Chapter 3
AN. Nothing belongs to me but to NINTENDO
A small town, it was small but peaceful. Everyone got along and everyone was treated fairly. The worst that can happen to you was getting thrown out of a bar if you caused too much trouble. Two knights ride into town, one with a mature stern face and a clam aura around him. He had red eyes and red hair. The other knight beside him was a younger and was a skirt chaser and had dark green eyes and hair to match. "At last, we have arrived in Bulgar!" said the dark green haired young man while his eyes looked for any pretty girls.
"Yes, don't forget who we're looking for Sain, and don't be distracted, if you get into trouble this time I'll leave you for good." Said the older knight. "Aw don't be so mean Kent!" whined Sain. "We're here to look for Lady Lyndis. Nothing less and nothing more." Said Kent who was looking around. "So uptight as usual, you're killing the-Miss, Oh miss!" Sain turned his whole head around as he looked at a lady with green hair. As Sain approached her, she was accompanied by another man, but to Sain, he easily ignored him and continued pursue the green hair lady. "Oh, one so beautiful, my name is Sain! I Hail from Caelin, home to men of passion and fire." She turned around, annoyed but with calm face. "Surely you don't mean oafs with loose tongues?" "Oh, You're even lovely when you're cruel." "Lyn." Spoke Mark who was next to Lyn.
"And might this be your servant? Greetings!" said Sain with a bright smile. "Let's go Mark, I'm done here." Said Lyn as she and Mark left Sain with a cold shoulder. "Ah-Wait!" shouted Sain but then was dragged by his fellow knight Kent. "Sain you idiot! Hold your tongue!" "We still have a mission do you know remember?" "How can I remain silent in the presence of a beauty!? It would've been discourteous!" replied Sain. Kent only sighed in stress when a voice spoke out not far from them. "Excuse me, would you please move your horses? You're blocking the road." Said Lyn. "Of course, My apologies." Said Kent as he ordered his horse to move as did Sain. Kent stared at Lyn for a bit, then something in him sparked. "Wait, I think I've seen you before." Kent took a closer look at Lyn when Sain blurted out. "No fair Kent! I saw her first!" "Tsk, Mark let's leave already, It seems there are no decent men among Lycia's knights!" said Lyn, fumed in anger.
And before the two knights could say another word, she was already out of sight. Kent looked at Sain, annoyed. "…Sain, you idiot!" "What? I saw her first!" said Sain. "She is our mission!" said Kent while Sain pondered. Lyn and Mark headed out of the town and into an open field with only a dirt road ahead of them that seemed to go on for miles. In the middle of the road stood a man that seemed to be about 50 years old who sat down beside the road. "Lyndis, am I correct?" said the man. "How do you…" she spoke. "Such a waste…such a terrible waste...Oh well, gold is gold! Come out men!" shouted the man as people appeared behind large boulders and trees. "Lyn, we're out numbered." Said Mark as he looked around. "I know, and I will not give up!" she said as she drew her sword. "Hey! There they are!" shouted a voice with the two knights who they saw in town ride towards Lyn and Mark. "What is your business here? Such numbers against a woman? Cowards everyone one of you!" said Sain.
"You're from-" said Lyn but was interrupted by Kent. "We'll discuss that later." Said Kent as he looked around the surrounding. "Looks like these ruffians mean to do you harm." He drew out his sword and pointed towards the bandits. "If it's a fight they want, then look here." "Stand back, we'll take care of this." Said Sain as he drew his weapon. Lyn looked over to Mark. "You there, can you handle a sword?" asked Kent. "Yes." Mark replied. "This is my fight, and mines alone!" said Lyn. "Lyn, we are outnumbered, with their help we might stand a chance, last time we both barely made it out alive." Lyn gripped her sword tightly, but then sighed. "This is our fight too." Said Kent. "For honor and the Ladies." Said Sain.