Cain kneeled behind the thick bushes that lined the dirt road. He thought about how he was going to kill Andrew. Slowly? Let him dangle and scream for awhile before dealing him in, or kill him quickly. They would've hung Cain for the crime he committed.
He heard the soft steps of the royal horses pulling their prince down the road. He leaned against the bush gently and peeked his head over the side. One lone guard sat at the front of the covered carriage. He was a large black man, wearing shining armor, but letting his head go bare. He let a gentle whip at the horses, and the continued down the path near where Cain sat. His chance was coming.
As they passed by him, Cain looked at the royal crest embedded on the white sheet over the carriage; the royal family's sword entangled in a rose. The same sword that brought down the Orc lord Karnack 500 years before was now nothing but a symbol of corruption in the royal courts. Cain would be sure to end that today. He ran onto the road as the carriage passed and unsheathed his sword. He held it next to him, ready to strike the back cloth of the carriage. He walked tensley behind it. If he struck, there was no going back.
He lifted his blade, what little sun piercing the forest shone bright on the blade that was as long as his leg. He struck against the carriage, and with a loud crash and neighs, the horses took off. Before Cain knew it, he was riding the back of the carriage, trying to climb into where he cut. He slid in, being thrown back and forth by the wild horses. He saw Andew, his pretty blond hair, his blue eyes staring in terror. His red suit, with the royal insignia over his chest. How Cain hated this brat. He tackled at Andrew, and threw them both of the carriage and onto the dusty road.
Cain rolled off the bamboozled prince and stood. What a pitiful creature, Cain thought to himself. Andrew snivled away to the safety of a bush, but Cain got him just in time. He picked up him by the collar and held him on his knees. He brought his blade to Andrew's neck.
"Now then, let's see how you like to be brought before justice!" cried out Cain. It was then he realized that the horses had stopped, and his own throat was close to the guards large sword.
"Drop your weapon," he demanded coldly.
Cain didn't dare move, "What have I got to live for, huh? This brat took everything!"
"I-I don't know you!" cried out Andrew in a sob.
Cain looked down at him, "I'm Cain Farfire, remember me now? The man you said stole a royal gem?"
Andrew stared up at him in horror, "My god! They never caught you!"
Cain snickered, "Looks that ways." He felt a cold hand on his arm, squeezing it hard.
"Let him go." said his guard.
There was a long pause, no one daring to move a muscle. The birds of the upper trees chirped as the day went on. The trees rustled with breezes that grazed their tips. Other than a slight ruffling of trees and birds, the forest was silent and barren.
Cain finally found the courage to speak, "You let me go, and I promise I'll let this brat go."
The guard thought about it, and yielded his sword, as did Cain. Cain turned to look at him. He was tough looking, Cain knew he couldn't take him on. Not easily anyways. There was something about him though. Maybe it was his soft brown eyes surrounded by his hard complexion that made him seem odd.
The guard turned towards the forest, "I heard something." Cain and him stared into the forest.
Andrew got up and was confused, "What's going on? I don't hear a peep!"
Cain heard the rustle of underbrush a way off, "I hear it." He strained his ear to listen further, and it hit him, "Run!" He ran off down the road. The guard caught on quickly, and dragged the Prince down the road with him.
No matter how hard they ran, the Orcs that came out of the woods were too fast for any of them. They quickly caught up with Andrew and the guard and knocked them down and unconcious. Cain sprinted, trying to evade a nearby Orc. Cain turned and thrust his sword into it, as it let out a squeal of pain. Its pig-like face horrified, it dropped quickly. Cain felt more upon him, and was hit too.
After Cain, the guard, and Andrew were picked off the ground by the Orcs, a human came out from the brush. His hair was tangled, crossing over his eyes and wrapping around his head. He had dark eyes, full of anger. He glanced at Andrew, and smiled evily. One of the Orcs came up to him, "Lord Cartegan," it snorted, "What shalt we fdoo wif the prins and his freends?"
