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Servant Rider
Boromir was not a happy man today, not only did he lost his horse, he still got miles and miles to get to Rivendale for the secret council about Isildur's Bane. Now, the Captain of Gondor was facing a small group of about five orcs and he was tired and angry.
Curse you Sauron! Boromir thought angrily, not even caring that he shouldn't think about the dark lord who was currently in Mordor, waiting for the time when Gondor would be at its weakest and turned his beloved city into nothing but a barren wasteland like the land of Mordor. Boromir had faith in his brother Faramir's leardership and his skills as a soldier, but he was more worried that Osgiliath, the one ruined city that stood between Mordor's force and his beloved city, Minas Tirith, would be defenceless because his father who was the steward of Gondor would refused to sent any reinforcement to Faramir because of his dislike to his younger son.
This was the reason why he must obtain the Isildur' Bane, he believed greatly that it had the power to protect his proud country. Gondor needed power more than ever now that the dark lord had once again threatened to take over all the Free People of Middle-Earth.
After he had killed the five orcs, he slowly made his way to the general direction where Rivendell should, since his map was with the horse which said horse had ran away from him when he was fighting against the orcs, he was pretty much lost.
Boromir continued to head for the mountains he saw and hoped that he would find a village of some sort where he could get some supplies and a new horse to get to Rivendell before he finally succumbed to his wounds. They might be small injuries, but he was still losing blood.
The captain of Gondor continued his march until he was too tired to move his feet and fell down to the ground. Deciding that since he could barely even move his body, he closed his eyes and hoped he could still opened them later. The only thing he thought he saw was a bright red light.
When Boromir opened his eyes after he was sleeping who knew how long, he was not in the middle of the field where he had lost consciousness, but he was now in someone's bed, in someone's house and in who knew where this someone lived.
At least it's not the orcs who found me. Boromir thought wryly as he sat up on his bed and examined the bandages over his body for a second before he was distracted by a loud laugh coming from outside. The Gondornian quickly pulled his shirt on and went outside to see what caused the loud commotion.
The scene Boromir saw made him questioned if he was perhaps dreaming. In the middle of the crowd of villagers sat a giant man who was drinking ale and laughing with the villagers, despite his features being foreign, with the wild red hair and tanned skin, the villagers didn't seemed the least afraid of this man in a dark time like this.
'Ah you are finally awake!' the stranger said when he spotted him and stood up. Boromir let out a small gasp when the stranger was even taller than any of the villagers, he was practically a giant! 'I thought I'll have to finish all the ale before you wake up! Ha! Ha! Ha!'
The Gondornian was not sure if he should laugh or not, this stranger's laugh was very contagious as all the villagers started laughing with him. Ignoring all the laughter, Boromir asked, 'Who are you?'
'Me?' the stranger repeated, almost like he was dying to wait for someone to ask him that, then he his arms out wide and stretched out to the sky.
'My name is Iskandar, the King of Conquerors! In this Grail War, I am of the class Rider,' the giant stranger shouted loudly as if he wanted the whole Middle-Earth to know his name. 'Though as a Servant in this Grail War, I am often called as Rider instead of my true name.'
Boromir felt a migraine was coming up as he reached up to massage his throbbing temples, somehow this man named himself as Iskandar, but then he added that in this Grail War, whatever that was, he was instead named Rider.
'I am afraid you have mistaken something, there is a war coming, but it is not name the Grail War. In fact it wasn't even named yet,' Boromir whispered in a hush tone, for he did not want to frighten or worry any of the villagers.
Iskandar let out a long sigh as he rubbed the back of his head while muttering lowly, 'Seriously, another one as clueless and as much of a idiot as Waver? Why do I always seem to get Masters who are too serious and knows almost next to thing about enjoying life?'
The Gondornian was about to retort... only he hissed in pain when he felt the wound on his sword arm had opened. He was about to curse, but when he saw what was over his hand his words were stuck in his throat. There on his hand was a bloody symbol of his great country, the representation of the white tree, the crown of the king and its six stars.
'What... what... what...' Boromir stuttered as he tried to comprehend how his hand got marked and he couldn't remember anything, nor the pain made from this mark.
'Those are Command Seals,' a Rider said, pulling Boromir back to his reality and made him focus more on the giant being in front of him. 'Huh, might as well as finish the contract.' Rider cleared his throat loudly. 'Are thou my Master?'
'What?' Boromir shouted loudly, being more confused than ever and he hated not knowing things.
'I'll take that as a yes,' Iskandar muttered calmly before he continued. 'Servant Rider, upon your summoning, I have come forth. From here on my blade rests in your hands and your fate rests in my hands.'
'Alright...' the man of Gondor said doubtfully. 'You said these are Command Seals.'
Boromir lifted his hand up to show the mark on his hand to Rider who answered, 'Yes, the Command Seals allow the Master three rights to absolute obedience. By giving any command with the desire for it, it will be impossible for me, a Servant, to disobey your command. Though by doing so, you will lose of one of your seals and when you lose all three, you will lose your right as Master in this war, while Servants can chose to establish a new contract with another Master if they linger in this world long enough to make one.'
'Any kind of order?' Boromir whispered as he studied the seals with new interests.
'Yes. Waver once told that he was tempted to order me to obey his every command,' Rider remarked before he burst out laughing, which made Boromir agreed with, whoever this Waver was, the idea of making Rider obey every order.
Though as a warrior, he would not stoop so low and forcefully made Rider did things not out of his freewill, still if Rider continued with his nonchalant attitude like this he would most definitely use his seals.
I hope everyone who read this enjoy it!
