The Silvershield Warrior

It was a cold and dark night on the farm. John had finished his work and was out back relaxing in the cold air by the barn. He would have to head in soon his parents would be expecting him up early to get right back at it. They said that a true man of the light always rose with the sun and worked while it was in the sky and after it was gone. John wasn’t so sure he thought that a saying of the lords to get the people to work so hard. With that he heard a howl unlike any he had heard before. He grabbed his polearm and ran for the house.

As John approached hey saw figures moving away from the house. They had reached the edge of the woods as John reached the house. He saw the door was broken in half and many windows had been broken out. He rushed inside and with a yell said “Dad where are you”

He waited yet he didn’t hear a answer but then he heard a gasp coming from the back bedroom. He rushed towards it and burst through. On the ground was a dead wolf and in the corner was his father still holding his sword in one hand with a spear in his gut. His mother was behind him shield by bye him.

“They came for revenge agents of Death but I wouldn’t let them harm your mother…” said his father.

With that the sword fell from his hand and he dropped to a knee.

“Father” John said as he rushed over to support him.

“What are you talking about? Why would agents of Death come from you?” John asked

His father pointed to the open chest at the end of the bed. John could see a shield in it with a symbol he knew very well. A Silvershiled is only given to a member of the elite fighting guard. He had no idea all these year. His father had trained him to fight but always told him that it was only to be used to protect never in anger. Yet he had no idea that he was part of that group.

“They came for something I took from them long ago. I had almost forgot about it. I will need you to take my shield to the outpost and tell the captain what they took. It was a staff we took from them long ago that was said to belong to a undead priest they will know the legend. Take your mother with you and don’t return here alone. I am sorry to put this on you but I won’t recover from this. Said his father as he fell into his arms.

John could hear his mother crying but the world seemed to fade away as he saw his father pass from his world.

The morning came and he buried his father in the back. Swearing to return to do more for him he took the shield and the sword and his polearm and headed for the outpost. It wouldn’t take them long with the horses.

When he arrived he sent his mother on to the city that was just up the road she had family there and he said he would return once he knew more.

“You there where did you get that Shield? Said a guard as john approached.

“It was my father’s and I need to speak to someone here about an attack on our house yesterday. Agents of Death came for something he had and they got it”

With that once the guard confirmed the shield and who John was he lead them back to the outpost headquarters where John explained what had happened and why he had came.

“So the war is coming. Now they have another tool to use against. Your father was one of us but he left the group and we didn’t know he had the staff. You say he trained you correct? Ask the outpost leader.

Yes said John

“Do you want to join us? We are going to need more men to fight the battles that are coming and save this world from the blight. And from the look in your eyes you are ready to fight.” Said the leader

John looked around he and down at his hand. He had no idea how hard he had been holding on to his polearm. Indeed he wanted revenge for this father. He had nothing else to go back to. So with a nod he agreed.

“Great you will be a warrior with us in no time I am sure.” Said the leader

John meet with his mother one last time to make sure she had meetup with her family. They assured him that they would help her to get the farm running again. With that he headed back to start his official training. Soon the only name he would answer to was Silvershield Warrior. He would be ready to stand and fight the armies of the blight.

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He Fights For
Those He
Lost

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