for a hard work day. As he lay back down, shivering from the cold of the night, a dark shadow moved quickly by the window. Startled, Eldin caught his breath. It’s only the dream again. What is wrong with me?
To his surprise, Eldin found a strange note on his door when he finally awoke. Who would do this? It read:
“The prophecies foretell that the infant son of King Ethildre will one day be our deliverer. Everyone longs for a hero, even the hero himself. Good sir, please do whatever you can to find Ethildre’s son. He is our only hope.”
That’s peculiar. Why now? Who am I to receive this note? And who in the world wrote this? Eldin didn’t even know the King had a son. He was puzzled, bewildered. This whole night was a blur of confusion. He decided to just put it all behind him for now and get on with his day. Turning around the corner of the cabin to reach Shadira, Eldin was startled at the sight before his eyes; so startled, he jumped nearly two paces back, eyes widening, breathing hard, heart pounding. Sitting right next to the mare was a man, asleep. Eldin had never seen him before. He warily walked toward the man, who had a short gray beard, slightly graying brown hair, and raggedy old clothes. He softly kicked the man’s side to wake him up, then swiftly stepped back after the man jumped; he was awake.
“Oh! It’s only you. Don’t scare me like that!” said the strange man.
Eldin had no idea who this man was, claiming to know who he was. “What is your name? Why are you here? Did you post that note up? Why? Tell me!” Eldin exclaimed in a harsh demanding way.
“Whoa whoa whoa, slow down child. You will know all in time”
“What? Stop talking to me in riddles. You make absolutely no sense. Who are you? And what is with that bloody prophecy? There is no son of King Ethildre, and if there was one, nobody knows that!”
The man said smoothly, “My name is Gibson. For nearly eighteen years I have been kept as a prisoner of General Arthur Crowe. The only way he would set me free was if I became a soldier in the Ravyn Army. So I pretended; he sent me off with one of those hideous cloaks. I was to be a guard, patrolling the streets. But I came here, looking for your help; I know you work for Brigham Maxwell… I went to his farm… I asked who his most faithful worker was… he said it was you, though otherwise he did not speak highly of you… I am practically the only one who knows the King had a son; so I am looking for him; I know he will deliver us. Don’t worry, you will know all in time.”
Of course, this only confused Eldin more. I don’t understand. Who is this guy?
“How do I know I can trust you? I’ve only had one friend before…” Eldin’s expression and tone shifted from anger to sadness. “…And I was betrayed… I cannot allow that to happen again.”
Gibson slowly stood to his feet. Eldin saw that he was much stronger and taller than he appeared sitting down.
“You just have to make the leap. I know I can find the prince.” He began speaking more earnestly, “Do you know of any others who work at Maxwell’s farm?
Eldin responded suspiciously, “I suppose I can take you to the farm with me today… but if you make one move that gives me the impression you are not to be trusted, I will slit your throat myself! And you must tell me who you are that you know so much and why you wish to speak to the workers.”
“Very well. I cannot tell you who I am quite yet, but I will tell you, it is very likely one of the workers is King Ethildre’s son.” His voice had a serious but dreamy sound.
“You are crazy,” Eldin said as he rolled his eyes, “But I suppose I can help you. I have nothing else to live for… c’mon.”
As he said this he mounted Shadira and motioned for Gibson to follow. Gibson put on the black Ravyn cloak he was given just to be safe, and then climbed upon his new black horse, named Shadow. The two men galloped away through the crisp morning air.
The grumpy old farm master hobbled out to the fields, pipe in mouth. He was mumbling to himself madly, “Where is that boy? Late again! What am I gonna do with him? What?”
“William, have you seen Eldin today?
“No, sir, I’m afraid not.”
At that moment two riders appeared at the other end of the field. Brigham Maxwell shouted grumpily, “There you are boy. What do you think you’re doing late, huh?” He had a sudden look of surprise, not noticing the black rider before.
“Oh, I’m sorry soldier. What can I do for you today?”
Gibson explained loudly, “I’m just here to talk to your workers. I have been sent to question them on matters not concerning you. This kind gentleman whom you directed me to last night gladly escorted me back here.”
“Ah, yes, we’ve met before. Of course, of course, go ahead. Don’t let me keep you from your duties, sir… But you, you idle boy, get to work now or you’ll receive no pay for a week!”
“Yes, sir,” said Eldin, with his head downcast.
Maxwell hobbled back to his little house, shaking his head. When he finally closed the door behind him, Gibson leaned over and whispered clearly to Eldin, “You just get working; I’ll make my way around. I see a fellow over there that looks curious.” He pointed to the left. It was William.
“That one? You don’t think he is the prince do you? He is the most stuck up worker I know of, and he hates me. It cannot possibly be… but go ahead. I’ll speak to you later; you can tell me if you have discovered anything at the end of the day.”
“Very well. Where shall I tie my horse?”
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“Sir, we’ve searched the streets up and down. Gibson is nowhere to be found.”
“I knew it!” exclaimed General Crowe. “He lied! That traitor! Search the outskirts of Aragondia. Find him. Go!”
“Yes sir, right away.” The stout soldier marched off determinedly.
There were two Ravyn camps, posted on the North and West edges of Aragondia. General Crowe was in the North Camp, which was located on the border of Corbin. It was a desolate area, except for the hundreds of dark tents dotting the ground for several paces, and the many fire pits, most of them burnt out at this time of day. There were also several sturdy black horses not being used at the moment in some stalls on the East border of the camp. General Crowe briskly walked inside his tent and sat down. He had an evil look in his eyes as he lit his pipe. “When I get my hands on that man… I will rip his bloody head off! Who knows what trouble he could cause?” He shook his head with a sinister expression.
Evening had fallen, and Eldin and Gibson were outside of the cabin roasting some wild rabbit for supper. Gibson still wore his Ravyn cloak because it was a cold night, and Eldin wore a thick dark green one to protect against the wind. Eyes intent on the cooking rabbit, rubbing his numb hands together by the fire, Eldin began to speak calmly.
“So… did you discover anything interesting today?”
“Well, none of the names seemed right, although William sure had the look.” He sighed. “William… that wasn’t his name, it couldn’t have been.”
“Why won’t you tell me who you are?”
“You never told me who you were, did you?
“You seemed to already know,” he said sarcastically.
Gibson gave a shrewd chuckle. “I don’t know your name. What is your…” He stopped. The sound of footsteps was near.
“Quick, hide behind the cabin,” whispered Gibson. He knew the Ravyns were looking for him; he had to think fast. Eldin had a questioning look in his eyes, but he obeyed.
The footsteps were approaching. Gibson could make out who it was.
