Haven: Gundam Wing
By: Derrian Star
Chapter 1
A crowd, full of angry people, filed down the main roadway. Many carried torches; all raised their voices in a chant. 'Burn the sorcerer!' At the center of the riot a young man struggled against the two larger males who held him. He pleaded with them, blue eyes large as a does'. Fearful of what was to come. He was bloodied, bruised, blonde hair matted with red, his own blood, the result of stones hitting their marks.
"Please." his captors kept him moving even when he stumbled. "I didn't do anything!" The crowd surged into the kingdom's courtyard. At the center a vertical pole had been erected. Around it's base.tinder, firewood, all doused in flammable liquid.
"Burn the sorcerer! Rid us of this threat!"
Evil had found its way in to their city. They would never allow it to remain. It would not be given a chance to ever followed it's own footsteps back here again. Only on solution was in their minds. Death. Then again they would be safe, they would have peace once again.
"Halt!!" Everyone stopped their chants and raised eyes to the two armored figures on horseback as they approached. Polished armor shined in the bright sun. Sweat glistened on both brows, but they had too mush pride to wipe it away. "What is the meaning of this?" The brown haired officer moved a hand to the decorated hilt of his sword. The colours these two wore were unmistakable, and it would be a crime against your own life not to consider them with the up most respect. They represented the King himself.
"Help me plea-!" A large calloused hand clamped over the prisoner's mouth, silencing him. The knight's eyes only fleetly passed over him.
An elderly woman stepped out of the crowd. She, like most others, carried a lit flame. Though bent with years, she held herself proudly and spoke with confidence. "Milord's, my boys, they found this man practicing the way of the dark arts." The blond spoke a mumbled denial. The woman ignored him. "He broke into their minds and set a demon to destroy their sanity! He wanted to kill them!" Her voice broke slightly. Genuine tears filled her gray eyes, though they were not allowed to be shed.
"Are your boys alright madam?" There was little sympathy in the first knights voice as he looked through dark brown bangs down at her, but all women were to be treated with respect, no matter what. This had been drilled into each and every knights being.
She nodded, but only a little, then bowed her graying head. "My young one is unharmed.but the eldest.." a pause, "he has yet to regain consciousness."
The villagers hit the air with their fists in anger. Action was wanted. Blood was wanted in repayment. Urging his chestnut stallion forward, the second knight, who had remained quite through this all, broke a pathway through the crowd. It took him to the center, to the accused. Black hair shone slick in the afternoon light, pulled back in a warrior's tail. "Do you confess to these charges?" his deep voice was accented with foreignness.
Blonde locks shook rapidly. Large eyes pleaded to them.
The black haired knight looked back to his companion. "What do you think Captain Heero?" He asked, but what was the point of asking such a question. He knew he didn't really need to. Heero had been his commanding officer for quite a while now and he knew how the lord's mind worked. A smirk spread its way on his thin lips.
"Let them have their fun."
A whoop of satisfaction. The wave of people swarmed around the two horses, heading for the stake. Torches shown the way to the end. The second knight rode back to his captain's side, watching for any reaction from the other. There was none as usual. Emotions were not a thing the head knight was known to even possess. That is what made he their leader. "How much 'fun' are you gonna let them have Sir?" Heero looked from the people, taking their captive to be burned, to the other. He only shrugged, face a mask, void of anything.
By: Derrian Star
Chapter 1
A crowd, full of angry people, filed down the main roadway. Many carried torches; all raised their voices in a chant. 'Burn the sorcerer!' At the center of the riot a young man struggled against the two larger males who held him. He pleaded with them, blue eyes large as a does'. Fearful of what was to come. He was bloodied, bruised, blonde hair matted with red, his own blood, the result of stones hitting their marks.
"Please." his captors kept him moving even when he stumbled. "I didn't do anything!" The crowd surged into the kingdom's courtyard. At the center a vertical pole had been erected. Around it's base.tinder, firewood, all doused in flammable liquid.
"Burn the sorcerer! Rid us of this threat!"
Evil had found its way in to their city. They would never allow it to remain. It would not be given a chance to ever followed it's own footsteps back here again. Only on solution was in their minds. Death. Then again they would be safe, they would have peace once again.
"Halt!!" Everyone stopped their chants and raised eyes to the two armored figures on horseback as they approached. Polished armor shined in the bright sun. Sweat glistened on both brows, but they had too mush pride to wipe it away. "What is the meaning of this?" The brown haired officer moved a hand to the decorated hilt of his sword. The colours these two wore were unmistakable, and it would be a crime against your own life not to consider them with the up most respect. They represented the King himself.
"Help me plea-!" A large calloused hand clamped over the prisoner's mouth, silencing him. The knight's eyes only fleetly passed over him.
An elderly woman stepped out of the crowd. She, like most others, carried a lit flame. Though bent with years, she held herself proudly and spoke with confidence. "Milord's, my boys, they found this man practicing the way of the dark arts." The blond spoke a mumbled denial. The woman ignored him. "He broke into their minds and set a demon to destroy their sanity! He wanted to kill them!" Her voice broke slightly. Genuine tears filled her gray eyes, though they were not allowed to be shed.
"Are your boys alright madam?" There was little sympathy in the first knights voice as he looked through dark brown bangs down at her, but all women were to be treated with respect, no matter what. This had been drilled into each and every knights being.
She nodded, but only a little, then bowed her graying head. "My young one is unharmed.but the eldest.." a pause, "he has yet to regain consciousness."
The villagers hit the air with their fists in anger. Action was wanted. Blood was wanted in repayment. Urging his chestnut stallion forward, the second knight, who had remained quite through this all, broke a pathway through the crowd. It took him to the center, to the accused. Black hair shone slick in the afternoon light, pulled back in a warrior's tail. "Do you confess to these charges?" his deep voice was accented with foreignness.
Blonde locks shook rapidly. Large eyes pleaded to them.
The black haired knight looked back to his companion. "What do you think Captain Heero?" He asked, but what was the point of asking such a question. He knew he didn't really need to. Heero had been his commanding officer for quite a while now and he knew how the lord's mind worked. A smirk spread its way on his thin lips.
"Let them have their fun."
A whoop of satisfaction. The wave of people swarmed around the two horses, heading for the stake. Torches shown the way to the end. The second knight rode back to his captain's side, watching for any reaction from the other. There was none as usual. Emotions were not a thing the head knight was known to even possess. That is what made he their leader. "How much 'fun' are you gonna let them have Sir?" Heero looked from the people, taking their captive to be burned, to the other. He only shrugged, face a mask, void of anything.