Post by Shadow on Aug 17, 2007 23:46:13 GMT -5
(A short story I do not know wherever I can be bothered to finish.)
DARK KNIGHT
Against the silver moon, a knight clad all in black armor belted across a large stretch of meadow. The evening grass was all wet with glistening droplets, not that the knight could see these specks of water in the dark.
The knight carried a long strong sword. The hilt glistened with red jewels. Whilst the blade was an unusual black, to go with the armor. The knight was very proud of the blade, which rested against the leg in it's sheath. A knight should aways carry a sharp, trustworthy blade; the blade being the knights best friend, save maybe the horse but you could not come too attached to horses.
Not far now. The knight would reach the wizard's house by morning. Morning that would not be too late or too early. It did no good to be too early or late as wizard's as the knight was told were very particular about times.
Having not stopped to rest the knight reached the wizard's house right on schedule. The house was more of a wooden hut set snugly in a group of trees. Quite a peaceful place to live, with the birds singing and gentle breeze sweeping lightly against leaves. The knight sat upon the chestnut brown stead, admiring the view. Wondering what the wizard wanted the knight jumped from the horse and tethered the beast to a nearby tree then left to go see what the wizard wanted.
Determined to impress as usual the knight gave a hard knock on the flimsy hut door. This could not be the wizard's main home. Wizards in general traveled a lot so they had lots of places to stay at. The door was soon to open and a wizard in purple robes smiled at the dark knight, his cheerful slightly wrinkled face all beaming. The knight smiled back, although the smile could not be seen through the helmet.
"Thank you for coming, Charlie," grinned Jarrah.
Charlie gave a nod, not liking to speak all that much.
"We shall not go in there. Boring in there, I'll come out here to you, Sir knight," Jarrah carried on grinning glad he had the best. Charlie was the best knight, or so was rumored to be. Charlie took on anybody and hardly ever lost a tourney. Not just tourneys either, Charlie served the king well.
Jarrah had expected Charlie to be a lot taller. Never mind he supposed appearances could be deceiving. He stood with Charlie in the woodland, took a glance over at the knight's steed then turned the gaze back to Charlie, admiring the knight. "You sure you want to do this quest for me?" he asked. Charlie gave a slight nod. "Without even knowing what I am asking of you?" Jarrah questioned the knight.
Charlie stuck up a thumb, any quest would be took on. "Tell me what it is," Charlie murmured quietly and Jarrah only just managed to catch those quiet words.
"First I wish to see the face of who I am dealing with."
Charlie gave a shake of the head. "Not a good idea."
"The only idea. Remove that helmet right now," demanded Jarrah.
"You'll regret it," sighed Charlie.
"I will not. I must know who you are, you might be someone I do not trust. You could be anyone hidden beneath your armor. My worst enemy."
That was a valid point, one Charlie could not argue with. Not that it would reflect well in Charlie's direction. "You positive you want to see?" groaned Charlie and put a hand against the black helmet with red feather pluming from the top of the handsome metal. Jarrah gave a strong nod. Wizards they were so stubborn. Not happy at being made to take off the helmet, Charlie gave it a soft tug. Not many people saw the knight within without the helmet.
Jarrah gorped at such a knight. Not a knight at all. He had been expecting a man. This was a female, women just were not knights. Or at the very least he had not heard of any. Surly not. No he was not having that. Charlie. Sir Frank, he wanted Sir Frank not Miss Charlie.
"Go send for Sir Frank," Jarrah demanded whilst pointing at Charlie's horse.
Charlie let out a groan and stared at Jarrah, disgust written all over her face. She had thought a wizard would have understood and not been so demeaning, like everybody else. "You're like everybody else. The same as everybody else. Stupid," Charlie snorted. Now he knew her identity she did not mind talking, for it did not matter. She gave Jarrah a daring jab in the ribs with her forefinger.
"I am not stupid!" Jarrah roared.
"Open your eyes then wizard," snapped Charlie and rubbed one of the red jewels that was on the hilt of her sword. Wanting to slice the wizard in half alas knew that was wrong and would keep herself from spilling his blood.
"If you must know Frank is out of action. There was a tourney two nights ago," she smiled, remembering the event well. She lifted her pale blue eyes up from her sword and drew her gaze on Jarrah. "I am a knight and if you can not except that, it is your loss. I have the talent."
Charlie stood tapping her foot, waiting for the wizard to draw a reasonable conclusion. Gave the man some thinking time. She was thinking herself, of how unfair the world was. People judged her on appearance all the time, well not anymore as she always wore the armor when she was being a knight, that way nobody could criticize before they had even witnessed her talents.