“Good evening, Lieutenant Faulkner.”
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I was just keeping the man who lives here in line, sir. He tried to steal some apples from the market today. But he has sincerely repented. He told me to go ahead and cook some rabbit for supper.”
Lieutenant Faulkner said harshly with a sneer on his face, “Pathetic excuse, Gibson. You’re coming with me. General Crowe wishes to see you.”
“Very well, I will report to him and continue with my duties.”
“You will do as you’re told!” he yelled. “Get on that horse and follow me, now!” He pointed to Shadow, who was getting restless.
“Yes, sir.” On his way to Shadow, Gibson quickly glanced over to where Eldin was hiding. He looked like he was ready to jump out and pounce on the Lieutenant. Gibson slightly shook his head, enough for Eldin to see. He was willing to take any punishment necessary and then return to his quest. He knew what he was doing; he did not wish to cause any more trouble than was needed.
When the two older men were gone, Eldin cautiously came out from behind the cabin. He glanced around suspiciously. So that’s it? He’s gone. What am I supposed to do now? Heck, I could’ve killed that bloody Ravyn right then and there! He sat back down by the fire and began picking pieces off the rabbit to eat.
General Arthur Crowe rushed out of his tent and saw the two riders enter the camp.
“Hah! Well done, Faulkner.” Lieutenant Faulkner dismounted, and so did Gibson. “You may retreat to your tent now. Let me deal with this scoundrel.”
“Thank you, sir. I will obey.”
General Crowe turned his attention to Gibson. “Do you have any idea what you have done, Gibson? Huh? What have you to say for yourself? Speak!”
“I have nothing to say. I will follow orders from now on, sir.”
“How can I believe you?” he shouted. “Hmm… Perhaps a little beating will keep you in line?”
“No sir, please…”
With an evil grin General Crowe continued, “Yes… just to make sure he doesn’t do it again.” He sounded as if he was talking to himself, then he looked up. “Come with me!”
Gibson reluctantly followed. He knew what he was in for. He didn’t even ask me what I was doing. He was led far away from the tents, over to the west border, so that no one could hear the screams. As they came closer to the spot he was to be beaten, Gibson began shaking in his boots and sweating profusely, which matted down his hair. A hawk circled above him, giving a deafening screech. What an evil place this is. I wish I didn’t have to come back. Light!
Two huge guards were there waiting in the darkness. General Crowe had obviously planned this before now.
“Take off that cloak and strip to the waist!” He did as he was told; he started to shiver uncontrollably, though still sweating. Then one of the guards tied his hands to a post. He panicked, breathing hard.
General Crowe commanded the other guard, “Give him twenty lashes. That ought to teach him a lesson.” He leaned back on a tall tree, wearing that sinister grin on his face again. Gibson waited for what seemed an eternity, until the first lash was laid upon him. He yelled; the pain was unbearable. With each stroke, his desperate screams became fainter and fainter. When it was finally done with, he had sunk all the way to the ground. He was weak, helpless.
“Untie him, and help him to his tent! ... Tomorrow, Gibson, I will give you new orders, and if you are wise you will obey!”
Dawn arrived at last, and Eldin jumped out of bed with no hesitation. He had been rolling from side to side and shivering all night long because of the coldness. It was mid-winter; it could very well snow anytime soon. But it was not just the weather that kept him awake. He had so many questions in his mind. So much had happened in the last few days. Why now? What’s going to happen to Gibson? For that matter, who is he? Why am I involved in all this? A prince? Well, maybe I have something to live for now. Just maybe. Or I could be crazy.
Eldin pulled on his warmest pair of breeches and an old long sleeved shirt, and then threw on his thick cloak and riding boots. He decided to take a brief walk around the woods just to have some time to think. He brought his bow in case he saw some deer or rabbit to hunt. As he stepped outside, he pulled his cloak tighter to himself. Right then he looked up and saw a hawk circling above him, screeching; then it flew away, just like that. The sight made Eldin shudder; he felt as if an evil spirit had just passed over him. Light, is something bad going to happen?
Other than that morning, the rest of the day was quite normal for Eldin compared to the past couple days. He worked hard, collected his pay, ate supper by himself, and went to sleep. Gibson did not return.
In the North Camp Gibson was still recovering from his beating. That day he was made to do work around the camp, such as cooking for all the men. This is what he had done as a prisoner. He was too weak right now to go out and patrol the streets; besides, he was not trusted anymore. Night had fallen, and Gibson lay in his tent on his stomach.
“Sir, do you need anything more?” A plump nurse walked into the tent. “Some warm tea, maybe?
“I’ll be fine Gwynn. You have done all you can for my back. And I am not thirsty. Goodnight.”
“Yes, sir. Goodnight.”
As Gibson lay there on his firm bed mat, he made plans in his head of how to get back to that farm boy, and how in the world they could find the prince. He has to be there. He just has to be. Times were changing. Darkness was thicker than ever lately. Now was the time for good to triumph again in the land.
Abruptly, there was a flash of lightning. Then the thunder came. And the rain began to pour down like millions of little pebbles falling from the sky. There was no way Gibson could fall asleep. He stood up, wrapped himself tightly in a wool blanket, and stepped outside. He was instantly drenched, his hair dripping with wetness. Falling down on his knees, he looked up with a pleading face. He began to cry desperately. I have to get out of here. If I wait until tomorrow, they will keep a close eye on me and I will not be able to get away. I must go now. God, if you are there, please … help me!
He decided not to go horseback, for he would make too much noise. He went back inside his tent to grab a shirt, cloak, and his sword, and to put the blanket back. Then he rushed back out to the horrid storm; and, weak as he was, he slowly made his way through the darkness. It would take all night to reach the cabin on foot.
It was difficult for Eldin to sleep again because of the storm. He tried to wrap himself up in his only blanket as the wind whistled through his broken window. The thunder was constant, and the lightning made the room as bright as day. When morning finally came, the rain had subsided greatly. As he was preparing Shadira for departure that morning, Eldin saw there were several trees that had fallen down or branches that had broken off. Thank God nothing fell on the cabin! But then he saw something else, which was far more frightening. He rapidly made haste to the body, sprawled out between two trees.
“Gibson!” He slapped his face to see if he would wake up. “Gibson! Wake up! What happened?” Eldin put his ear to Gibson’s chest to see if his heart was beating. It was, thank God! But he did not wake up, so Eldin hastened to pick him up and carry him into the house. It was not an easy task. But he managed it; he set Gibson carefully on his bed and wrapped him up.
