Okay, this is experimental, so don't expect much. I welcome any reviews, mean, nice, or just plain rude. Don't be afraid to speak your mind. Thank you!
The assassain crept into the camp at the dead of night. He slit the sentry's throat, who didn't even have time to let out a warning cry. As he reached the king's tent, one of the royal guard saw him and shouted. Immediately, chaos errupted. The assassain, realizing that he no longer held the element of surprise, immediately went for his half woken quarry. He went for the heart, but was struck across the back by a sword. His thrust was instead deflected by the king's arm. In a rapid execution of complex moves, he cut down four of his attackers. Then, he slashed at the king's chest and head, this time, not missing. Duncan grunted in pain and fell back. As he went for the jugular vien on his neck, more defenders were upon him. This time, there were more, and they were more aware. For a few moments, the assassain tried to fight them off to finish the job, but realized he was soon to be overwelmed, instead tried to escape, convinced the two critical wounds were sufficent to kill. As he fought his way through, he let out a piercing whistle. A couple of seconds later, ten bowmen sprang out from the surrounding trees and finished the remaining warriors. Meanwhile, the attacker's horse rushed out, and he mounted it.
As he rode away, abandoning his men to a certain death against the small party of knights and men at arms, felt the satisfaction of a job well done, and savored the thought of a large sum of gold.
"There you are, all better. Now, you'll need to bathe the burn daily with cool water, then let it air dry. Apply this salve and bandage it for the first five days, then let it get some air and scab over. It should be nothing but a faint scar in about two weeks."
"Thank you, Miss Lacey." said the youth. Lacey smiled.
"No need to thank me. Just be a little more careful around the forge."
"Yes, Miss Lacey," Michael replyed, head bobbing, "Of course, Miss Lacey. Now, how much shall I pay you?"
At that, she simply smiled and said, "No charge. I'm just happy to help." The boy, no more than fifteen, was about to debate that point, when the door of the inn swung open to admit a group of six young girls, all shouting up a storm.
"Help! Help! There's a man in the forest!"
"Not a man, a giant!"
"He's hurt!"
"He's dead!"
"They're all dead!"
"Help us! Help us!"
"Girls! Girls! Girls! Calm down!" said Lacey, "Now, only one of you, tell me what's going on."
The oldest of the group, probably no more than seven, said "We were out in the woods gathering berries, when Marie saw some horse prints. We told her not to follow them, but she did, so we followed her." Anna's voice grew a pitch higher. "Then, well then we found a whole bunch of men. And they were, they were all..."
"They were all dead." Finished Marie, who was only five. She was abused for the first four years of her life by her father, and was just recently taken in by her Aunt and Uncle. Unfortunately, she was still affected by it, and tended to be very quiet and reserved. Some of the older children tease her, which only serves to drive her further into her sort of depression. "One man is still alive though." It was very odd, all of the other girls where hysterical from finding the bloody battle scene, but Marie was calm. Worryingly calm.
"It's okay, it's alright." Lacey murmured comfortingly, "Just tell me, where in the woods did you find them?"
"On the southern end of town near the river." replyed Marie.
"Okay, thank you. Armonde, Leon, and Louis, come with me. Let's go investigate."
Lacey went over to the indecated area, followed by the three men, two of them carrying a stretcher. She followed the tracks and came to the small clearing, and sure enough, the ground was littered with the bodies of dead men. In the center of the gruesome scene, lay a large, muscular man, who was barely breathing. Lacey ran over to him, quickly followed by Leon and Armonde, who started to move the injured man onto the stretcher. "Hold on a minute! Let me examine him first." She looked over him, spotting a deep gash on his chest, and another on his head. After finding no broken bones, she let him be moved. "Let's bring him to the inn, but through the back. We don't want to disturb the customers."
"Are you sure Claire won't mind?" asked Louis, "She might not want this man in her Inn."
" She will let me heal him there." If I can heal him, she thought to herself.
That's all for now! Again, please tell me what you think. Even if it's bad. Or good. I like it all. Just a footnote, mainly for my sister, Louis is pronounced Looee, not Loois. Although I believe most of us already knew that.