Where Angels Sigh
Chapter Three!
A/N. Well.. Lets see… its been.. months since I've even bothered to write. TT Don't hurt me! I'm sorry! It's just that I've been lazy.. . and writers block. It's the devils plague! Well, here is chapter three at long last!
- Arisaab
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"What in Gods name were you thinking!" Apparently Arthur likes to yell, even though he's kind at heart. Arthurs face has the most peculiar look when he's angry. He glares, his nostrils flaring like a bull about to charge, eyes twitching like flies invading a beasts eye. "Are you even listening?" came the ever-so-impatient voice of my beloved commander. Sure enough, his temper rose swifter than the rain floods the Nile. Mumbling, I gave him an irked "Yes, Sir".
"Good, I can't have one of my knights assaulting his comrades. Now go." With that Arthur stormed out of the room, angry as ever. I have to admit, pissing him off isn't the wisest of choices, but its amusing. I didn't ask to be the screw up at everything I do. So much for impressing my father, what was I thinking when I joined up with them? He's probably dead. Thoughts buried deeply in me started to stir. Buried so long ago I had forgotten them for a time. They were of my mother and sister, slaughtered in front of my own eyes. Visions took shape, blurring my sight, brought me back to a time so long ago..
Rain, falling ever so softly on our tents. So serene the sound and yet so sad. My sister, not yet five at the time, was lying on her side, asleep, in my mother's arms. My father was out with most of the other men and boys teaching them to hunt when the attack befell us. I awoke to the screams of the women in the neighboring tents. My mother tried to hide us as best as possible. The rogue Goths were tearing through every tent, turning up everything in their paths. My mother, she was cowering in the corner holding my sister in her arms, begging they spare her. The captain of the men demanded that she hand over my sister and what ever goods we possessed. Mother refused to give them anything. "Once again, hand over the child and your goods." Came the gruff voice of the captain. "Please, spare us and take whatever you want, my daughter would do you no good!" Finally frustrated with Mothers indecision and my sisters undying wails, the captain raised his sword and finally silenced my mother's begging with one quick stroke.The captain then turned angrily to my sister and picked her up by her hair as if she were no more than a rag doll. Raising his sword, he ran her through the throat and wrenched the blade loose through the side of her neck. With that he and his men left to leave the dying to their misery.
Days went by, slowly turning into a week until my father and the men returned to our ravaged village..
"Why is my face wet?" I mumbled, feeling my face. As I looked upon my hands, there were tears. Real tears. Jumping slightly as a hand was laid upon lay on my shoulder, I glanced over my shoulder to see the two gentle giants, Dagonet and Bors behind me.
"Come, we're needed at the round table." Dagonet said softly. Nodding slowly I rose to my feet with the gentle aid of Dag.
When Dag, Bors, and I reached "Arthur's Lair" as Galahad and I being the youngest of the knights dubbed it, Galahad, Gawain, Tristan, Aaron and the other knights were seated up with Arthur. As we took our general seats, the commander rose.
"Knights," spoke Arthur with a gentle, but stern tone, "I have been watching your progress on the training field closely. I believe its time for your first assignment."