Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine.
It is a product of Bandi and the other company?
(sorry about that)
Hidden Pasts Chapter Four
Forgotten Memories
Matt wanted to scream, scream, and then scream some more. As a soldier approached the hay with a torch, all that escaped his lips was a silent whimper. The thoughts crossed his mind, should he run or stay where he was put ? Run and die, or stay and die anyway ? Not much of a choice. He choose to stay like his grandfather told him, his grandfather would save him, he thought. Every once and a while you have to take a leap of faith. He tried to be obedient, most of the time, but his father always said he was rebellious. "Please don't do this", Matt's grandfather pleaded. "If you do this barn will burn down, and you might be trapped inside, consider the possibilities".
"All the funner", the captain stated gleefully. The soldier was still advancing with the torch at a steady pace. Matt never noticed the colors a flame before, but they looked evil, and increasingly so. The wicked flame cast a wicked shadow over the wooden wall. The soldier was close enough that Matt could see his face now, bloodthirsty , just like the scrawny rat. But this time there would not be any blood left from him, just ashes. The soldier didn't hesitate to do what was assigned as he began to lower the torch to the hay.
Then something new caught Matt's attention, he saw a sudden burst of movement from his grandfather. With in human strength he escaped his captors. The young blond didn't have time to think before he realized that the soldier with the torch never made it. That didn't stop the fire tough, although it didn't reach the hay, it did however ignite the dead soldiers body. It was only a matter of time before the flame spread. Immediately the soldiers began to advance on Matt's grandfather, who seemed to pull the sword out of no where. But in reality it was hidden under his outer garments. Then one by one his grandfather began to kill each soldier with excellent skill and effort Matt had never seen before and didn't know existed. His grandfather was a sword master, this was new. And then there was only five soldiers with the commander.
No one saw the arrow save the captain, and the arrow man who shot it, till it pierced the old King in his right shoulder. It was a good shot considering the old King was right handed. But the arrow man should of known a move like that would of cost him his life, and it did. Then the commander seemed to have a plan. The old king in the middle of the barn wounded, they seemed to have a couple advantages. The commander issued four of his most skilled men to rush the old King at the same time, but more importantly on horses. No man could win this fight wounded, especially with the decrease in strength considering the arrow was poisoned.
Suddenly Matt saw four men on horses charge his grandfather as if on cue. Matt let out a cry as he saw his grandfather shudder, then be brutally chopped down by the four men, not before taking two of the four with him and wounding at least one more. Matt forgot all danger as he left his hiding place and ran to his grandfathers side. "It was all my fault," the young child whispered over and over in a constant litany. For his grandfather this was not the time for that he had something of high importance to say.
"make me a promise," he rasped. He would tell his grandson this even if it was with his final breath. "Make me a promise", his grandfather rasped. "Promise me you will regain the kingdom and find your brother." Matt nodded in agreement. "And Matt, remember , Ishidans always keep their promises". The old king shuddered. "No don't die", Matt pleaded in a whisper. "But it's my time, your parents and I love you Matt. Look deep into your heart to find the answer to all your questions. All that is devised by the human mind can be solved. The rings…..". He shuttered again, and let out what was to be known as his last breath. With that , one of the last Ishidan bloodlines perished.
"Aww, how touching", the soldiers captain said cruelly. To Matt what seemed like a couple minutes was literally a few fleeting moments. " Now listen boy," the captain commanded turning his attention suddenly on Matt. "If you don't want to end up like your grandfather, or that's what I believed you called him anyway. How about you tell me his last words." Unknown to Matt, the captain was the only person alive at that moment in the barn that knew Matt's true identity. " Never", Matt whispered, he would not betray his grandfather. What he heard was for his ears and his ears alone.
"Your suicidal, aren't you?"
"I'll will never tell you", Matt yelled. He subconsciously clenched his fists. Now he was angry, angry enough to do something stupid. He picked up his grandfathers sword, and walked towards the captain. Surprisingly, none of the other soldiers made any attempt to stop him, well none of them did after their captain commanded them not to anyway.
" I want the pleasure of killing this boy", confirmed the captain, answering any unanswered questions.
