An Untold Story
The story of my life. It's not a pretty one. Not many are. This isn't a fairy tale where the good guy gets the girl. In fact it's the opposite entirely. I'm not saying I'm a good guy or anything. Far from it even.
Let's go back to my glory days. One of the King's Own. I was once a knight in the Fifth Vanguard. I served directly under Lord Chester Brickheart. His name fit him very well. He looked just like a Chester! Oh, you thought I meant Brickheart? Well, that too, I suppose. Chester was a glorious leader. Never did anything without consulting his captain and leutenients first. I was his second in command. He trusted me and I respected him.
I had a wonderful fiancee. Her name was Alexa. Is Alexa. She's far from dead. We lost our connection when I broke my promise. Caught with a whore in a back alley. Well, she didn't catch me, but I told her about it. Guilt an' all. I wished I could take it all back, but I knew I couldn't. Needless to say, she left me after constant beggings from me for her to stay. Can't say I blame her. I would have done the same. That was a lie. I'd stay with her no matter the count. I'd forgive her just so I don't lose her. Some time in the midst of getting a ring chucked at my face the King heard about my little back alley romp. I was discharged from his service and sent to the prison on an account of dirtying the good name of the Vanguard. I faced the block. By this point I wanted to die. Lost the love of my life and my pride. What else could they take from me? My life? That had never meant much to me anyhow.
A day or two after I was sent to the dungeon (It's difficult to tell time down there.) a man came in through the wall. A secret passage. He wanted to get me out for some reason. Called himself the Gray Wolf. That name rang a bell. He was a notorious thief. Stole from the rich; gave to the poor. That sort. I wasn't interested in bustin' him. It wouldn't have been proper.
So I followed him out to freedom. He asked me to join his band of merry men (He didn't say it exactly, but you get the idea.) but I refused. Said I had business to attend to. That was a lie. I walked for a day and wound up in a small village called Feyre. It was a cozy little town. I boarded up in the inn. The innkeeper was a kindly lady. She gave me a bed in exchange for a few chores since I had no money. Life carried on that way for a few days. I wandered aimlessly. Not the type of life an ex-knight should be leading, but I was content.
Four days after I arrived in Feyre. I got an unusual visitor. He was the mysterious sort. No doubt an assassin. I knew he hadn't come for me. The King didn't use assassins.
"I have a request of you, noble knight." The guy said all scary like. It didn't phase me none. "I ain't no knight anymore." I replied.
"A man will die tonight in this town. Make sure it is the right one." It sounded like more of a command then a request, but I didn't have time to ask about it. He went and disappeared on me.
