All those Years Ago
William Pendragon
He reached the peak of Mont. Beorn1 and to the young mercenary's satisfaction there sat a man at a small campfire, the one he was hired to dispose of. The man was almost three heads as taller than he was and had arms like tree trunks.
"You the one called Bata the beast" he ordered in the most demanding tone he could muster. "You got the wrong man ladie". He said with a dismissive jester with his hand "most call me Mordicia2".
"I have no patience for your lies you've plundered the good people of Bulgar for the last time" he said wrapping his fingers around the shaft of the axe hanging off a strap in his belt.
"Eh, what's this" Mordicia said unsheathing the broadsword that was strapped around his back "you've got no idea what yir in fore boy".
The mercenaries jaw swung open the quickly shut with a click, Morticia's sword was as thick as a horse's neck and rose to his chest.
"He can't wield that very quickly, I'll use speed to my advantage" the young man thought confidently "father if you could see me now I will be a famed warrior."
He drew the crescent moon head of his axe above his head and began to cover the distance between himself and Mordicia.
Mordicia shook his head then wheeled his sword over his head then down meeting the blade of the young mercenaries axe with a clang that echoed for five miles. The young man gasped in surprise "how can he swing that monster so fast".
His muscles bulged and his hair stood on end as he tried to lower his weapon, but with a grunt Mordicia threw his weight in to his push throwing his axe from his hands. The mercenary's eyes went wide as the broadsword's blade swung over Mordicia's shoulder, around his back and up in to the young man's abdomen, throwing him to the edge of the cliff.
The young mercenary's eyes went black and his dreams turned to when he was just a boy.
"Put those fool ideas behind you lad" his father said with a sigh.
"But father" he protested". He never finished his sister cut him off
"Come now father" she reasoned "lots of local boys become sellswords".
"He'll get him self killed in the foolish pursuit of money." his father barked.
"Now eat your food it was a hard year and we're lucky to have food at all", he said softening his town. The rest of there meal was spent in silence.
His eyes slowly opened, he wondered how long he was out for. Mordicia sat at his fire again; he was now roasting a small animal. The mercenary looked down around to see his wound was bandaged he also saw his axe teetering on the edge of the cliff about an arms reach away. He still had a chance he reached out for his weapon when he did so a sharp burning pain shot into his stomach. "Ughhhh" he groaned. Immediately Mordicia threw his head over his shoulder. The man's finger nudged his axe and the weapon slowly spun in a circle then dropped over the edge.
"Haven't had enough boy" Mordicia said rising to his feet.
The young man quickly reached for a knife in his boot and swiftly drew it. Mordicia glanced at the small blade and sighed "I give you a chance to give it up but you threw it away" Mordicia said with a hint reluctances.
He walked over to the mercenary and but his boot on his bandaged stomach "Good try ladie you could've been an excellent warrior if you weren't so rash" he said almost sadly, then rolled him over the edge.
As he plummeted he realized his father was right all those years ago.
1 Bee-orn
22 More-di-kie