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distance. Instead of an oval it now looked more like a horseshoe because of the large section that had collapsed.
Steve looked up and saw dragons, phoenixes, gryphons, and warbirds teaming up and killing what was left of the warriors on friendly monsters. I hope Ty isn’t among them.
A warrior was blasted off his dragon and lifelessly cartwheeled through the air before disappearing behind buildings in the distance. His monster was then viciously torn to shreds. Monsters absolutely despised other monsters that had turned sides and served the good god and his people. Few things gave them more pleasure than killing traitors.
Fires blazed in buildings all around the south, sending pillars of smoke rising up high in the sky. Past the smoke and flames, Steve could see that only one of Celestial’s catapults was being used out of the two viewable from his location. Warriors were firing either one large boulder or many tiny boulders out into the advancing monster army. They were rushing to get off as many shots as they could. Even though the castle bells of retreat had sounded, they remained steadfast.
The warriors manning the trebuchet catapult must have believed they would be overtaken within minutes just like the warriors on the catapult further down the curved outer wall. Being too late to retreat to the nearest watchtower, they put their final breaths to good use and used them to kill as many monsters as they could with their projectiles.
Beyond the inner wall and the fields behind them, was the harbor. Dozens of massive ships were burning. Some were already halfway below the waters, pulling the rest of the ship down with it, to the dark bottom of the Darien Sea.
Steve turned away from the scene of destruction he saw through the window. He ran up two steps at a time to catch up to Sir Lambert. They exited onto a fourth story of the castle. Before continuing, the famous warrior turned around and spoke to Steve.
“I need a man like you to help provide an extra guard for the king. I am temporarily promoting you to knighthood, Stephen Brightflame.”
Steve was speechless. “What?” he asked, half laughing and half in shock. At first he thought he had misheard the Supreme Commander. The Guardian Knights were an elite club whose job was to protect the royalty. There were only twelve of them. All were dubbed official knights and civilians were ordered to show them respect by calling them “Sir.”
It had always been Steve’s dream to be one of the twelve knights, one of the twelve guardians of the king. He had never heard of a temporary knight before, but if anyone had the authority to give him his new title, it was the leader of the Guardian Knights, the Supreme Commander.
Steve found justification in accepting the position he felt unworthy of. If this is the Supreme Commander’s wish then who am I to deny this warrior of legend?
“You heard me true,” Sir Lambert confirmed. “Forgive me for not taking the time to dub you officially, Sir Brightflame.”
“It’s only formality,” Steve agreed as he tried to hide his excited smile. Thank you for the honor, Supreme Commander.”
“You’ve earned it,” Sir Lambert said, already turned around and walking again. He continued to lead Steve further into the large castle.
He seemed so composed and commanding before, calmly barking out orders. But up close, his eyes give away his nervousness. Whatever is happening, it can’t be good.
Steve followed closely. They walked at a fast pace through wide and narrow corridors and through large and small rooms. Some were quickly opened by the workers who stood by them, others by a large set of keys the Supreme Commander could easily take off and then reattach to his belt. Steve began to get a headache trying to mentally figure out which compass direction he was facing.
He was convinced Sir Lambert could read his confused mind, when the man blurted out, “We’re almost there.” He opened a set of large iron trimmed
Steve looked up and saw dragons, phoenixes, gryphons, and warbirds teaming up and killing what was left of the warriors on friendly monsters. I hope Ty isn’t among them.
A warrior was blasted off his dragon and lifelessly cartwheeled through the air before disappearing behind buildings in the distance. His monster was then viciously torn to shreds. Monsters absolutely despised other monsters that had turned sides and served the good god and his people. Few things gave them more pleasure than killing traitors.
Fires blazed in buildings all around the south, sending pillars of smoke rising up high in the sky. Past the smoke and flames, Steve could see that only one of Celestial’s catapults was being used out of the two viewable from his location. Warriors were firing either one large boulder or many tiny boulders out into the advancing monster army. They were rushing to get off as many shots as they could. Even though the castle bells of retreat had sounded, they remained steadfast.
The warriors manning the trebuchet catapult must have believed they would be overtaken within minutes just like the warriors on the catapult further down the curved outer wall. Being too late to retreat to the nearest watchtower, they put their final breaths to good use and used them to kill as many monsters as they could with their projectiles.
Beyond the inner wall and the fields behind them, was the harbor. Dozens of massive ships were burning. Some were already halfway below the waters, pulling the rest of the ship down with it, to the dark bottom of the Darien Sea.
Steve turned away from the scene of destruction he saw through the window. He ran up two steps at a time to catch up to Sir Lambert. They exited onto a fourth story of the castle. Before continuing, the famous warrior turned around and spoke to Steve.
“I need a man like you to help provide an extra guard for the king. I am temporarily promoting you to knighthood, Stephen Brightflame.”
Steve was speechless. “What?” he asked, half laughing and half in shock. At first he thought he had misheard the Supreme Commander. The Guardian Knights were an elite club whose job was to protect the royalty. There were only twelve of them. All were dubbed official knights and civilians were ordered to show them respect by calling them “Sir.”
It had always been Steve’s dream to be one of the twelve knights, one of the twelve guardians of the king. He had never heard of a temporary knight before, but if anyone had the authority to give him his new title, it was the leader of the Guardian Knights, the Supreme Commander.
Steve found justification in accepting the position he felt unworthy of. If this is the Supreme Commander’s wish then who am I to deny this warrior of legend?
“You heard me true,” Sir Lambert confirmed. “Forgive me for not taking the time to dub you officially, Sir Brightflame.”
“It’s only formality,” Steve agreed as he tried to hide his excited smile. Thank you for the honor, Supreme Commander.”
“You’ve earned it,” Sir Lambert said, already turned around and walking again. He continued to lead Steve further into the large castle.
He seemed so composed and commanding before, calmly barking out orders. But up close, his eyes give away his nervousness. Whatever is happening, it can’t be good.
Steve followed closely. They walked at a fast pace through wide and narrow corridors and through large and small rooms. Some were quickly opened by the workers who stood by them, others by a large set of keys the Supreme Commander could easily take off and then reattach to his belt. Steve began to get a headache trying to mentally figure out which compass direction he was facing.
He was convinced Sir Lambert could read his confused mind, when the man blurted out, “We’re almost there.” He opened a set of large iron trimmed
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