As he walked Raktacolas passed their orders on to his second who produced the current inventory from somewhere on his person. Then they set off to the first of many places they would need to visit in order to make the amendments needed before it could be returned to Trackon. An action that would result in the man reading it and then passing it straight back to them so they could fix any problems before he ordered another inventory the next time he felt the need to keep Raktacolas busy. If that didn’t occur for a while then Raktacolas and his men quietly kept stock of their stores and made sure there was enough to keep the army going.
As he stood there with his men flanking him he found himself wishing he had been able to escape to his hunt before the messenger found him. Instead of the cool shade offered by the trees he was standing here in the open sun with a heavy cloak and heavier armour. Not only that his whole company’s tents were being relocated to even further from the command post which would no doubt irk Trackon.
Life has been a bit hectic at the moment so I haven’t had time to put pen to paper let alone sit down in front of my laptop. So what better way to dive back in than with the tale of a man who quite simply didn’t have enough time?
Without further introduction I give you Raktacolas a soldier in the Aticulan army. Of course he wasn’t just any soldier, he was a well-known lord. Famed in fact for his skill with a sword, it wasn’t just him but whole company he led that was renowned. A group of ten heavy armed knights all of whom sat atop great horses with gleaming coats and would go anywhere, do anything, in the name of duty.
So we’re back again with our favourite knight. The one who was utterly disgraced and then managed to win back his honour. The one who is twice bound by oaths to protect his king and to protect a key gifted to that very king. This story takes place before the prince became a king, before the knight became the first knight of the kingdom. He’s regained his honour but he’s still not really trusted, he’s still not really believed. The one thing everyone agrees on though is that this knight, once disgraced for running, will never flee from danger even if it means his certain death.
Step one: make sure you don’t know all of your enemies banners, so it takes you a long time to realise there is a threat.
The knight was out alone on a patrol, when he saw it. A huge army heading towards him with great banners flying high above it. He scanned the colourful fabric searching for a banner he recognised, some sign that this army wasn’t a threat. There. A banner flapped in the breeze opening as the knight looked at it and a spark or recognition was lit inside him. His heart sank, this was an attack not a mustering of allies. He turned his horse and spurred it in the direction of the city.
The knight rose late from his slumber. The sun waking him as it penetrated through his curtains. With a groan, he rolled up and pulled the curtain back. He was immediately assaulted by the sun pouring into the room through the window. He blinked rapidly and climbed out of his bed.
The day before he’d come back from a month-long trip with his king. It had been a small party and the need to keep the king safe had led to him being on edge for most of the trip. By the time they’d ridden into the city the evening before his nerves had been well and truly frazzled. The king had taken one look at him and said, “take a day for yourself.”
A key that can open any lock you choose. That can only ever be used once but for that one time it is unstoppable. Just think of the chaos that would happen if only five such keys existed. The results could be cataclysmic or they could be extraordinary. In the end though the keys would have been used and the world would recover from the chaos to become something new.
What if such a key had existed once? Fiercely guarded until it could be passed on. Kept a secret by its guards who never saw let alone spoke to anyone outside their order. It was a sacred artefact that was known of only in myth and legend. Originally one of ten, the others had been used towards evil means and this one, the last, had been hidden away for safety. This is the story of what happened to that key or more precisely who it was given to.
Today’s daily prompt: The Spice of Success asks how spicy you like your success stories. It focuses around the quote “failure is the condiment that gives success its flavour” by Truman Capote. For how can you have success without first having failure? How many times in your life have you got something exactly perfect the first time you tried with not mistakes along the way? I can answer that one for you, the answer is simply you never have. Oh, you might have tried; you might have come close but you’ll never have succeeded in doing so.
This little tale tells of a man who kept failing but no matter what he carried on. He didn’t give up until he had restored his honour and that in itself is what made his success all the sweeter for without the failure he wouldn’t have treasured the result. Without the failures he wouldn’t have become a different man, a greater man.
Trick or Trick today’s daily prompt. A request for what the neighbourhood kids would have to do to scare you. This prompt caused a few problems for me so you can have the story of a resilient knight and his companions while I think of a response to this.
The knights rode out from their city in close formation with their cloaks billowing out behind them. On the city walls their prince watched them go frowning slightly at having been kept behind. He just had this feeling that they were going to run into trouble on what should be just a routine patrol. With a sigh he turned away and headed down from the wall. He’d just have to wait and see.