Griffin Undying! A heroes of might and magic 5 story. This is my first story, so please help me improve my writing! This is a fanfiction that follow's the game's campaign from a new perspective. tell me if I mix events up! Thank you all!
Chapter 1: First Assignment.
The grassy plains were stained red, the rivers tainted with blood. Everywhere, corpses of men and demons lay on the field where they had died. I surveyed the battlefield, than jogged back to Sir Dougal.
"Squire Trueblood, what happened during the battle?" Of course, trust Sir Dougal to turn a battle into a lesson.
"The imps overran the peasents, and were destroyed by Sir Vittorio's marksmen. However, the hell-chargers rushed them. Victory was only assured because of the help of Michael. However, it was very costly for my cousin's army." Sir Dougal tapped his helmet in that infuriating way.
"Very good, Trueblood. However, in the future, do not address me as an equal. I am your officer. repeat that last sentence with the respect due to me." Blast it, stupid rank...
"It was very costly for Cousin Ornella's forces sir!"
"Well, I'll take that for now. You've been removed from your position as my Squire, Trueblood!" My eyes filled with tears. I'd waited years, training, preparing, dreaming of my knighthood. I had worked while my brother played and flirted with the servants. I'd lost my chance and HE was a knight. I felt my world crumbling around me. Sir Dougal looked alarmed.
"No, No lad! I'm sorry. You've proved yourself. you've been reassigned" Sir Dougal, for all of his gruff stubbornness, was obviously trying to hold back some powerful emotion.
"Thank you sir! For everything!" I embraced the knight, who was really more of a father too me. "Where have I been assigned?" Sir Dougal smiled, and handed me a scroll.
"The Queen's rallying forces in Ashwood. Among the recruits, she asked for officers. I dub thee Sir William Trueblood of Raven Duchy, bear that honor well!" I bowed, and finally the tears fell. I seized Shadowbright's saddle. I'd waited years for this. Sir Dougal patted me on the back.
"Be safe, my boy! Remember, we'll pray for you. Griffin Eternal."
"Farewell, Uncle! Griffin Eternal" I set off at a canter, unaware that my fate was casting the die.
I arrived in Strongbow a week later. The town was obviously over-crowded. I decided to go to the tavern first, because in most towns it also served a station point for knights and other heroes.
When I entered the bar, it was full of knights from all of the duchys, except my own. In the center of the building a man in plain chain-mail was waving a list in the air.
"Silence! Silence you louts! You sign the paper, you get your pay!" Obviously the man was asking for a fight, but his face...
"Thomas?" I query incredulously. His parents had left the Duchy following the last Demon insurgence
"William? Is it you? What are you doing here?" Thomas is not stupid, but this was annoying.
"I'm signing your list! I've been sent by..." Thomas had cut me off, he was yelling again. Finally I got my name on that list.
"Report to Sir Rutger, Sir Knight." That's it? ten years and barely a greeting? The Dragons must have been laughing in heaven, because there was a lot in store, and much worse things awaited me than missed greetings.