Chapter 1
Maquettes On Strings Of Destiny
The night was dark and cool. The air was humid and somewhat cheery. The only alumination was the great torches that spewed fire like maddened dragons and the moonlight reflecting off the crystal water below. An eerie silence covered the land like a black cloak, not even a skrikit chirped. Silence.........Then suddenly the silence was broken by the sound of a massive, heavy mallet striking hard on metal followed by the hissing sound of sparks and then.....silence. The mallet struck again, and again, and again! The mallet came down, down a final time hitting the burning iron spitting up sparks and embers. The sword had been shaped. The hand, brother to the mallet hand, lifted the smoldering sword and cast it into the water, steam rose like an angry god billowing and curling toward the sky looming over all that was grounded. The newborn sword was lifted once again, "it has been baptised and now to be clothed" said a voice, he tightly wrapped a rope around the hilt and tied it at the end. The sword was then sheathed into it's scabbard and placed on a belt. Almost immediately the sword was drawn for the first time and was swinging, the sword seemed to slice the air and pierce the wind. This sword was weilded by Gidinthal, the creator and first to use it's power to fight off any and all enemies that stand in his path. "I have made my sword, and I am no longer a boy" he said to himself, "today, I AM A MAN!" he shouted, hoping the whole world would hear.
Dawn came, and Gathilicas climbed up into Gidin's house. "Gidin get on up, tis dawn and we are expected to have Kcaeon's armor polished by brunch!" said Gath hastily, "the armour was to be dont today? Ohhh, but i am too tired" Gidin moaned as he shut his eyes again. "the sooner we polish the armour the sooner we get breakfast" said Gath in a sly tone, knowing that food would get Gidin out of bed, but Gidin was still as slow and as dreary as a slurg which was not usually like him. "are you alright?" asked a concerned Gath, "it's not like you to drag yourself so". "I was up all night finishing this..." Gidin reached for his hilt and drew his magnificent sword. Gath looked in amazement, "you could be a squire and a black smith" exclaimed Gath awing the mighty weapon. The two friends laughed and they fetched the armour that was to be polished. Gidin and Gath were two great squires, they never failed their duties, never. If they were to polish armour--they would look like mirrors, if they were to fetch armour--not a link of chain-mail would go missing.
The two squires had finished the armour and their breakfasts and were off to find Kcaeon, the mighty warrior of the village. Gagion, Kcaeon's rival, had challenged Kcaeon to a joust. The joust was the talk of the town for a while and everyone was excited, they would set up small events of other warriors and give multiple surmons between fights. The brusque manner of many townsfolk frightened the two overlooked squires, ever since the event was announced; the squires had become quite popular, but in no good way whatsoever. The villagers would pile around the two weapon keepers and ask them chains of difficult and annoying questions about Kcaeon. The Squires did not like all of the attention and had gotten used to taking secret routes to the weaponry stable to avoid any more cluttery crowds. It was almost brunch when they arrived, they searched for Kcaeon all over but found no sign of him. "There he is, drinking wine, I recognise his shape anywhere" said Gath. They approached the mighty warrior with a hunched gait, almost as if they were afraid of him, "oh great lord, he have finished polishing your armour, and before brunch as we promised...", Gidin said quietly, "may we now receive our payment?" Gidin mumbled presenting the armour to him. "why, certainly! Such a good polishing requires a well-earned payment!" he shouted cheerily. The warrior reached toward his belt and pulled out a sack of coins and emptied near half the sack into the two squires hands. "There! Payment for a job well done!" he said with a large grin on his face. "thank you sir!" said Gidin, he and gath jumped and laughed and were off like two jack rabbits dancing and singing the whole way back.
"What shall we do now?" asked Gath happily, "Singing and dancing all the way home sounds good to me!" laughed Gidin, so that's exactly what they did. They skipped and jumped down Main Street with happy thoughts about their heads singing every happy folksong they knew. They then ran into Gruelgho, the town's butcher, a real fat,crusty, grumpy man who was blind in one eye.
He looked town at the two joyful squires, "what likes 'ave you got to be 'appy about" he growled, "you been stealin' money! And i 'ave copped ya red 'anded". "Nothing of the sort!" cried Gath "We just received our payment sir". "You two er liers, tremendous ones!" He snarled "If you aint the thieves, ain't it purty convenient that two of yer size and cloth were seen stealin' from my butchey shop!". "I actually find it quite inconvenient seeing how we're innocent to this crime!" Gridin retorted. The butchers glass eye lifelessly rolled around in his warted eyelid. "why you little..." the butcher raised his hand as if to slap the measley squire, but the abuse was cut short by a guard who happened to be passing by, "what's happening here?" the guard asked, "these two little scuts were stealin' from me butchery" the flabby butcher spat. "It's not true my fine guard, we are being framed!" shouted Gath, "well butcher Gruelgho, is there any evidence to this crime you claim they committed?" asked the guard. Unfortunately for Gruelgho, there was no proof of this crime and the two squires were free to go. "I wonder who did steal from the butchery" said gath.
|
