"What the hell just happened?" Ethan blinked, gazing around at their
surroundings.
"I have no idea..." Aaralyn replied in confusion. "Where are we?"
"What do you mean 'where are we', we're in the forest."
"No," she insisted, "it feels different. Colder. I mean, look at the trees – they're not eucalyptus. More like cedar or something..."
At that moment, the ground began to shake.
"Do you feel that?" Ethan frowned.
"I have a very bad feeling about this, Eth," Aaralyn began, glancing around.
The trembling grew louder. It was very close now. Suddenly, a knight on a massive chestnut charger burst into the clearing.
"Holy smokes!" Ethan yelped, jumping out of the way.
Aaralyn wasn't as fast. The knight and his horse galloped right past her, sending her flying back into the undergrowth.
The knight wheeled around once. "Make haste! Sir Stephan's men wilt soon be here!" Then he set spurs to his mount and galloped off.
"Are you ok?" Ethan went over to help his friend to her feet.
"No!" Aaralyn's eyes were wide. "Did you see that?! That was a bloody KNIGHT!"
Ethan shook his head. "Must be some medieval re-enactment or something."
"Looked damn realistic to me!" Aaralyn exclaimed, still shook up by the near miss. "Jesus, I almost got trampled and all you can say is 'must be some medieval re-enactment'".
"Well sooorrrrry, your Highness," Ethan replied sarcastically. "You don't have to be so touchy. I did ask you if you were ok."
"Well I'm not ok, alright?" She straightened out her clothes. "I --"
"Shh!" Ethan abruptly held up a hand, cutting her off. "You hear that?"
Aaralyn kept quiet. It sounded like more horses coming their way.
"Quick, hide!"
They jumped into the thick bushes just as more riders on horses charged past. These knights were wearing black tabards, as opposed to the blue and white worn by the first knight.
"What's going on?" Aaralyn whispered.
"Beats me," Ethan whispered back. "Come on, lets see what's the big deal." He took her hand and led the way in the direction the knights took.
"I have no idea..." Aaralyn replied in confusion. "Where are we?"
"What do you mean 'where are we', we're in the forest."
"No," she insisted, "it feels different. Colder. I mean, look at the trees – they're not eucalyptus. More like cedar or something..."
At that moment, the ground began to shake.
"Do you feel that?" Ethan frowned.
"I have a very bad feeling about this, Eth," Aaralyn began, glancing around.
The trembling grew louder. It was very close now. Suddenly, a knight on a massive chestnut charger burst into the clearing.
"Holy smokes!" Ethan yelped, jumping out of the way.
Aaralyn wasn't as fast. The knight and his horse galloped right past her, sending her flying back into the undergrowth.
The knight wheeled around once. "Make haste! Sir Stephan's men wilt soon be here!" Then he set spurs to his mount and galloped off.
"Are you ok?" Ethan went over to help his friend to her feet.
"No!" Aaralyn's eyes were wide. "Did you see that?! That was a bloody KNIGHT!"
Ethan shook his head. "Must be some medieval re-enactment or something."
"Looked damn realistic to me!" Aaralyn exclaimed, still shook up by the near miss. "Jesus, I almost got trampled and all you can say is 'must be some medieval re-enactment'".
"Well sooorrrrry, your Highness," Ethan replied sarcastically. "You don't have to be so touchy. I did ask you if you were ok."
"Well I'm not ok, alright?" She straightened out her clothes. "I --"
"Shh!" Ethan abruptly held up a hand, cutting her off. "You hear that?"
Aaralyn kept quiet. It sounded like more horses coming their way.
"Quick, hide!"
They jumped into the thick bushes just as more riders on horses charged past. These knights were wearing black tabards, as opposed to the blue and white worn by the first knight.
"What's going on?" Aaralyn whispered.
"Beats me," Ethan whispered back. "Come on, lets see what's the big deal." He took her hand and led the way in the direction the knights took.