“Gibson, c’mon, you have to wake up.” Eldin was to the point of tears, though he didn’t know why. I hardly even know this fellow. Gibson’s eyelids slowly began to move, and he gave a faint grunt.
“What happened Gibson? Why were you out there like that? And why did you come back? You could’ve got yourself killed!”
Gibson answered faintly, “I came back because you were a friend to me. And I need your help. Besides, I am willing to die for my cause.” His voice was barely a whisper.
“Why were you lying out there like that? What is wrong with you? You must be sick.”
“What? Oh…” He grunted. “I must have gotten struck by lightning. Light, this could’ve been my last night alive. Surely God must be watching over me.”
“I won’t go to the farm today. I will stay and take care of you. You’re in pretty bad shape, man.”
Gibson chuckled and flinched. “Yes, I suppose I am. Thank you. I will forever be in debt for your kindness.”
“Just sleep; you’re clearly worn out. Later I will give you tea and supper.” Gibson’s eyes shut, and he fell fast asleep.
Eldin made a crackling fire in the hearth and sat by it to warm himself up. Why am I even helping this man? I suppose I’ve never had a true friend. No one has ever been as faithful to me as Gibson, not that he’s done much. I don’t know.
The rain fell throughout the entire day, though it was not as heavy as last night had been. Eldin put on his cloak and took his bow and decided to go out hunting to prepare for supper. Gibson would need a solid meal. He managed to shoot a deer; a meaty one at that. As he began cooking the meat he thought to himself, Boy, that was a good catch!
Gibson slept practically the entire day. When he finally awoke, he felt much better. He was sure ready for a hot meal and some tea to fill his empty stomach. Sitting up in Eldin’s bed, he flinched because his back still stung. Then he spotted the fire and Eldin cooking the deer, and he smiled. Eldin heard a stir and turned his head around.
“You’re up! I’ve got some nice venison here for you. Come sit down and eat!”
As he got out of bed he said, “How can I thank you enough for your kindness?” He sat down across from Eldin.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ve been my only friend. You deserve such treatment.” Gibson grinned again as Eldin offered him a piece of meat. Then he remembered something.
“You never told me your name. What is your name?”
Eldin sighed. His eyes were focused on the fire, not on Gibson. “My name is Eldin… Blade… I… I gave myself the second name.”
Gibson’s heart skipped a beat, and his eyes widened.
“Gibson? What’s wrong?” Suddenly Gibson was aware of his own reaction, and he realized he was just staring.
“Oh… sorry. It’s just that… well… I didn’t know. You don’t know who you’re parents are?”
“No. I’ve no idea. I grew up with Brigham Maxwell, until he sent me off to live by myself. All he ever called me was Eldin. He didn’t know who my parents were either. But that’s all he would tell me. I don’t even know how I got there, but I must have been a mere infant.” Eldin realized that for the first time in his life, he was opening up to someone. He had finally found a friend; for that matter, a friend who would listen, and care. Have I really, though? I still don’t know if I can trust him. What if he’s a spy? No, can’t be.
“Must be hard not knowing who your parents are.”
“What?” Eldin shifted his eyes from the fire to Gibson. “Oh, yes. Yes, it’s been a difficult life. I wish… I wish…” He was to the point of tears again. Why do I always have to cry like a baby? I must look ridiculous.
“What? What do you wish?”
He looked down as a single tear dropped from his eye. “Just…” He was abruptly cut off by a sudden clash of thunder; it was deafening. Then came the rain again. It was heavier than ever.
Gibson looked out the window. “Here comes the storm. I’m sure we’ll be safe in here.”
Eldin dried his tears. “I hope the wind isn’t too strong. There are plenty of trees that could fall right on top of us.” He stood up and ran outside. Gibson stood and watched expectedly. “I suppose the wind isn’t too bad,” shouted Eldin. He was soaked. When he went back inside, he shivered and took a sip of hot tea, then sat back down by the fire. So did Gibson.
“Well, that was a rude interruption.” He chuckled. “So… what were you going to say?”
“Oh, it was nothing. Maybe I’ll tell you sometime.” His tone changed. “Let’s eat some more!” They both took some more meat and ate.
“Eldin, I must keep hidden, or the Ravyns will find me. What do you suggest?”
“Of course. Let me think… there is a little room built into the wall on the right that I keep my vegetables in. You shall sleep in there; and then hide in there if any Ravyns come.”
“Yes. Thank you. That should work.” They continued eating.
“Faulkner! Come here!”
“Yes sir, right away,” he shouted. Instantly he ran over to General Crowe. Out of breath he asked, “What would you like me to do sir?
“I want you to call a meeting for all the townspeople, including the ones who live out in the woods. Get several men to help you. Send out a notice; tell the people it is of great importance and it will take place this evening at nightfall, in the square.”
“Sir, what would you like me to do about Gibson?”
General Crowe sneered. “After the meeting we shall search him out. He will not get away this time! … Now go!”
At last Eldin and Gibson were able to get a good night’s sleep. It was the next day, and Eldin returned to the farm as usual, leaving Gibson at his house. Before he left he warned him again to hide in the little room if any Ravyns came. Gibson was eating his lunch when he briefly saw a figure with a dark cloak walk by the window. He quickly retreated to the room, only to hear a knock on the cabin door a moment later.
Gibson sat silently in the darkness, closing his eyes, waiting and hoping the Ravyn would not enter and discover him. After a while he heard no more knocking, just the sound of a nail being pounded into wood. He’s posting a notice. What could it be? When he heard the footsteps fading, he quietly opened the creaking door to his hiding place and peeked over to the window to make sure the Ravyn was truly gone. When he was sure, he curiously walked outside to read the notice. There it was, right in the center of the door. It said:
“General Arthur Crowe summons all the townspeople of Corbin to an important meeting. It will be this evening at nightfall, in the square. Be there.”
Gibson began to panic. What is that bloody man up to now? He clenched his teeth. Eldin will probably get the notice. It’s too dangerous for me to go let him know.
The town square was quite large; it could easily hold everyone attending the meeting. On each side of the square stood three tall light posts in order to keep it bright at night. The food market was off to the left side, while on the right stood several lofty buildings, mostly shops, or houses belonging to the higher classes. They were all different shapes and sizes, stacked somewhat like wooden building blocks for children. During the day the square was filled with minstrels, venders, and crowds of people; some going along their business with serious faces, some with excited expressions and pointing fingers. Corbin received visitors from the West quite a bit, so there were at least a couple small inns located behind the shops and houses. This night the square was strangely quiet, filled with wondering people awaiting the news the Ravyns would bring. It couldn’t possibly be good news.