+ + +
He crept into the barn and quickly saw what was going on. Why would this leader want to kill a boy. Then glancing at the sword the boy was carrying it dawned on him, this wasn't a boy, this was a prince. The captain planning the assignation of the boy had yet to see him. he had an excellent advantage from behind. If the captain was more aware it would of spared him his life, or bought more time on it anyway. He would of killed the captain on the spot if it wasn't for the boy, or prince he should say. At this moment he realized he and the captain were the only ones that knew who this boy really was, and for the safety of the boy, he intended to keep it that way. The prince glanced at him, then back to his destination without giving the centurions position away. Skill, that was the only word for it. The boy had potential.
"Eliab sir, what is our next move?", a high ranking soldier whispered to him. "Get the boy," he whispered forcibly to his men. Right now the boy was his main priority. As the boy took another step, Eliabs men took the element of surprise, rushed in, cut two men down on their way to the boy. Snatching the boy, his men cut down two more men on their way back through. Strangely although, the captain seemingly disappeared. Unfortunately the most important person disappeared. As Eliab and his soldiers marched out of the barn and through the night, hosting a kicking screaming and fighting prince, the all felt the heavy weight in their hearts as they witnessed the fall of a great city.
+ + +
Eliab, or so the knight called himself, took the lad home. Well to be more specific, to his home. It was a long ride to that particular place. It evenly took about seven days riding non stop, and even that was under estimating. So in reality it took two and a half to three weeks, especially with his new burden he had placed upon himself. Upon himself he had placed the responsibility of raising this child ,some one had to do it. He had always wanted to train some one. Eliab had always wished there would be some one he could past his skills and his secrets to. When that someone came along, why would he pass up the opportunity.
When the child had woken up briefly in the last couple of days, Eliab had been made note that this boy couldn't remember his heritage. He could remember his past, his family , and everything that effected his life up to a certain point. The boy couldn't remember his social status. He could tell you if his family was rich or poor, peasant or noble, and that gave Eliab an advantage. It took time to get the boy to trust him, not much time though, but it still took time. It was interesting to watch what effected the boy most when he spoke. It was his brother that seemed to be the most important person in his life. But then again, the boy lost his brother and after a child saw what this one did, hope was not a very popular thing. So in short, the boy believed that his brother was dead. Eliab did however see a huge potential in this boy, and planned to use every drop of it.
It is a product of Bandi and the other company?
(sorry about that)
Hidden Pasts Chapter Four
Forgotten Memories
Matt wanted to scream, scream, and then scream some more. As a soldier approached the hay with a torch, all that escaped his lips was a silent whimper. The thoughts crossed his mind, should he run or stay where he was put ? Run and die, or stay and die anyway ? Not much of a choice. He choose to stay like his grandfather told him, his grandfather would save him, he thought. Every once and a while you have to take a leap of faith. He tried to be obedient, most of the time, but his father always said he was rebellious. "Please don't do this", Matt's grandfather pleaded. "If you do this barn will burn down, and you might be trapped inside, consider the possibilities".
"All the funner", the captain stated gleefully. The soldier was still advancing with the torch at a steady pace. Matt never noticed the colors a flame before, but they looked evil, and increasingly so. The wicked flame cast a wicked shadow over the wooden wall. The soldier was close enough that Matt could see his face now, bloodthirsty , just like the scrawny rat. But this time there would not be any blood left from him, just ashes. The soldier didn't hesitate to do what was assigned as he began to lower the torch to the hay.
Then something new caught Matt's attention, he saw a sudden burst of movement from his grandfather. With in human strength he escaped his captors. The young blond didn't have time to think before he realized that the soldier with the torch never made it. That didn't stop the fire tough, although it didn't reach the hay, it did however ignite the dead soldiers body. It was only a matter of time before the flame spread. Immediately the soldiers began to advance on Matt's grandfather, who seemed to pull the sword out of no where. But in reality it was hidden under his outer garments. Then one by one his grandfather began to kill each soldier with excellent skill and effort Matt had never seen before and didn't know existed. His grandfather was a sword master, this was new. And then there was only five soldiers with the commander.
No one saw the arrow save the captain, and the arrow man who shot it, till it pierced the old King in his right shoulder. It was a good shot considering the old King was right handed. But the arrow man should of known a move like that would of cost him his life, and it did. Then the commander seemed to have a plan. The old king in the middle of the barn wounded, they seemed to have a couple advantages. The commander issued four of his most skilled men to rush the old King at the same time, but more importantly on horses. No man could win this fight wounded, especially with the decrease in strength considering the arrow was poisoned.
