Hero?
654 Words
“Everyone give it space!” Louis screamed at the knights.
Some of them gave it space, happily following that particular order.
Others had no time to properly back off and were eaten by the beast.
Everything has a weakness, thought Louis. There must be something that we can do. Fire maybe? But in this rain, fire is a terrible idea.
As his mind was processing how to kill it, a knight raised his shield, trying to shield himself from the rain.
The monster turned towards the knight.
“What are you doing? Shield yourself against it!” Louis shouted.
The knight had no time to lower his shield, as the monster swallowed his arm and shield.
After another shriek, it swallowed the knight.
Louis cursed at the thing.
“Hey you stupid king, this is the time you try to prove yourself useful,” asked Louis.
The King did not respond for a couple of seconds.
The creature kept prowling around, looking for its next victim. As if he was selecting what is going to be its next meal in a buffet.
“Very well, I want to show you my power,” said the King, after some long, agonizingly slow seconds of thought.
Louis’ sword started to glow.
In the b****y night, where hopelessness surrounded the battlefield, to the knights it looked like a god had come to save them.
For them, this light was the god they believed in giving them the power to fight back.
And so, Louis pointed the sword towards the thing. He thrusted the sword in its direction and a beam of light came out of the sword and cut a hole in its face.
A smile crept into Louis’ face.
The knights stood around him in shock.
He then raised the blade.
Again, the blade started to glow.
He swung downwards towards the creature.
And cleaved it in half.
With the motion and the swing, he also cleared the path towards the throne room. The single-cut ran straight through the rubble.
The monster started to wriggle around before it finally died.
If he was a Hunter, he would have absorbed the thing’s powers.
“A hero has come to save us” shouted one of the knights. These words made him forget about the previous thought.
All the knights around him were staring in awe.
“Tonight, my friends, we do not cower in front of these creatures. Tonight, we win!” Louis shouted in response.
“AY,” the knights responded, raising their swords to the skies.
The knights then started to go towards the wall, now hopeful.
And these knights would spread their hope to their compatriots.
The hero had come.
Tonight, we win, they would tell their comrades.
Those were the words of the hero.
A noble had seen what Louis had accomplished.
If only he had that sword, he thought.
If he had that sword, he could take charge, and be recognized as a hero.
He could have glory and certainly be made the next king, with the support of the people.
Poison is not only physical, but thoughts are also poison. A poison that corrupts even the noblest and the most kind.
His eyes looked towards the floor; a sword from a fallen knight remained.
The noble picked up the sword.
He crept quietly towards Louis.
He raised the sword.
He could almost taste it.
The glory.
The greatness.
“Cute,” said Louis.
His entire world came down the moment he heard those words.
The supposed sword of the hero had penetrated the body of the noble.
What kind of hero would kill a nobleman so easily? He had forgotten how Louis had killed one not minutes ago in cold blood.
Louis was still smiling, but this smile was different. It was sinister.
“I am no hero. But I will still save your people” Louis told the nobleman.
- Writer