Eldin arrived at last, having been informed of the meeting by Mr. Maxwell. He warily strolled into the square, where he caught sight of all the people: small children in clothes certainly not fit for this weather, clinging to their mothers’ skirts, grown men wearing uncertain expressions with their arms around their wives, and young men and women, all trying desperately to bundle themselves tightly in whatever clothes they happened to have on. Eldin was surprised by the silence. He made his way into the middle of the crowd and looked around; practically no one moved. We must be early; either that or those filthy Ravyns are planning something evil that is taking more time than they expected. Eldin looked down and saw a little girl next to her mother, no more than four years old, who was shivering uncontrollably. He felt sorry for her; so he knelt down, graciously took off his cloak, though he had only a thin shirt underneath, and gently wrapped her up in it. She smiled sweetly.
“What is your name, little one?” Eldin asked.
“K… K… Kara. What is yours?”
“Eldin. And who is your beautiful mother?” He stood up again. The woman was beautiful indeed, despite the raggedy clothes. Kara had to stretch her neck way back to see Eldin’s face.
“Her name is Korin.” She looked behind her. “Right, mama?”
Korin smiled and shifted her gaze onto Eldin. “Yes, dear. Thank you, kind sir, for your gift of warmth to my child.” She had a musical voice.
Finally the sound of horses’ hoofs was approaching. Everyone’s eyes were immediately intent on the first black rider who entered the square. It was General Arthur Crowe. Following him were about twenty of his best soldiers, including Lieutenant Faulkner and Esmond. Eldin met Esmond’s gaze for a moment, but they both looked away quickly. Eldin’s eyes held a harsh bitterness.
General Crowe’s mighty steed came to a halt in front of the people. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, and the black stallion continued on into the middle of the square. When they stopped, there were people surrounding them on every side. The rest of the soldiers remained off to the side, waiting for the General to speak, and making sure no one left. General Crowe smiled cynically, then grimaced at the pathetic beings gawking before him. He spoke in a bold but unsympathetic manner.
“I’m sure you are all wondering what this is about.” He turned the horse around so he could face the other side. A swarm of hawks and eagles circled above the multitude; their shrill cries gave the square an eerie feeling. What is going on? Eldin thought to himself. He touched his sword shaft with his right hand, not knowing what to expect. They could do anything! He glanced down at Kara, who was clearly frightened to death. General Crowe continued.
“Well, I will tell you. Listen well, for it could cost you your life! … I would like to declare…” He slowly moved his horse about in circles, looking at all the people. “From this night forward… all persons who commit an offense against anyone belonging to the Ravyn Army… and all persons who deliberately assist one of my prisoners in escaping and then hide him… or slaves for that matter…” Coincidentally, he glanced over at Eldin. How would he know? ... He doesn’t, that fool!
“Anyone who dares to do these things… will be brought to me! And I will slaughter them myself! ... Do you all understand?”
Eldin swallowed hard. He could hardly keep his anger and fear in any longer.
“Tonight a certain man is here… a man whom has consistently offended both me and my faithful soldiers. He has already attempted to kill one. Jarin! Come here now!”
A sturdy, broad-shouldered man stepped out from the crowd.
“Tonight, this man will be hung for you all to watch. Let it be a lesson to everyone! We mean what we say!”
That’s it! Suddenly Eldin leaped out from the crowd, sword in right hand, rushing towards General Crowe. Sometimes he let his emotions rule over his intellect. The other soldiers all dismounted and ran towards him with bows and swords, even Esmond. By the time Eldin reached General Crowe they were already shooting at him. He skillfully dodged the arrows while endeavoring to swing at the General. Crowe had pulled out his own sword and dismounted. The two fought hard while the crowd stepped back with fear. Eldin realized he was significantly outnumbered, although some other men were coming to his aid. Sadly, they were quickly killed. Death was everywhere. He shouted as he forcefully swung his sword towards General Crowe’s face; he did not miss. Now he had no other choice but to run. Arrows were flying everywhere. Townspeople were being slaughtered.
Eldin swung his head back, watching General Crowe fall to the ground as he ran. He was dripping with sweat; his face was bright red; he was led only by his adrenaline. Arrows kept hunting him down as he ran. Then one hit him in the middle of his palm, and he screamed loudly, but continued running until he reached his cabin, out of breath. He barged in the door, hand bleeding profusely.
Gibson was startled; his eyes widened as he caught sight of Eldin’s hand. He began to earnestly ask questions.
“What happened Eldin? Why are you bleeding? What was the meeting about? It clearly did not go well! We must wrap up that hand!”
Eldin fell to his knees. “Gibson, you will never guess what happened!” He could barely speak, trying to catch his breath and flinching with pain. “General Crowe was going to hang an innocent civilian…” “Gibson… I killed him. Something had to be done!” “Now they are after both of us! We must get out of here!”
Gibson was shocked. “Alright… let me think… we will bind up your hand first, and then make a camp further into the woods.” He tore up one of Eldin’s old white shirts and wrapped up the injured hand. “That should help stop the bleeding… okay; pack up some food and clothes! Let’s get out of here!”
The town square had become a chaotic mess. Various bodies were scattered, their wives and families weeping over them. They had unfortunately gotten in the way or had died fighting. Lieutenant Faulkner had sent more soldiers after Eldin. And General Crowe was lying limp on the ground, with a deep gash in his face. Faulkner slowly walked over to him and honorably knelt down with a solemn face.
“My General, whom I will always be a faithful servant to, may you rest in peace. I will avenge you!”
He stood up and looked around at the terrified faces.
“You may all make your way home now. I am terribly sorry for what has taken place. We shall bury your dead tomorrow, and you may all come. Goodnight everyone, if it is at all possible to have a good night.”
Eventually they all departed. Lieutenant Faulkner ordered some soldiers to take care of the bodies, some of which were soldiers. Then he muttered to himself, “Lord Zebedee and the West Camp must be informed of the General’s death. And we must prepare for a surprise attack. Who knows what the people could do now that they are all stirred up?” He mounted his horse and galloped away.
Gibson and Eldin had set up camp further into the woods, far from the cabin. They would at least be safe for a while. Eldin made a small fire to keep warm. The two men were sitting on either side, finally able to rest.
“Can you tell me what happened now?” asked Gibson.
“General Crowe called a meeting to tell us that whoever commits an offense against the army… or anyone who helps a prisoner or slave escape will be put to death. He then called forth a man; I believe his name was Jarin. He was to be hung in front of us all, apparently for offending several soldiers.” He stopped, not believing what had happened earlier. He face was solemn.