The man's smile grew bigger, "Take them all back to the castle and chain them up. I want to make sure they suffer before they die."
He heard the soft steps of the royal horses pulling their prince down the road. He leaned against the bush gently and peeked his head over the side. One lone guard sat at the front of the covered carriage. He was a large black man, wearing shining armor, but letting his head go bare. He let a gentle whip at the horses, and the continued down the path near where Cain sat. His chance was coming.
As they passed by him, Cain looked at the royal crest embedded on the white sheet over the carriage; the royal family's sword entangled in a rose. The same sword that brought down the Orc lord Karnack 500 years before was now nothing but a symbol of corruption in the royal courts. Cain would be sure to end that today. He ran onto the road as the carriage passed and unsheathed his sword. He held it next to him, ready to strike the back cloth of the carriage. He walked tensley behind it. If he struck, there was no going back.
He lifted his blade, what little sun piercing the forest shone bright on the blade that was as long as his leg. He struck against the carriage, and with a loud crash and neighs, the horses took off. Before Cain knew it, he was riding the back of the carriage, trying to climb into where he cut. He slid in, being thrown back and forth by the wild horses. He saw Andew, his pretty blond hair, his blue eyes staring in terror. His red suit, with the royal insignia over his chest. How Cain hated this brat. He tackled at Andrew, and threw them both of the carriage and onto the dusty road.
Cain rolled off the bamboozled prince and stood. What a pitiful creature, Cain thought to himself. Andrew snivled away to the safety of a bush, but Cain got him just in time. He picked up him by the collar and held him on his knees. He brought his blade to Andrew's neck.
"Now then, let's see how you like to be brought before justice!" cried out Cain. It was then he realized that the horses had stopped, and his own throat was close to the guards large sword.
"Drop your weapon," he demanded coldly.
Cain didn't dare move, "What have I got to live for, huh? This brat took everything!"
"I-I don't know you!" cried out Andrew in a sob.
Cain looked down at him, "I'm Cain Farfire, remember me now? The man you said stole a royal gem?"
Andrew stared up at him in horror, "My god! They never caught you!"
Cain snickered, "Looks that ways." He felt a cold hand on his arm, squeezing it hard.
"Let him go." said his guard.
There was a long pause, no one daring to move a muscle. The birds of the upper trees chirped as the day went on. The trees rustled with breezes that grazed their tips. Other than a slight ruffling of trees and birds, the forest was silent and barren.
Cain finally found the courage to speak, "You let me go, and I promise I'll let this brat go."
The guard thought about it, and yielded his sword, as did Cain. Cain turned to look at him. He was tough looking, Cain knew he couldn't take him on. Not easily anyways. There was something about him though. Maybe it was his soft brown eyes surrounded by his hard complexion that made him seem odd.
The guard turned towards the forest, "I heard something." Cain and him stared into the forest.
Andrew got up and was confused, "What's going on? I don't hear a peep!"
Cain heard the rustle of underbrush a way off, "I hear it." He strained his ear to listen further, and it hit him, "Run!" He ran off down the road. The guard caught on quickly, and dragged the Prince down the road with him.
No matter how hard they ran, the Orcs that came out of the woods were too fast for any of them. They quickly caught up with Andrew and the guard and knocked them down and unconcious. Cain sprinted, trying to evade a nearby Orc. Cain turned and thrust his sword into it, as it let out a squeal of pain. Its pig-like face horrified, it dropped quickly. Cain felt more upon him, and was hit too.
After Cain, the guard, and Andrew were picked off the ground by the Orcs, a human came out from the brush. His hair was tangled, crossing over his eyes and wrapping around his head. He had dark eyes, full of anger. He glanced at Andrew, and smiled evily. One of the Orcs came up to him, "Lord Cartegan," it snorted, "What shalt we fdoo wif the prins and his freends?"
The man's smile grew bigger, "Take them all back to the castle and chain them up. I want to make sure they suffer before they die."