Chapter I. The Fate of the Bastard.
It was his time now, finally, after years and years of hiding and begging, after so many false smiles and bows to the enemies of the kingdom, his kingdom, after so many dark nights, so many assassination attempts, illusionary and real, so many escapes, after so much cowardice, from his servants, from his so called bannermen who until that day never do anything to reclaim his rightful crown, his rightful seat and kingdom. After so much cowardice, his cowardice, he felt lightness in his heart; he would never be a coward anymore, he would never escape anymore like in that night in Reyvadin.
It was his time now, the time to be brave, the time to unsheathe his weapon and charge upon his enemies, the time to feel the thrill of the upcoming battle, the freedom of galloping at full speed with his horse and so he did when he saw enemies ahead. Good men turned bandits of the tundra, traitors, no Vaegir men anymore at least to the eyes of the prince, not so different to his uncle and cousin. “I will not tolerate traitors anymore”, he said to himself feeling lightness in his hearth, he had tolerated them enough time, the weight of a cowardice that have haunted him so much time finally lifted from his shoulders, he felt brave, more and more brave as he approached galloping to the bandits, alone.
Knights stood surprised when his lord galloped charging to the bandits, not many lords attack bandits just for justice, most of them do only for profit or, covered in duty or drill, for boredom. Eventually the cavaliers followed their liege, maybe he was a little too daring, but maybe that was how men fated to be became legendary supposed to be. It was his time now, time to become one, a story to be told and retold, from the very moment when a young boy escapes from Reyvadin to the moment when after a final battle a man, a king, will triumphally return acclaimed by his bannermen, by his soldiers, and his people. Knights eventually charged behind his lord, behind the man who was supposed to be escorted from Ichamur in the Khanate to the Rock of Rivacheg, behind the man who was supposed to become a king, a legend.
It was his time now, the time to be powerful, the time to feel powerful and he was already feeling that way, he saw when one of the fifteen bandits ahead tried to escape and look for cover in the snow. The men of taiga were hard men, but in legends the very presence of a truly king were enough to fright even the hard men, and now, after so many years he had that kind of power. It was his time now, time to feel like a truly king should feel and so he did, time to know his fate and so he did, he saw his future, he saw himself in Rivached being crowned by the noblemen that supported him, he saw himself defeating the usurper Yaroglek and reconquering his rightful seat, taking back what was his, his crown, his kingdom, his honor after so many years. The prince felt lightness in his heart, the confidence to know he had a glorious fate.
It was his time now, his very presence was enough not only to frighten his enemies but to rally the men to him too, the knights were following him, his knights were following him. He saw when he turned to them for a moment. When he was just a boy, alone in nights full of terrors, far away from his beloved mother and father, he always saw behind him to his enemies, the real and the illusionary. Their enemies always attacked from behind, the backstabbers, the assassins that always were following him and his little retinue. It was his time now, time to have the enemies ahead like always should been, he would attack them from ahead, he would not be a coward anymore, his enemies were ahead, his destiny was ahead. The Vaegir Prince turned his head ahead and met his destiny; he felt lightness in his heart, such lightness as a feather floating in sky, such as the warmth of the Velucan dusk in summer all within the coldness of snow, such as the softness of a limitless white bed. It was his time now, the time to fulfill his destiny so he did, and then he felt no more.
Please criticize me and correct my most evident mistakes, this is for fun and for practicing my English at the same time. Let me know too if you like or not what I am writing.
It was his time now, finally, after years and years of hiding and begging, after so many false smiles and bows to the enemies of the kingdom, his kingdom, after so many dark nights, so many assassination attempts, illusionary and real, so many escapes, after so much cowardice, from his servants, from his so called bannermen who until that day never do anything to reclaim his rightful crown, his rightful seat and kingdom. After so much cowardice, his cowardice, he felt lightness in his heart; he would never be a coward anymore, he would never escape anymore like in that night in Reyvadin.
It was his time now, the time to be brave, the time to unsheathe his weapon and charge upon his enemies, the time to feel the thrill of the upcoming battle, the freedom of galloping at full speed with his horse and so he did when he saw enemies ahead. Good men turned bandits of the tundra, traitors, no Vaegir men anymore at least to the eyes of the prince, not so different to his uncle and cousin. “I will not tolerate traitors anymore”, he said to himself feeling lightness in his hearth, he had tolerated them enough time, the weight of a cowardice that have haunted him so much time finally lifted from his shoulders, he felt brave, more and more brave as he approached galloping to the bandits, alone.
Knights stood surprised when his lord galloped charging to the bandits, not many lords attack bandits just for justice, most of them do only for profit or, covered in duty or drill, for boredom. Eventually the cavaliers followed their liege, maybe he was a little too daring, but maybe that was how men fated to be became legendary supposed to be. It was his time now, time to become one, a story to be told and retold, from the very moment when a young boy escapes from Reyvadin to the moment when after a final battle a man, a king, will triumphally return acclaimed by his bannermen, by his soldiers, and his people. Knights eventually charged behind his lord, behind the man who was supposed to be escorted from Ichamur in the Khanate to the Rock of Rivacheg, behind the man who was supposed to become a king, a legend.
It was his time now, the time to be powerful, the time to feel powerful and he was already feeling that way, he saw when one of the fifteen bandits ahead tried to escape and look for cover in the snow. The men of taiga were hard men, but in legends the very presence of a truly king were enough to fright even the hard men, and now, after so many years he had that kind of power. It was his time now, time to feel like a truly king should feel and so he did, time to know his fate and so he did, he saw his future, he saw himself in Rivached being crowned by the noblemen that supported him, he saw himself defeating the usurper Yaroglek and reconquering his rightful seat, taking back what was his, his crown, his kingdom, his honor after so many years. The prince felt lightness in his heart, the confidence to know he had a glorious fate.
It was his time now, his very presence was enough not only to frighten his enemies but to rally the men to him too, the knights were following him, his knights were following him. He saw when he turned to them for a moment. When he was just a boy, alone in nights full of terrors, far away from his beloved mother and father, he always saw behind him to his enemies, the real and the illusionary. Their enemies always attacked from behind, the backstabbers, the assassins that always were following him and his little retinue. It was his time now, time to have the enemies ahead like always should been, he would attack them from ahead, he would not be a coward anymore, his enemies were ahead, his destiny was ahead. The Vaegir Prince turned his head ahead and met his destiny; he felt lightness in his heart, such lightness as a feather floating in sky, such as the warmth of the Velucan dusk in summer all within the coldness of snow, such as the softness of a limitless white bed. It was his time now, the time to fulfill his destiny so he did, and then he felt no more.
Please criticize me and correct my most evident mistakes, this is for fun and for practicing my English at the same time. Let me know too if you like or not what I am writing.