“It was all my fault… I couldn’t hold in my anger and something had to be done! Though it was not easy, I killed General Crowe… That’s why they are after me now. But in the midst of it many civilians were killed… all because of me. I ran all the way back to the cabin, and on the way I was shot in the hand by an arrow. That’s what happened.”
Gibson was still shocked about the General’s death. “What should we do?”
“Gibson… forces must be organized. We have no choice now but to fight the Ravyns.”
“I want to tell you something Eldin. I’m ready to tell you who I really am. Don’t be shocked.”
“Why wouldn’t you tell me before?
“I wanted to make sure I could trust you. I believe I have gained your trust.”
“I believe I have gained yours also. You’re truly my only friend.” Gibson smiled.
“Nearly nineteen years ago I was King Ethildre’s most faithful guard. He and his wife Ingrid had had a son, whom they kept a secret. I was put in charge of the young prince, commissioned to care for him and protect him, no matter what happened. At that time The King was aware of a threat from a mighty people from the North, the Ravyns. This is why the prince had to be kept a secret; if word got out at all, and the Ravyns were to attack the palace, they would go straight for the prince, for he was the heir. Then one night, when the little prince was merely two years old, it happened. We were attacked; the good King was murdered, and my only concern was to protect the prince. So I took him from his bed and ran outside. Then we rode off, I making sure we were not being followed. The prince was frightened to death; he cried and screamed nonstop as we rode on. Then we came to Brigham Maxwell’s farm. I had to protect the prince, so there was no way I could keep him with me. I dropped him off at Maxwell’s, told him his name, and ordered him to take care of him until he was old enough to work. This was my only choice. Then I went after the bloody Ravyns, and I ended up killing one. That is why they took me as a prisoner.”
Eldin couldn’t believe it. A King’s guard? “Why have you come back now?”
“I waited eighteen years, until I knew the prince would be a grown man and would be ready to rule. This is why I knew one of the workers had to be the prince.”
“Wow, how are we going to find him?”
“I wouldn’t worry about that now… You’re right, we must organize an army; whoever we can muster up; times are changing; good shall triumph again in the land!”
“Yes… but how? The Ravyns are looking for both of us.”
“Tomorrow I will wear the black cloak and disguise my features somehow. I will go into town and speak with all the able-bodied men.”
“It is hopeless! We will be way outnumbered!”
“Nothing is hopeless Eldin. Surely God will be with us.”
A bald messenger with a black cloak bowed gracefully before the high Lord on his throne.
“Stand up!” A deep and powerful voice commanded. “What news have you brought from the outside?”
“Lord Zebedee, I am sorry to bring you such unsatisfying news…”
“Speak! What is it you wish to say?”
“Sir, General Arthur Crowe of the North Camp has been killed; not only that, but by a mere farm boy. What shall we do lord?
A sudden flash of anger appeared on Lord Zebedee’s face. “Find the farm boy, and kill him! Wait! No. Bring him to me when you find him; I will deal with him. If any revolt like this ever happens again, we will fight back, no matter how weak the townspeople may be. We cannot allow random villagers to go around killing our soldiers.”
“Yes, my lord, I will inform the Lieutenant, and the West Camp will be informed as well.” He bowed his way out of the majestic throneroom.
Eldin and Gibson slept on the hard cold ground all night, with only a couple of blankets. Gibson knew that gathering forces together would take time, so he wanted to get started right away. He decided he would call a meeting in the woods for all the able men; but he had to go around secretly and make sure word did not spread to the Ravyns. After saying farewell to Eldin, he prepared to set out, his beard shaven, his hair cut, dirt spread on his face, and with the black hood of the Ravyn cloak covering a good part of his features. This is how he disguised himself.
“How do I look?” he asked Eldin as he was about to turn Shadow and depart.
Eldin smiled. “Brilliant! Like no one I’ve ever known, and quite frightening at that. Perfect for a Ravyn!” Gibson laughed openly.
“Why, thank you, good sir. Then I shall be on my way. Farewell.” He rode off towards the town.
Eldin sighed and repeated quietly, “Farewell. God willing we shall see each other again.” Hopefully when we’re both still alive.
A sudden obnoxious knocking broke the peace of the quiet little house. His face stuffed with food, Maxwell turned around and suspiciously made haste to answer the door. The old hinges creaked loudly as the door slowly unclosed. A Ravyn stood in the doorway. Maxwell looked him up and down and immediately changed his grumpy expression.
“Hello. What can I do for you sir?
“Good morning. We are searching for the foolish young man who brutally attacked our general last night. If you were there, you must have seen him. Do you know anything about him, such as where he lives? We would be much obliged if you would tell us all you know.” Maxwell wore a fake grin.
“Ah, is he about this tall with straight brown hair? Yes, the fool works for me, though he hasn’t been here for the last couple days. His cabin lies deep in the woods. You just go right down that narrow path until you come to it. It is quite simple to find.”
“Very well. Thank you. You are playing a part in helping us find a murderer, my friend. You have been wise.” The soldier marched away determinedly. Part of Brigham Maxwell felt sorry for the boy; but another part was almost glad they were hunting him down. I never knew who he was anyway.
In the distance Eldin spotted several black steeds with their riders trotting along the road. He squinted. They’re looking for me. Sooner or later they’ll find me here. Eldin saw that one of the horses was heading his direction, yet it was still distant. He quickly packed up the blankets, food, and everything else, and made sure there was no evidence of a campfire. He spotted a large thicket and tiptoed his way over. Then he hid in the bushes and waited patiently until the rider was near and had resolved that there was no one around. He watched the soldier for a few moments. He was looking all around with a confused expression. When he finally left, Eldin let out a sigh of relief, but waited a while before he came out.
“There is no one over here. It must have been an animal I heard. Let us keep going,” the man shouted to the other riders as he rode towards them. Thank God. There is less chance now they will look here again. Eldin watchfully wrestled his way out of the bushes, only to see a tall man come out from behind a thick tree. Eldin was startled; he rubbed his eyes and took a closer look at the man. When he realized who it was, he rapidly unsheathed his sword.
“Esmond? What are you doing here? Don’t you dare go off and tell them where I am…” He pointed to where the riders used to be. “…or I will have to kill you!”
Esmond put a finger to his lips to silence him and said quietly, “I am here to help you Eldin. Put down your sword; I will not tell.” Eldin could not believe the words that were coming from his betrayer’s own mouth. His face, which had been all tensed up, suddenly relaxed, and he put his sword back in the scabbard.
“I don’t understand. Why have you chosen now to help me?”
