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We passed through a second gated wall where there was very few people moving around other than armed men. This clearly was were the King was and no common folk were allowed in without permission.
We stood before a grand door within the castle and were told to wait. Several moments passed before we were summoned in.
I looked around me in awe as I took in my surroundings. This was the kings hall. A kings throne room with flags and sigils hanging from the roof. Armed guards were spread down each side. At the end I could see King Nemea. Standing to his right there was two men I could only guess were Prince Leon and Prince Brutus. King Nemea was an ageing man and had a long white beard. His crown sat upon his grey haired head. As we got closer I noticed more people standing around. Men and woman, all very finely dressed and staring at us. My eyes were drawn to a certain girl who couldn’t have been any older than me. She had auburn hair pleated around her head that almost looked like a crown. She wore a long green dress that looked of the finest fabric. Her face was youthful, high cheek bones with piercing blue eyes. She had a slim figure with a smaller chest.
My attention was snapped back to the room as the captain gestured for us to stand in a certain spot as he approached the king. I noticed that he must of handed the king my sword as the king held it in one hand next to him.
"Step forward!" The king waved.
Rayne and I both moved a couple of steps forward.
"State your business in Astu!" He called, not looking up from the sword now in his lap.
"Nothing your highness!" Rayne replied.
"I was talking to you boy!" He said looking up at me.
"I’m just a traveler your highness!" I said bowing my head.
"Is that so?" He said leaning forward in his grand impressive throne. "And how did you come by this sword?" He held it forward.
"Your highness, the sword belonged to my father!" My head still bowed.
"And where is your father?" His voice seeming less hostile.
"He’s dead, he was murdered!" I had to hold back my anger.
"Leave us!" He bellowed. And the room quickly emptied. Rayne went to move as well "Stay" he pointed to her and she did so.
After a few minutes all that was left in the room was the King, rayne and myself, and a handful of guards.
"What happened?" He spoke more softly.
"Our village was attacked! They slaughtered everyone, they killed my mother, they took my sister and my father was killed in the middle of the village. I am told it was Remus!" My hand shook as I recounted that dreadful day.
"That bastard" he said sitting back in his chair, slamming his fist into the arm of the chair. "And who is this girl?"
"Her name is Rayne, we’ve only just met."
"Is this true?" The king asked Rayne.
"Yes your highness!"
"Mmm, what is your name boy?" He directed back to me.
"My name is Ragnar, son of Beorn."
"Tell me Ragnar, what do you know about this sword?" He asked me.
"Not a lot sire, other than that it belonged to my father!"
"Has your father ever spoken about his past? Ever mentioned the Lions Legion?"
"No your highness." I shook my head.
"Your father Beorn, better known as Beorn Ironhide used to be the leader of an elite group of warriors called the Lions Legion. They were my most trusted men and helped me win the old war against, Remus’ father, Lord Romulos and his white wolves. Beorn was one of the most ferocious men I had ever met in battle but yet such a humble man. After the war he simply wanted one thing. To be able to settle down with his wife and his new born son and live a peaceful life. Tell me Ragnar, was this so?"
"Yes sire. He taught me how to fight and how to hunt but we lived a happy life. Until that day."
"I am truly sorry for your loss, Beorn was a good man. It looks like he did a good job in raising a son." The king stood from his throne and approached me. "Here" he simply said as he held out my fathers sword for me. "Take it, keep your fathers memory in your heart!"
"All though Remus’ act angers me, I have agreed with my sons that we need to find common ground and stop the fighting. I am too old to start an other war."
I simply bowed my head as I took my fathers sword from the shaking hands of the king.
"Sir Gareth" he called out.
"Yes my liege?" Sir Gareth, the captain from before stepped forward.
"Take Ragnar and Rayne too the armoury and see them suitably equipped!" He said as he sat back down in his throne. "A man bearing this sword should have armour to match!"
"Of course!" He bowed his head to his King "follow me" he ordered to Rayne and I.
"Thank you your highness!" I said as I bowed my head again and followed the captain. Rayne simply bowed her head and followed on as well.
We followed the captain down some steps and into the armoury.
"Here are your weapons back" he told Rayne as he handed her, her weapons.
"You’ll need some armour" the captain said to me as he turned and handed me a leather armoured top. It slipped over my head and covered my upper body and down to my elbows and down to my thighs. It was light but felt durable. He fastened some belts and it felt snug but secure. He then handed me a steel lion embroidered chest plate that slipped on from one side and was fastened from the side. It had a golden lion on the front. Lastly I was handed some high leg leather boots.
"Look like a soldier now" Rayne teased.
"Feel like one now." I joked.
"You’ll need a shield as well!" Sir Gareth said as he grabbed a shield with the same golden lion on it and handed it too me.
"Lastly take this" he said handing me a long dagger with a lions head on the end. "Keep it in your boot" he instructed.
"What about me?" Rayne asked.
"What about you? You are more equipped than I am!" Sir Gareth scoffed.
"What about those knives at least?"
"Fine" Sir Gareth said as he collected a row of small throwing knives.
"Now you can both leave!" He tried to usher us back out.
"What about my armour" she complained?
"Out!" He shouted as we were practically shoved back out into the halls. "Now these guards will escort you out!" He gestured towards some guards who gathered around us and lead us out.
Once we were back out into the main part of the city the guards left us too it.
"Well good luck!" Rayne said as she took off walking.
"Wait you aren’t going to help me?" I chased after her.
"No way, why would I?" She huffed as she kept walking.
"But Cari said you would?"
Rayne suddenly stopped and grabbed me by the neckline of my new armour and pressed me up against the wall. "What exactly did my sister say?"
"You’re sister?" I frowned.
"There’s a surprise she never told you about me, or about our mother? How she was hunted for helping people and they called her a witch?" Her face was tense with anger.
"I didn’t know!"
"Of course you didn’t, I told Cari after it we had to leave that life behind and find a new one but she wouldn’t. She said her place was to heal people. Clearly she’s still doing that!" She scoffed as she released me and began walking again.
"Cari sent me to you for a reason. I need to find my sister!" I declared no longer chasing her.
Rayne stopped in her tracks and held her head down. She stood for a few moments before coming back to me. "I will help you find the way to where your sister is but nothing more! I am no hero!" She declared.
"Thank you!" I said in kindness.
"Whatever, now lets go!" She said as she stormed off.
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