Suddenly Matt saw four men on horses charge his grandfather as if on cue. Matt let out a cry as he saw his grandfather shudder, then be brutally chopped down by the four men, not before taking two of the four with him and wounding at least one more. Matt forgot all danger as he left his hiding place and ran to his grandfathers side. "It was all my fault," the young child whispered over and over in a constant litany. For his grandfather this was not the time for that he had something of high importance to say.
"make me a promise," he rasped. He would tell his grandson this even if it was with his final breath. "Make me a promise", his grandfather rasped. "Promise me you will regain the kingdom and find your brother." Matt nodded in agreement. "And Matt, remember , Ishidans always keep their promises". The old king shuddered. "No don't die", Matt pleaded in a whisper. "But it's my time, your parents and I love you Matt. Look deep into your heart to find the answer to all your questions. All that is devised by the human mind can be solved. The rings…..". He shuttered again, and let out what was to be known as his last breath. With that , one of the last Ishidan bloodlines perished.
"Aww, how touching", the soldiers captain said cruelly. To Matt what seemed like a couple minutes was literally a few fleeting moments. " Now listen boy," the captain commanded turning his attention suddenly on Matt. "If you don't want to end up like your grandfather, or that's what I believed you called him anyway. How about you tell me his last words." Unknown to Matt, the captain was the only person alive at that moment in the barn that knew Matt's true identity. " Never", Matt whispered, he would not betray his grandfather. What he heard was for his ears and his ears alone.
"Your suicidal, aren't you?"
"I'll will never tell you", Matt yelled. He subconsciously clenched his fists. Now he was angry, angry enough to do something stupid. He picked up his grandfathers sword, and walked towards the captain. Surprisingly, none of the other soldiers made any attempt to stop him, well none of them did after their captain commanded them not to anyway.
" I want the pleasure of killing this boy", confirmed the captain, answering any unanswered questions.
+ + +
He crept into the barn and quickly saw what was going on. Why would this leader want to kill a boy. Then glancing at the sword the boy was carrying it dawned on him, this wasn't a boy, this was a prince. The captain planning the assignation of the boy had yet to see him. he had an excellent advantage from behind. If the captain was more aware it would of spared him his life, or bought more time on it anyway. He would of killed the captain on the spot if it wasn't for the boy, or prince he should say. At this moment he realized he and the captain were the only ones that knew who this boy really was, and for the safety of the boy, he intended to keep it that way. The prince glanced at him, then back to his destination without giving the centurions position away. Skill, that was the only word for it. The boy had potential.
"Eliab sir, what is our next move?", a high ranking soldier whispered to him. "Get the boy," he whispered forcibly to his men. Right now the boy was his main priority. As the boy took another step, Eliabs men took the element of surprise, rushed in, cut two men down on their way to the boy. Snatching the boy, his men cut down two more men on their way back through. Strangely although, the captain seemingly disappeared. Unfortunately the most important person disappeared. As Eliab and his soldiers marched out of the barn and through the night, hosting a kicking screaming and fighting prince, the all felt the heavy weight in their hearts as they witnessed the fall of a great city.
+ + +
Eliab, or so the knight called himself, took the lad home. Well to be more specific, to his home. It was a long ride to that particular place. It evenly took about seven days riding non stop, and even that was under estimating. So in reality it took two and a half to three weeks, especially with his new burden he had placed upon himself. Upon himself he had placed the responsibility of raising this child ,some one had to do it. He had always wanted to train some one. Eliab had always wished there would be some one he could past his skills and his secrets to. When that someone came along, why would he pass up the opportunity.
When the child had woken up briefly in the last couple of days, Eliab had been made note that this boy couldn't remember his heritage. He could remember his past, his family , and everything that effected his life up to a certain point. The boy couldn't remember his social status. He could tell you if his family was rich or poor, peasant or noble, and that gave Eliab an advantage. It took time to get the boy to trust him, not much time though, but it still took time. It was interesting to watch what effected the boy most when he spoke. It was his brother that seemed to be the most important person in his life. But then again, the boy lost his brother and after a child saw what this one did, hope was not a very popular thing. So in short, the boy believed that his brother was dead. Eliab did however see a huge potential in this boy, and planned to use every drop of it.