Knights of the Holy Temple: A Prologue
Chapter Two: A Dark Mystery
Upon the hilltop, the Dark Knight rode ever closer to the Holy Temple. His whole body was protected by a set of jet-black plates, but if you looked closely at the armour, you could swear that there was black fire running along the edges. Even his shimmering helmet seemed to spout black fire, as well as an onyx plume that followed the Dark Knight's backbone. He summoned his commanders to him, and said:
" Aradoch, take the troops and attack from the rear. Malachi, fend off the west defenders, and Cael, fire with your archers at the east door. Time it right and we shall vanquish them!"
The commanders nodded in agreement, then donned their helms. They each crossed their arms and, in unison, answered,
" Thy will be done,"
They walked up to their steeds, then mounted them. Aradoch, the third in command, rode off towards the Dark Knight's army, and told them their orders.
They heeded Aradoch's words, and marched off to the side of the Holy Temple.
Malachi, on the other hand, just sat down beside his resting horse, sharpening his axe, and telling his soldiers to do the same. Cael, always restless, decided to test his troops' weapons. Their durability was high, but if the archers weren't careful, the bows could break apart in their own hands in the
heat of battle.
The Dark Knight had disappeared somewhere, as was usual before his battles, so when an inexperienced recruit asked where the Dark Knight had gone, Malachi just smiled and replied:
" The Dark Knight is a master of elder sorcery, sometimes known as dark magic. A bit biased, I must say, but that's how it goes in Tolemac. Any way, the Dark Knight seems to bewitch his weapons before attacking. The bewitchment gives his weapons a dark, glowing, fiery sheen; and three times the killing power!" Malachi laughed loudly.
" But how do you know this, sir?" persisted the rookie.
" That's Commander Malachi, boy. I found out because I asked my former leader", answered Malachi.
" What happened to him, commander?" asked the rookie warily.
" He died in the battle we next fought, boy. Soon after I had asked him as well. Berserker Dozla, formerly of the Pirate Pack. Now shut yer trap boy, we're leaving,"
Malachi got up and stretched out, then lifted his razor sharp axe over his shoulder. The recruit, as well as dozens more other soldiers, all jumped up and followed their commander. Cael, also deciding to move out, made sure his bowstring wouldn't snap, checked his quiver was packed with arrows, then set off for the east door. War was about to be fought, with ripe targets for the killing and pure blood for the spilling!