“Because, Eldin, after you killed the general I realized that there is more to you than meets the eye, and your deeds are honorable. General Crowe was all I lived for. I kept myself a slave to him. But now, I have chosen the path of freedom. Eldin… you are all I can live for now. Protecting you is all that will give my life meaning now. Though it is much to ask, please forgive me for every wrong I have done you.” Eldin’s heart was softened by these words. Tears began to fall one by one as he hastened to embrace and receive back his old friend.
“You are forgiven, my friend. I will gladly receive your help.”
“I will make sure no Ravyns harm you. Do you have any plans Eldin? What are you going to do next?” Eldin sniffed and wiped away a few tears.
“Esmond, my friend Gibson is gathering up forces. It will take time, yes, but we must fight. You can help us organize.”
“Yes, I will do whatever you command. I owe it to you.”
“Then I advise you to do whatever Gibson commands. He is much wiser than me.” They both laughed.
Korin was with her daughter picking out some juicy apples from the market when she saw a mysterious looking Ravyn staring at her. She looked away.
“C’mon Kara, let’s go over here.” She looked back as she briskly strode over to the next tent, realizing the man with the dark hood was still staring at her; then he motioned with his finger for her to come near him. As he moved closer, Korin became quite frightened; she accidentally dropped her apples. The man bent down and kindly picked them up, then said quietly, “Do not be afraid of me. I am not a Ravyn. You must keep quiet about this, but I have come to call all of the strong men to a meeting in the woods. My friend Eldin and I are trying to organize forces to fight the Ravyns. It must be done.”
“What do you want with me?” she whispered.
“Do you have a husband?”
“…No, I do not… He died a couple years ago.”
“I am deeply sorry. Thank you for your time.”
As he turned to leave, Korin shouted, “Wait!” He stopped and walked back.
“Did you say Eldin? I know him. Well, kind of. We met the other night in the square.” She was whispering. “He is the one who killed General Crowe, is he not?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, but speak lower please.” Then a small voice piped up.
“Yes, mama, he is the one who gave me his cloak.”
“Yes, dear. Sir… can you do me a favor and bring me to him? He has made quite an impression on me.”
Gibson sighed. “I suppose. But you must understand, it is highly dangerous to be associated with us two right now. Every single Ravyn in Aragondia is searching for us. And you must not say a word.”
“I wish to help you, good sir. I want to get rid of those bloody villains just as much as you do; I am willing to do whatever I can. When you are ready to return to the woods later tonight, come and find me. I want to go with you.”
“Very well. Good day, ma’am.”
So, Eldin found a lady, a lovely one at that! He continued walking along through the crowds, with people moving out of his way and giving him frightened and dirty looks.
A couple months had passed since Gibson first set out on his mission. Korin and Kara had come back with him to the woods, where Eldin gladly welcomed them. Gibson had gathered a successful meeting with all the men, young and old. Fortunately, none of the Ravyns had discovered the whereabouts of Eldin and Gibson or found out about their plans. This was truly a miracle. It was almost springtime, so the weather had finally warmed up. Tonight was the big night. Gibson had planned a surprise attack on the North Camp; he would lead about twenty men during the night. He had spent many days and nights planning this attack and training men for this and any other battles yet to come. He believed what they needed to do was rouse up the Ravyns; get them mad; make them have to fight back. Then they would have an opportunity to defeat them. They could not do it all in one surprise attack. Many of the men did not believe any of this would work. They would say, “We are outnumbered,” or “There is no hope. They are stronger.” Gibson had a motto he would use to give them faith. He would say, “Even a band of women and children, if they are unified, determined, and are fighting for a good cause, can defeat an army. There is always hope; stand together, and believe!”
The night had come; darkness covered the land. Korin reached out her hands to grab Eldin’s.
“Be careful Eldin. I cannot bear to lose you now.”
“Don’t worry. You shall see me again.” She pulled him near to her and they embraced. Then he walked over to Kara and knelt down
“Goodbye Kara; do not be afraid, for I shall return; and I will never let anything happen to you.” Those beautiful little green eyes looked deeply into his, as if the small girl saw something in him that he had never seen himself. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and did not say a word; instead she just let a single tear drop onto his broad shoulder.
“Alright men, the time has come. Gather together,” exclaimed Gibson.
They were all gathered in the woods near the place Eldin and Gibson had first made their camp; there were about twenty men in all. It was to be a small skirmish.
“I want everybody to remember the queue, alright? Okay, may God above be with us! Let’s ride!” They all rapidly mounted their horses, made sure they had their weapons, and rode off under the starlit sky. Esmond had been commanded to stay and guard Korin and Kara, and a couple other women and children who had wished to come to the woods to wait for the men to return.
“Alright, we’ll leave our horses here. Everybody, go hide behind those trees and wait for my queue,” Gibson whispered.
They all obeyed while he approached the entrance to the camp where there stood a buff guard. Gibson was wearing the hood of his cloak on his head, concealing his face. He looked like a mysterious character.
The guard questioned him. “Who are you? What do you want?”
He replied slyly, “I was just wandering through the town; I am not from around here; I am traveling, and I am very tired and hungry. Could you spare some food sir?”
“Not unless you take off that hood and show yourself to me!”
“Very well.” Gibson quickly ripped off the hood and looked up.
“Gibson?”
He pulled out his sword, which was hidden inside his cloak, and stabbed the guard right in the chest. “It’s me alright.” He laughed subtly. The guard’s death had obviously woken several of the soldiers. They all came out from their tents, then went right back inside to grab their weapons. Gibson’s men jumped out from behind the cluster of trees, swords, bows, and spears in hands, yelling wildly. The fight that ensued was chaotic. Ravyns were screaming orders to their fellow soldiers or trying to wake them up; that part did not take long of course. Gibson’s small band was outnumbered, but they had the advantage, for the Ravyns had no warning and were clearly not prepared.
Eldin was furiously battling a soldier when the soldier suddenly shouted, “It’s the man who killed General Crowe! He must be brought to Lord Zebedee unharmed.”
“Well, it won’t be that easy to do, will it?” said Eldin as he pierced the man’s stomach. Gibson was standing near to him skillfully fighting another man as he asked, “Where’d you learn to fight boy? You’re a master!”
“I taught myself. What else was I suppose to do all those years besides work?” Gibson chuckled.
As the conflict progressed, numerous soldiers were slaughtered. Miraculously, Gibson had only lost three men so far. Finally, they managed to either kill or disable all the Ravyns in the first section of the camp, which was far enough from the remaining tents to not wake many of them. It was a bloody mess. They ended up losing only five men though.