"You do have talent," Jarrah mused then shook his head. "But no, it is too much of a risk," he muttered trying to talk himself out of letting the knight
DARK KNIGHT
Against the silver moon, a knight clad all in black armor belted across a large stretch of meadow. The evening grass was all wet with glistening droplets, not that the knight could see these specks of water in the dark.
The knight carried a long strong sword. The hilt glistened with red jewels. Whilst the blade was an unusual black, to go with the armor. The knight was very proud of the blade, which rested against the leg in it's sheath. A knight should aways carry a sharp, trustworthy blade; the blade being the knights best friend, save maybe the horse but you could not come too attached to horses.
Not far now. The knight would reach the wizard's house by morning. Morning that would not be too late or too early. It did no good to be too early or late as wizard's as the knight was told were very particular about times.
Having not stopped to rest the knight reached the wizard's house right on schedule. The house was more of a wooden hut set snugly in a group of trees. Quite a peaceful place to live, with the birds singing and gentle breeze sweeping lightly against leaves. The knight sat upon the chestnut brown stead, admiring the view. Wondering what the wizard wanted the knight jumped from the horse and tethered the beast to a nearby tree then left to go see what the wizard wanted.
Determined to impress as usual the knight gave a hard knock on the flimsy hut door. This could not be the wizard's main home. Wizards in general traveled a lot so they had lots of places to stay at. The door was soon to open and a wizard in purple robes smiled at the dark knight, his cheerful slightly wrinkled face all beaming. The knight smiled back, although the smile could not be seen through the helmet.
"Thank you for coming, Charlie," grinned Jarrah.
Charlie gave a nod, not liking to speak all that much.
"We shall not go in there. Boring in there, I'll come out here to you, Sir knight," Jarrah carried on grinning glad he had the best. Charlie was the best knight, or so was rumored to be. Charlie took on anybody and hardly ever lost a tourney. Not just tourneys either, Charlie served the king well.
Jarrah had expected Charlie to be a lot taller. Never mind he supposed appearances could be deceiving. He stood with Charlie in the woodland, took a glance over at the knight's steed then turned the gaze back to Charlie, admiring the knight. "You sure you want to do this quest for me?" he asked. Charlie gave a slight nod. "Without even knowing what I am asking of you?" Jarrah questioned the knight.
Charlie stuck up a thumb, any quest would be took on. "Tell me what it is," Charlie murmured quietly and Jarrah only just managed to catch those quiet words.
"First I wish to see the face of who I am dealing with."
Charlie gave a shake of the head. "Not a good idea."
"The only idea. Remove that helmet right now," demanded Jarrah.
"You'll regret it," sighed Charlie.
"I will not. I must know who you are, you might be someone I do not trust. You could be anyone hidden beneath your armor. My worst enemy."
That was a valid point, one Charlie could not argue with. Not that it would reflect well in Charlie's direction. "You positive you want to see?" groaned Charlie and put a hand against the black helmet with red feather pluming from the top of the handsome metal. Jarrah gave a strong nod. Wizards they were so stubborn. Not happy at being made to take off the helmet, Charlie gave it a soft tug. Not many people saw the knight within without the helmet.
Jarrah gorped at such a knight. Not a knight at all. He had been expecting a man. This was a female, women just were not knights. Or at the very least he had not heard of any. Surly not. No he was not having that. Charlie. Sir Frank, he wanted Sir Frank not Miss Charlie.
"Go send for Sir Frank," Jarrah demanded whilst pointing at Charlie's horse.
Charlie let out a groan and stared at Jarrah, disgust written all over her face. She had thought a wizard would have understood and not been so demeaning, like everybody else. "You're like everybody else. The same as everybody else. Stupid," Charlie snorted. Now he knew her identity she did not mind talking, for it did not matter. She gave Jarrah a daring jab in the ribs with her forefinger.
"I am not stupid!" Jarrah roared.
"Open your eyes then wizard," snapped Charlie and rubbed one of the red jewels that was on the hilt of her sword. Wanting to slice the wizard in half alas knew that was wrong and would keep herself from spilling his blood.
"If you must know Frank is out of action. There was a tourney two nights ago," she smiled, remembering the event well. She lifted her pale blue eyes up from her sword and drew her gaze on Jarrah. "I am a knight and if you can not except that, it is your loss. I have the talent."
Charlie stood tapping her foot, waiting for the wizard to draw a reasonable conclusion. Gave the man some thinking time. She was thinking herself, of how unfair the world was. People judged her on appearance all the time, well not anymore as she always wore the armor when she was being a knight, that way nobody could criticize before they had even witnessed her talents.
"You do have talent," Jarrah mused then shook his head. "But no, it is too much of a risk," he muttered trying to talk himself out of letting the knight