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dplax · 07-30-2006, 06:38 PM

The last time someone had rapped him on the head like Lord Gerald had just done had been close to fifteen years ago, when at the age of seven, he had gotten himself into trouble by taking a juicy apple from a market stall. His father had given him a well-deserved beating for that, but those times were long gone. Just before his twentieth birthday Sean had joined the Alesbridge town guard.

He had been almost asleep on duty, when he had heard Lord Gerald's cries through the halls. The rap on the head had brought him to a fully wakened state, as did the news the Lord gave. Sean had recently heard rumours that the Lord had been badly wounded, but his fully healthy appearance would surely dispell those rumours, and silence those who spread them.

Glancing towards the horizon, Sean wondered whether it would be the animals or the storm, which reached Alesbridge first. Despite having been a guard for two years, the only action Sean had ever seen was in the training room, either against the straw dummies or practicing with wooden swords. But the blade he held in his hand now glistened in the light of many torches, their light thrown off the sharp steel.

Fear was a natural thing for one so young as Sean, and he had plenty of it. But he knew that once the battle was joined, his fear would evaporate and be replaced by a certain frenzy, which would only end once the battle was over or if he perished. Having just recently been engaged to the baker's daughter, Sean preferred to not contemplate the second possibility. He had almost as much to lose here as the Lord himself. At least that was the way he thought about it.

Sean positioned himself close to the hero, Rehan, whose fame had preceded his arrival. He guessed that if there was a safe place on the battlefield, it would be next to the one who was reknowned for his fighting abilities. Sean dreamt one day of being a warrior of Rehan's fame, but for the moment, he had to content himself of shooting admiring glances in the young hero's direction, waiting for the inevitable battle to commence.

[ 07-30-2006, 06:39 PM: Message edited by: dplax ]

07-30-2006, 06:38 PM	#211
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	The last time someone had rapped him on the head like Lord Gerald had just done had been close to fifteen years ago, when at the age of seven, he had gotten himself into trouble by taking a juicy apple from a market stall. His father had given him a well-deserved beating for that, but those times were long gone. Just before his twentieth birthday Sean had joined the Alesbridge town guard. He had been almost asleep on duty, when he had heard Lord Gerald's cries through the halls. The rap on the head had brought him to a fully wakened state, as did the news the Lord gave. Sean had recently heard rumours that the Lord had been badly wounded, but his fully healthy appearance would surely dispell those rumours, and silence those who spread them. Glancing towards the horizon, Sean wondered whether it would be the animals or the storm, which reached Alesbridge first. Despite having been a guard for two years, the only action Sean had ever seen was in the training room, either against the straw dummies or practicing with wooden swords. But the blade he held in his hand now glistened in the light of many torches, their light thrown off the sharp steel. Fear was a natural thing for one so young as Sean, and he had plenty of it. But he knew that once the battle was joined, his fear would evaporate and be replaced by a certain frenzy, which would only end once the battle was over or if he perished. Having just recently been engaged to the baker's daughter, Sean preferred to not contemplate the second possibility. He had almost as much to lose here as the Lord himself. At least that was the way he thought about it. Sean positioned himself close to the hero, Rehan, whose fame had preceded his arrival. He guessed that if there was a safe place on the battlefield, it would be next to the one who was reknowned for his fighting abilities. Sean dreamt one day of being a warrior of Rehan's fame, but for the moment, he had to content himself of shooting admiring glances in the young hero's direction, waiting for the inevitable battle to commence. [ 07-30-2006, 06:39 PM: Message edited by: dplax ]