(CREDITS):
-Written by thewriter197
-Written for experience in medieval writing.
-This story may be turned into a book one day in future. Story about knights with animal furs battle each other for power. In the middle there is a woman who wants to accomplish something and along the way she meets companions that tag along. I haven't came up with something more concrete for the story as of yet. Right now, I am just practicing and learning what I can in the fantasy medieval genre.
The two sat down at the round table. Cinnamon listened to what the old man had to say. Eager to learn more about the mysterious fighter. Ran tried to get more into detail with the past experiences of Maelyn. Ran stopped for a moment and took a sip. Much time has passed in the conversation. More time then Cinnamon had prepared for the small meeting with Ran at the 5 Nail bar. The Sun was nowhere to be seen through the large window on the ceiling.
5 Nail bar, the place all types of people venture in to have a moment of relapse. A sturdy wooden bar with layers of lazikel metal between. About 8 stories high and big enough to fit 8 battalions of claw soldiers. Occasionally, drunks would show up blabbering about all sorts of ill manner. But, it was a nice spot for you to have private talk about old times without the caution of someone watching. Ran had been going to the bar since his father took him. Tonight, it was quiet and only a few customers were interested in wetting beaks.
Ran talked on about the refugees. Among the refugees, he claimed there was one like exceptional. One that deserves recognition in Ran’s eyes. Geraldo was the one. The one who went far and wide. Hunted anything without fear. Ran have seen many warriors like Geraldo, but none with such fearless eyes with pitches of black. Black wolf like warrior with a sword stance that was mixed with other never before seen styles. How many has he killed? Some say he has killed 9,000 and then some. No one knows how many he has killed.
Strangely, there isn’t much known about Geraldo’s past. The beast taught men how to handle a sword and started a secrete knight brotherhood. “The name, I can’t remember it,” said Ran. Ran went on saying Geraldo always carried a green blade with him. A green blade that didn’t have a glow to it. Wasn’t magically blessed by some elf or goddess. It just had painted in faded green. The blade was not something people in Lazikel made. Geraldo came from a far away land. Somewhere far away with equipment customs not ordinary.
Cinnamon nodded and looked down at her cup of dragon lizard beer. Ran was pretty drunk tonight. Words could be swaying in a realm that is too far into myth and legend. “What does this have to do with Maelyn?” said Cinnamon. "The teacher…..have you been listening?” said Ran. “Yes……I been trying to connect what you say and……..” said Cinnamon. Ran waived his hand in the air to indicate that it wasn’t a big deal. She knew what Cinnamon was trying to do.
Old eyes stopped talking for a minute. Looked away to the man reading a book by the back window. He knew what was going on in Cinnamon’s mind. Not wanting to alert and cause unnecessary babble, he decided to play along with Cinnamon’s questions a little longer. More sips of the bleye dwarven beer drained to his belly.
“Pat” the cup landed on the wooden table. Old man spoke again. Talking about Geraldo again to Cinamon. Geraldo met Maelyn at the bridge during the battle of Fist and Claws. The bridge was small and in the middle of a grassland. With the Sun setting behind the trees, the three armies fought each other for 9 hours straight. The battle of Fist and Claw was a rough strain on your body. Maelyn was just a recruit in the military at the time. His sword skills were barely passable. Fear ran down his legs and made people think his tail was never leaving the downward position.
The battle was fierce in the middle. Maelyn was running to the bridge to get out of fighting. Somewhere along the line he dropped his sword. He looked at the fight his brother was having many feet away in the grass. Maelyn turned and heard something on his right. Two yellow fur legs were charging fast on the bridge. Sword aiming for Maelyn’s chest. Wielded by a cat warrior wearing bronze metal. Before the cat warrior had a chance to impale his sword, Geraldo clung on the warrior's sword with his green sword. Maelyn shook and tripped into the small river underneath. The swords vibrated between the two on the stone steps. Geraldo was not impressed with the low level warrior who barely knew how to kill a man. The cat knight thought he could kill Geraldo too. After a few more clanks and swings, the two backed up and stared at each other. The cat warrior had yellow with small brown fur. The Sun was almost about to die down. Orange light flickered on the cracks of their eyes. They brought out a few breaths and holded their swords tight. “How did he kill the…..” said Ciniamon. “I was just about to say, wait, just wait my little face.” said Ran.
Geraldo put more strength in his sword arm and knocked the sword away. The sword flew in the water. Cat warrior looked at down at his sword and then felt it. Thrusted in the chest. Tearing flesh in two and letting the blood fall on both edges. “Your death will come just like mine did,” said cat warrior. “Maybe that day is come but it won’t be at this moment with this sword in.” Replied Geraldo. Sword released from the chest. Skidding over cracked bone. Screeching and adding comfort to Geraldo’s mind.
Geraldo glanced over at Maelyn. Brown leather chest piece half sunk in the water and dripping in it. Maelyn opened his eyes and looked up at the bridge. Black armored unhelmed knight with wolf appearance that had a sword in sheathe. “Thanks….I uh, I owe and I want you to train me.” said Maelyn. “Why, you don’t deserve to be here. I see the look. Your low on ability to perform. Should just quit today and do something else.” said Geraldo. “No, I made this bloody choice and I want you to train me.” said Maelyn. “Fine, meet me by the 4 way stone in Zangui Forest at dawn.” Geraldo said. a He walked back to his horse tied on a tree in the grassland. Geraldo heard Maelyn say something else but deiced not to hear it. There were other matters he had to attend to.
Many weeks past for Maelyn. Maelyn grew in skills and learned everything he could. How to hunt with the bow and stretch it to reach fine distances. How to hold sword with one hand and then two hand. Dodging enemy movements and blocking a sword while not dropping. Everything Geraldo knew was taught to Maelyn. Maelyn was trained each day and was not allowed to say no to task given.
Once the training was finished, Geraldo left to another town. He left a letter to Maelyn to find a path that truly suited him. What became of Geraldo? No one really knows. He put down his last beer and took off lighting fast in the woods. Some say he was searching for his lover. Others, say he wanted to find a treasure to increase his already high power. No one in Lazikel has seen Geraldo since. 12 years has went by and Maelyn was the last one to see him.
Geraldo made Maelyn great and very strong. Something still lies in Maelyn from Geraldo. The lad went on to being a mercenary and joining different armies when he pleased. “Knight always had a sword protecting me too. I just wanted to say that because……” said Ran. “……….” said Cinnamon. “Because its true you know. Well, that’s the lot you wanted.” said Ran. His neck moved up to the lanterns on the ceiling. Watching the fire move in the glass. Cinnamon felt the story was way too expanded. But, she figured out how Maeyln got so good in battle. Another sip of beer passed in Ran's throat. He put cup down. Cold air came and the night got darker.