Gibson, though out of breath, shouted with a satisfied tone, “Alright. Well done men! This should anger them! We must retreat to our horses and make our way back now.” He got quieter and bent down, putting his hands on his knees. “This is only the beginning; the greater fight is yet to come.” Eldin sheathed his sword and strode over to him, patting Gibson on the back. “You have led us well general. We will continue to follow your orders.” Then he smiled.
They had come with twenty; they left now with fifteen. A few were wounded on the arms or legs. Everyone was sweating profusely and out of breath. When they returned to the forest at last, there were tears and joy from the few family members as they ran towards the remaining men. The wounds were all bound up with pieces of cloth. Korin hurried to Eldin and whispered in his ear, “I knew you would make it; I just knew it. Thank God!”
All the men who were in good shape, except for Gibson, Eldin, and Esmond, returned to their homes to get a good night’s sleep. It was quite late.
Thick darkness was spread over all the land. Rain poured down nonstop, as eagles and hawks circled above the armed multitudes. The time had come at last. The North and West camps had joined forces, and the townspeople, now warriors, joined together from both Corbin and the western regions of Aragondia. The armies stood ready on a monstrous field located between the east and the west regions. The ground was already soaked; so much so that boots were sloshing in mud, making it difficult to run. It was really happening. Gibson, the official commander of the Aragondians, knew it would come to this; he knew it was now a time of war; but he also knew that peace would be restored. This night would be the great battle of his time, passed on in story from generation to generation. He hoped and believed the outcome would be worthy telling of.
On one side of the muddy field stood numerous fierce soldiers, with chain mail, black cloaks with raven symbols on them, mighty swords, strong bows, and cavalry. On the opposite side stood hosts of courageous men, some with armor, some not, most only wearing their toughest pair of boots and every day clothes. But there was something different about them. They were determined; they were ready to put their hearts into it for a cause worth fighting for. The Aragondians had some cavalry, but not much. The cavalry was in the front, while the foot soldiers stood behind, with shields, swords, bows, and spears in hand, which were made by town blacksmiths.
Lord Zebedee, looking majestically evil, was the terror of the Aragondians. No one wished to battle him.
If one were to stand in the middle of the two armies and look at the rows of brave Aragondians, they would see angry and fierce expressions, zealous eyes, nervous hands, and feet ready to bolt out of position. They knew the intensity of what was to come.
Gibson, wearing his glorious new armor, moved Shadow to step out from the front row. Lieutenant Faulkner did the same on the other side. Then Gibson held out his sword and shouted for all to hear, “Onward we go to fight the good fight! Be steadfast; do not give up! … Charge!”
“Charge!” yelled Lieutenant Faulkner.
The two multitudes darted towards each other as the birds hovering above gave off terrible screams and the rain persisted. Mud splashed everywhere as hoofs and boots hit the earth. The Ravyns and the Aragondians mingled chaotically, swords swinging everywhere, horses falling to the ground with arrow wounds, and men falling off their horses and attempting to stand back up.
Eldin had a fire in his bones that would not give out. He fought viciously, not stopping for a moment. Suddenly, as he gazed at the sky above him, an enormous eagle was swooping straight for his head. If Eldin had not ducked at that moment, he could have been picked up or knocked over. He swung his head and his sword around to watch the eagle as it flew straight for another man. “Duck!” he screamed. But right then a Ravyn started slashing at him, so he had to fight back. As he fought he looked back again and watched with utter horror the eagle pick the man up by the hood of his cloak and toss him to the ground so hard that there was no way he could have lived. For some reason, Eldin felt a burden for all of his fellow men dying around him. He felt as if he was obligated to protect them, but there was nothing he could do. This was a battle; people die in battles. Finally, Eldin stabbed the Ravyn attacking him and moved on; he was weak, but his determination kept him going.
Eldin spotted Gibson fighting Lieutenant Faulkner. Faulkner managed to shoot Shadow straight in the neck. The horse tumbled to the ground and mud splashed into Gibson’s eyes as he yelled. Gibson was not badly hurt, but now he had no horse. He bent back his head and stared up at the lieutenant towering above him on his mighty stallion. If he ran, the steed would catch up to him and Faulkner would pierce him right in the back; it was like he was cornered; there was no way to escape the Lieutenant, so all he could do was continue to fight.
Eldin dashed towards the two in an attempt to rescue his dear friend. He ran as he shouted and held out his sword, ready to slay the Ravyn. Unfortunately, an arrow hit him in the right forearm; he let his sword fall to the ground, and he sank to his knees. When he glanced back up at Faulkner, he was holding his bow like he had just shot an arrow and he held a satisfied expression; then he shifted his focus to Gibson, who skillfully knocked the bow out of his hand with a swift swing of his sword. So Faulkner unsheathed his sword and the two persisted in trying to kill each other.
Holding his wound with the opposite hand, Eldin was clenching his teeth and dodging arrows headed straight for him. He looked around at the disorderly mess of dead bodies, mud, and fighting men knowing there was nothing he could do at this moment. But he had to get up, or he would be killed without a doubt! Consequently, with the fire still raging in his bones, he grabbed the sword hilt with his left hand, stood up, and rushed into the middle of the fray. Then he saw Gibson again, still fighting the lieutenant. Horror filled his face as he watched Gibson collapse to the ground after being run through dangerously close to his heart. Faulkner laughed evilly and rode off.
Eldin stumbled his way over to Gibson and dropped on his knees right next to him. Eldin’s face was smeared with blood, mud, and sweat, and his drenched hair stuck to his temples. He was soaked to the skin. Gibson looked the same way, but much worse, and losing color.
“Gibson!” He yelled and cried at the same time. Then he picked up Gibson’s head and rested it on his lap; he was not dead yet. At that moment it was as if everything around Eldin slowed down and the voices became dimmer; all he could focus on was his dying friend.
“Look at me Gibson! You can’t leave me now! Not now!”
Gibson grunted and spoke faintly, his eyes barely open, as Eldin’s tears dropped onto his forehead. “Eldin, I’m not going to make it. At least I will have not died in vain… Eldin… that one time… you were going to tell me something… what do you wish?”
Eldin spoke in between the intervals of crying. “I just wished that… that things could be different… that maybe I could have known who my parents were… that my life could mean something! … I wanted there to be something bigger to live for.”
“Eldin… there is. Fight! Obliterate the Ravyns!”
“But… how am I going to find the prince? Who is going to rule us? I need you, Gibson.”
“You will, my friend; it is your responsibility.”
“What?” he whispered. “What are you talking about? … C’mon., stay awake!”
“I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while… I just couldn’t. You were not ready.”
Eldin was confused. “Tell me what?”
“Eldin… you are the prince! You are the heir.”
Eldin could not believe the words he just heard; suddenly his entire mindset on all of life changed, though he still had doubts.
