The Olesian Heir.
Prologue.
20 Years ago.
"Quickly this way. We must flee! The city has been taken." Shouted Sir Liam. He surged forward intercepting the two mercenaries preparing to attack the group from the front while the dethroned king protected the rear from the other mercenaries attacking from there. The ring of swords echoed around the city streets as the fighting continued but the mercenaries kept coming.
Suddenly the king cried out as the attacker's sword pierced his shoulder and down he went. The queen panicking took up one of the slain attacker's sword and rushed forwards to her fallen king stabbing the enemy in the neck as she went. As the final enemy fell Sir Liam ran towards the couple ripping the bottom of his tunic when he reached them.
"Here, rap that around the shoulder to stop the bleeding. Hurry there is very little time. They almost have full control of the city." Sir Liam said. "Thanks." the Queen replied as Sir Liam handed the torn up material to her. Wrapping the material carefully but firmly around the wound, the Queen looked up to Sir Liam saying "He's lost a bit of blood, we must seek a healer." "There are none that I trust more than your brother." He answered. "But that's almost 4 days away on horseback! It would be longer if we have to walk!" The Queen shouted. "I know." He replied grimly.
"We must get to the clearing in the woods and then I can call Kilgharrah to fly us to Camelot." The king said with gritted teeth. "Sire, you know that King Uther has no love for the dragons. If he catches you it will be the death of the dragon lords!" Sir Liam protested. "Then we must not get captured then." He replied stubbornly.
"Whatever the decision is we must leave before they find us. Can you stand my love? " The queen asked holding out her hand to him. The king nodded his head and grasped he hand firmly, grunting in pain as he stood. Sir Liam went first sword at the ready for any potential threats that maybe ahead. It felt like an eternity later when they reached the city gate bordering on the forest.
Checking to see if the coast was clear Sir Liam noticed no one so he beckoned to them to come. The two huddled figures hurried towards him. The screams of the entire city rang out as the battle for the city continued, but it was a lost cause. So the royals fled with their most trusted knight into the sanctuary of the dark forest. That would be the last time they saw their beloved city.
AN: This is my first story for fanfiction, so please tell me what you think. Enjoy!
Mushushy.