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The Battle of Crimson Ends
The Turks are Coming!
It was a dazzling, bright day on this Friday. This Friday however, was very special indeed for black haired, broad shouldered Benzo and his slim brown haired friend, Zarja. They and many of their comrades were to graduate from trainees to all powerful warriors!
“It brings great joy to my heart to see such fine, loyal trainees become part of our effort against the accursed Turks.” said the king of the Franks. “Today, based on your training in the various camps, you will find out what your ranks will be. Starting at the top of the list, Benzo! You have been doing fine indeed in melee combat as your masters tell me. So without hesitation you have been chosen to serve as a legendary knight!” announced the king still going down the list.
“I can’t believe the king has chosen ME, as a knight!” cried Benzo in pure joy to Zarja.
“Yeah, well I can, you were magnificent in the training grounds!” commented Zarja.
“OI! Quiet up thar! I be trying to hear my rank. But I can’t with 2 jerksh like you in front of me!” said an obviously drunk man from behind.
“Sorry sir it shall not happen again.” said Zarja to the man. “I can tell someone has been hitting the kegs a little too hard last night, ha-ha” laughed Zarja in a whisper.
“At last I near the end with Zarja, you are the leader of a small squad of 5 archers of your choosing, choose wisely!” said the king. He then took a long gasp of air and said, “Benzo I almost forgot, come up here in front of your peers to be knighted.”
Benzo, with a bright crimson face, walked up to the king, handed him his sword and knelt down. “I can’t believe this is happening!” exclaimed Benzo under his breath. He felt the weight of the sword as it first rested on top his broad shoulders then on top his skull.
When all had seemed well a piercing scream broke out from way behind the trainees, “TURKS! TURKS ARE COMING INTO THE CAMP! TURKS ARE COM-” is all the man could scream out before a dark crimson spot appeared on his neck and he dropped face down onto the dirt.
“Well Benzo I didn’t think I would get to see you fight so soon but, give it all you’ve got!” whispered the king and ducked for cover.
Benzo sprinted up by Zarja and heard him saying, “It’s about time I get to use this!” while he was notching his bow with arrows. Smiling gravely Zarja let go of the arrow and watched as it embedded into a Turk’s neck. “Bulls eye!”
Benzo dashed as fast as he could at the pity army of Turks. The battle itself was bloody, but not a single drop of Frank blood, for these Turks had no experience at fighting head-to-head. After the last of the Turk blood had been spilled Benzo knelt down to examine one of the Turk’s bodies. “This isn’t even a fighting party, look at these weapons. It’s a spy party!”
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Back at the Turks camp a long spy master ran into the king’s throne room and rushed up to the king panting. “Sir…..I have bad….. news. The Franks you wanted us…… to spy on just had more trainees graduate and also had more…… just begin their training.” He paused for a breath. “The new warriors are indeed good fighters, they slaughtered the others in minutes without a single cut on them! They’re unstop… AGH!” he cried as his arm suddenly fell to the ground and the king sheathed his blade.
“Next time think twice before giving me bad news! And let that be a warning to you ALL! Now get him out of my sight and get that arm, err, stub of an arm bandaged up.” Then the man was rushed to the nearest herbalist to get some herbs to ease his pain..
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Back in the Frank’s camp that next morning Benzo awakens to see Zarja shaking him awake.
“Get up. GET UP! We no longer get free meals we have to hunt or buy our own food, armor, and weapons. Also the king has called us to his throne room about ten minutes ago now lets go!” and with that Zarja and Benzo rushed out of the barracks.
“You wanted to see us both sir?” asked Benzo sleepily.
“Yes Benzo, Zarja, yesterday was a great success with those danged spies! But enough of them, what I called you for is about your gear.”
“Gear? What do you mean by that sir?” questioned Zarja.
“I want you both to head over to the stable and get yourself each a nice horse. It will be very helpful in the battles to come.”
“Are you sure about this? We could always try to raise the money by doing various deeds for the mounts.” replied Benzo.
“Oh I’m quite sure now head on over! I can tell you’re both very eager to get over there. Hurry now, GO!” and with that Benzo and Zarja both raced off.
Once in the stables the two looked around for the perfect horse that best matched them. Zarja stopped in front of a sleek white horse and examined it closely. “Cloudmare, that shall be your name and you shall be my mount for our up coming battles.”
“Find yours yet? Well I want you to meet Shadowrain” Benzo said walking up with a dark as night horse. He then sighted Zarja’s horse and laughed, saying “You and I could not be anymore different Zarja!”
“That is true Benzo, that is true. Ha-ha!” he laughed.
“Well let’s go I don’t know about you but I’m starving! Let’s head over to the food market and see what we have to eat. I hear that Majoka’s boar ribs are the best there are!
“Well stop talking and let’s get over there!” and with that they both rushed off.
Within moments they reached the large square of tents and could smell the food in the air. As they looked around Zarja spotted and pointed at Majoka’s hut.
“What’ll it be?” Majoka asked in a loud booming voice.
“Just two boar ribs.” Zarja replied.
“That’ll be 6 gold” said Majoka holding his hand out. The gold was placed in his hand then he turned back to his pot and pulled out 2 large ribs. “Enjoy”
“Lets go sit under this tree.” suggested Benzo and walked over to it.
Zarja followed him then they both sat down and dug into their meal. “Mmmm these have to be the best danged boar ribs I have ever tasted in my entire life.”
Benzo nodded his head in agreement. After the last bit of boar rib had been eaten Benzo suggested, “Hey, we should go over to the blacksmith and see if we can get any new weapons or armor.”
“Ok let’s go!”
They ran over to the blacksmith’s and saw all the marvels of his shop.
“Look at this bow Zarja!” exclaimed Benzo pointing to an oak short bow.
“Wow, that’s nicer than my current, so how much for it umm…?”
“Lakara, and for that, 35 gold.” answered the blacksmith.
“How much if I gave you this current bow?” questioned Zarja
“20 gold.”
“Deal!” said Zarja setting down the bow on the counter and pulling out the needed gold coins. He put it on his back and marveled its glorious form.
They walked away from Lakara’s forge to see a messenger running at them.
“The king wishes to see you both Benzo and Zarja!” he exclaimed.
“Us? But why so?” asked Benzo in a surprised tone.
“I don’t know I’m just the guy who delivers the messages but not what those messages are about. I would hurry though, the king doesn’t like to wait.” And with that the messenger ran off.
Benzo and Zarja quickened their pace due to their warning. After a couple minutes elapsed they arrived to the large castle.
“You wished to see us your majesty?” Zarja asked.
“Indeed I did but I will explain that all in due time my dear Zarja.”
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