“What!? No… it cannot be!” Everyone longs for a hero, even the hero himself.
“Yes, Eldin, it’s true. You have the prince’s name, and you are the only one with that name… now go!” He gripped Eldin’s wrist. “Let your glory be unveiled!”
Gibson began coughing uncontrollably. Eldin let the tears flow freely as he continued to hold the dying man in his weak arms, until at last Gibson took his last breath. Eldin stood up and picked up both his own sword and Gibson’s.
“Noooooooo!” he screamed. Suddenly he was aware again what was taking place all around him. He flew towards the enemy lines, as if he had been given a new strength and a new fury; after all, he was a new man.
As he slew Ravyns left and right he was shouting, “King Ethildre’s Kingdom will reign forever!” His fellow soldiers gazed at him with awe, as if they saw the transformation in his spirit.
Lieutenant Faulkner wheeled his steed around as he heard the shouts of the passionate young man. His eyes enlarged as the sharp blade headed straight for his neck. Eldin slew the man brutally as the tears still flowed down his muddy cheeks. He said in a hardly audible voice, “I have avenged my protector.” This was the moment he truly acknowledged the fact of who he was. He was on his knees, completely out of breath, not knowing if he had strength to carry on, when he felt a gentle hand on his right shoulder. Esmond was urgent.
“Eldin! Lord Zebedee approaches; we must defeat him… I will protect you Eldin; do not be afraid.” Eldin gripped Esmond’s hand with his left arm.
“Yes… like Gibson used to say… God will be with us… Surely there is a God!”
Again Eldin was able to stand up; and again it was as if he had acquired a new strength. The two ran towards the ferocious lord of darkness.
Death was everywhere; it seemed the Aragondians were being defeated. But Eldin kept running, until he halted where Lord Zebedee stood; the lord was certainly the largest and the most evil of all the Ravyns. Eldin spit.
“I have come to avenge my father, the King of Aragondia!” he shouted. Esmond, who stood beside him, almost dropped to the ground from disbelief and confusion.
A powerful voice boomed, “Ethildre had no son! What are you talking about?”
Eldin violently swung his sword at the lord’s face, only to be blocked. Eldin and Lord Zebedee fought hard, neither willing to give up, while Esmond and others fought off the surrounding Ravyns. The dark lord’s mighty sword swung at Eldin’s shoulder, aiming for his neck. Eldin screamed as blood flowed. He had no idea how he was able to continue; he just did. All of a sudden a dozen horses with riders on them galloped towards Lord Zebedee’s back. Eldin was surprised to see that one of them was Korin. No! Why did she come out here? The lord whipped around at the sound of the pounding hoofs, which gave Eldin a brief moment to strike. He screamed with pain, anger, and passion as he stabbed Lord Zebedee in the back. He used up all the strength he had left as he yanked the sword back out and yelled, “For the glory of Aragondia! And King Ethildre!” Then he collapsed onto the earth. Korin jumped down from her mare and Esmond ran to Eldin. When the Ravyns saw that their lord was dead, they bolted off like lightning. It was as if David had just slew Goliath and the Philistines ran away for fear of God’s wrath.
Korin knelt where Eldin lay, getting her skirts dirty in the mud. She put a hand on Eldin’s forehead and turned to face Esmond.
“He needs his wounds bound. And he needs to get inside, quick!” She was breathing hard. Then they looked around. All that was in sight was mud, dead bodies, and armed men.
“Quick! We need two men to carry him to the town,” she said frantically. Esmond and another Aragondian picked him up and headed for the town of Corbin. The Ravyns had almost all run off. The Aragondian soldiers followed the limp Eldin being carried, and Korin mounted her mare and followed as well.
It was a glorious spring morning. The time had come for Eldin’s speech. He wore the garments of a noble; he had to look nice for the people, of course, though his shoulder and arm were all wrapped up in bandages. He stood in front of the beautiful palace on a high pedestal with Korin and Kara right by his side. Korin and her daughter wore gorgeous dresses, ones they never would have imagined wearing before. All the people of Aragondia waited eagerly for Eldin to begin. He spoke loudly and boldly.
“I have gathered you all here today both to honor our dead and to inform you of something.” He glanced at Korin, who smiled back at his worried look.
“I am Eldin, son of Ethildre, high King of Aragondia!” The crowd was in awe. He continued. “My father once ruled over a glorious kingdom; he was a good man. But for years we have been oppressed by a people called the Ravyns. I have come to declare freedom over you all today, and to restore this land to the Light!” The multitude clapped and cheered. “And I have come to claim my rightful place as the next King of Aragondia!
“I want to honor my dear friend Gibson today. He befriended me when no one else would. He led me to where I am today; he told me who I was, and that there is more to life than what I thought. May Gibson forever live on in my memory, and may he be told of over and over again down through the generations! Farewell, my faithful friend; may you rest in peace.
“May the battle of Muddy Plains be passed down in story in the years that lie ahead. Our children’s children will tell of it for ages to come: the day the Ravyns were defeated once and for all!” The crowd continued to cheer.
“Today I also wish to honor someone very dear to my heart.” A tear fell down his cheek and the crowd fell silent. “Esmond, please come up here.” Esmond stepped out and proceeded to the pedestal. “This man returned to me, though I was previously betrayed by him; he made the noble choice to serve and protect me, for he felt he owed it to me. Today I declare Esmond to be my right hand royal guard!” They embraced as Eldin let the tears flow even more. Then he looked at the people again and wiped off his tears.
“And I would also like to declare… that I am in love! This lovely, courageous woman right here shall be my queen, and I shall take her child as my own.” He looked at Korin as they both smiled; now Korin was crying. As they embraced she whispered in his ear, “I love you. Thank you for what you have done for me. I couldn’t ask for a better life.” He looked out among the people again.
“From this day forward… the land of Aragondia will be ruled by a king with noble intentions. Let us all live… for the glory of Aragondia!” At that moment he unsheathed his sword and held it up. He shouted louder than before, “This land is a free land! Let this day be told of throughout all of time!” The people went ballistic; they were whistling, clapping, and cheering uncontrollably. And they shouted, “Long live Kind Eldin!”
It was true; Eldin was a transformed man. He now knew his place and who he was; his life had meaning for the first time. For the rest of his happy life with Korin and her beautiful daughter, he could never forget the words of Gibson: Let your glory be unveiled!
Eldin and Korin lived a long life. Together they restored peace and goodness to Aragondia. They had a son whom they called Gibson, to honor his name. Although one would never have guessed, the life of the “noble warrior” Eldin Blade would live on in legend for ages and ages to come.
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