yay my first story I hope u find it intresting its only an intro to the rest of the story so don't hurt me o.o please.
Degava's Legacy
By: Goddess Fox
My name is Degava I, the I stands for first, for I am the first ever of my name. I am a lonely man, a boy really, my mother and father died when I was the age of 10 so my childhood is scarce. My name in my mother's culture means courage, the kind of courage a knight has in a fierce battle for his kingdom. My father was a retired knight, so I am to become a knight when I become of the right age. My father met my mother while traveling on a quest of some sort, but he is dead now so nothing matters about him. I do not go to church, because my father was excommunicated for marrying my mother.
The age of the high Middle Ages are falling, the second crusade was a failure. The day of my 21st birthday I am to be sent on a third crusade across land to Genoa where I'll be sent by ship to Jerusalem. It is two days till my 21st year of my birth, and the day when I am knighted and shipped off to Jerusalem, I walk through the Vassal's gardens seeing all the serf's tending the vegetables and flowers, how I wish to not be burdened by going on this wretched crusade. I've heard none about the Muslims and the Turkish besides the elegant goods they bring from the trade routes, I often wonder how it would feel to have a normal life, to be a child again with my parents in a care free world, but that will never happen again.
I finish my walk and go to my parent's graves, "Why did you bring me into this world, what have you gained by leaving me so alone and cold," I walked off scolding to my house to see a note on the door, I take it and read what it says, " By order of King Philip II the one named Degava I after being knighted will be sent with the army to Genoa and then shipped off to Jerusalem to free the Holy land from Saladin the Muslim leader," " bah…Stupid Holy land, it can free itself." I crumble up the paper and walk into my sleeping quarters where I see a ghostly white little girl sitting on my bed staring at me, " Who are you and what are you doing on my bed?" I said calmly." I am a spirit sent to give you a message, a warning," she said in her ghostly voice. " What kind of warning?" I stated firmly " A warning not to turn back, to face your fears and to never give up, you must live up to your name or you will suffer," she said. " pfft, suffer what, what are you going to do to me spirit, haunt me for the rest of my life?" I said acting rudely "it is not me that will do something to you it is you that will do something to you, if you run from the blood and carnage of the battle, then you will die," she says as she fades away, I laugh a little and rest up for my big day tomorrow for I will need all the energy I can get. The next day, the day of my knighting and also the day of my deportation to fight off in another country.
I find myself wandering around the King's castle the day of the knighting, as I walk the halls to the main chamber where the ceremony is to be held I am feeling afraid yet eager at the same time. As the king says his speech to everyone that showed I wait kneeling in front of him waiting to get it over with. Finally he knights me and I'm showed to where I'll get my equipment and get ready to go on the journey to Genoa where we will be shipped across the Mediterranean Sea to Jerusalem. The trip to Genoa was long and hard walking from Vezelay France, through the Holy Roman Empire to the coast of Genoa onto the several ships that took us along the Mediterranean. The trip itself was hard but we all would get a rest once we get on the ships and ride off to Jerusalem. We heard of the tragic death of the commander on the trip coming from England as we met going through Sicily. Several ships cut off from us and went around the other side to Crete then moved on the Cyprus then to Tripoli, we eventually saw them on the way home.
As I linger on the ship's port side gazing on the sea, which I have never seen in my entire life before someone touches my shoulder, I look back and no one is there "hmm strange, no one is there," I said moving back to looking at the sea. We finally reach the shores of Jerusalem as we were immediately called to combat; I draw my sword and get into a trench, the arrows falling around us. I look around and see bodies; dead ones, " oh man I'm going to die here," I said franticly, so I turned around to run back to the ship, but then I remembered the spirit and what she said, the voice rolled through my head like giant waves hitting upon a beach. " The spirit is right, I have to fight," I scramble out of the trench and run at the enemy, I run for the nearest man and slice him in half, I felt the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I slash my enemy apart. As the fog of war fell silently the battle we had won but the war has yet to be over.
Well that's it the next part coming up soon just got to finish up the ending . hope u liked my story so far and remember this is only an introduction.