In the courtyard, the lit anchored torches lined the castle’s
outer stone walls. The flickered flames spewing out its
smoldering smoke out into the afternoon sky. The
atmosphere of heavy misty fog surrounded the battlefield.
The king treads to his outdoor double throne, stands poised
having Tauna sit next to him. In the distance, his army of five
knights awaits his orders, stood in front of their opponents,
swords men Liam, Trey, Devon and Treman. “Let the
challenge commence.” The king shouted out.
The king’s knights hurl their swords attacks upon them.
Liam and Trey parry in defense, thrashing their swords back at
them.
Devon and Treman spring into action knowing full well it’s a
do or die situation.
Trey, furiously swinging his sword at the yet another coming
knight, slams to the ground.
Liam, ferociously bashing his broadsword at his opponent,
slicing the knight’s fighting arm, the wounded knight in battle
retrieves the courtyard, then falls the ground.
The remnant battlefield of a once long ago medieval scene
resurged, as another one and two knights with embattled
deep flesh wounds surrendered dropped to their knees, then
collapsed flat onto the ground. Sweat acuminated upon their
faces. The accumulate mixture of smoke and fog colliding
obscured the visibility from the spectators, seeing only flashes
of their steel swords clashing as two more knights fell to their
wounded disposition.
Liam, simultaneously bashing with full thrust, crippling the last
of two of three knights left for injury.
Devon’s eyes grew impressed of his father with pride.
“AWESOME.”
Treman, with the last knight’s direct hit at his leg, instantly
immobilized unable to fight back.
Trey, seeing his son fall to the ground, in terrified fear of
losing his son, in furry, charged at the knight about to strike
him down, thrusted his sword, slammed hard at the knight’s
back, the knight instantly crashed to the earth.
Treman, taking the searing pain, like strong valiant man, stood
in awe of his father.
The battle won, is over. In a long moment of time wait.
Tauna began to stand from her throned chair in view of them.
Her eyes widen in suspense. Her family watching for any
movement through the haze. In the strength of endurance,
Devon with his cousin Treman, clutched together emerges out
from the thickly condensed smoky haze, first with a bloodied
faced limps.
Trey, second to come out from the smoky mist, bloodied
bruises on his face, but valiant.
Tauna sees Trey, but her eyes do not see Liam as she waits
vigilantly. In a long moment of time her heart in suspended
animation.
Liam ,with all valiant gallant gentry, last one from out of the
smoky mist, like in the mist of time, he comes out from the
shadows to see his brother, son, nephew come out in safety,
in his own chivalrous strength, slight smudge of blood sweat
face, in steady breath, but unwounded, continues to keep
going after Tauna, his noble Lady in rescue.
King Edwin, seeing Liam’s determination.
Tauna, seeing Liam in victorious stride, takes a step toward
him.
King Edwin, not willing to take defeat, grabs her arm tight
with one hand, takes his other hand to wrap tightly around
her waist.
Tauna, struggling to pull away from him. “LIAM!!!” She
hollered out to him.
Liam, with unwavering integrity, continues his quest.
King Edwin, with a scowl. ” I will not be conquered! You, Niles
will not win!” Whisking her away, taking her back with him
into his castle.
Liam, with a wry mouth, strategically proceeds onward going
after Tauna.
Tauna, in her continue struggle to free herself. “KING EDWIN!!
YOU HAVE LOST!!! LET ME GO!!!”
King Edwin takes her to his throne, places her into her would
be throne.” It is not over yet. There is still yet another
challenge! I want you and I shall have you!!”
Liam, followed by Trey, Devon Treman, who were then
followed by Connor, Bren, Lauren, Breyen, a family of close
means,
Dayn goes to King Edwin’s side, stands behind his throne.
King Edwin, stillness. “Dayn, you will fight Liam.”
Dayn, gearing up to the king. ”Sire, and what shall be my
reward, if I win?”
King Edwin, in quiet decision. ”You have given your oath to
me for years. Does your own castle sound right to you? ”
Dayn, with a sly smugged grin. “King Edwin. You are most
generous.” As he steps in front of Liam, his sword at hand.
Liam, annoyed to see Dayn in poised position in challenge to
him. “King Edwin, Why is this imbecile in front of me?”
King Edwin. “Because, he was found in discovery, to destroy
me and take Tauna and my kingdom afterwards. And now his
consequence for doing so. Do what you will with him.”
Dayn, veered at Tauna.
Tauna, giving Dayn a look of daring satisfaction.
Dayn, in teeth gritting outrage, plunges at Liam.
Liam, quickly held up his sword to parry, as they held each
other’s position once more. “I’ve had ENOUGH of you. “ Liam,
thrusting his foot at Dayn’s abdomen, seeing him stunned-
bent, slams the flat sword at Dayn’s final blow to his back,
seeing him fall to the floor. Barely moved.
King Edwin, very pleased, stands from his throne instructs his
peasant to remove him from his kingdom. “Well done
Detective Liam Niles. You have destroyed my enemy from
within. For that I am most grateful. But yet, I am not fully
satisfied. I have no heirs to my name. I am the last of my line. I
am in desperate need for a queen and heir. I must have
Tauna. She will be my queen. If you want her back, you must
fight me to the end.”
Liam, lingered in his endurance. “ I’m not leaving without my
noble Lady.”
King Edwin, slowly takes off his long robed cloak of kingship,
lay it onto his throne. “ Very well then. May the best man
win.” Taking his hand, extracts his sword from scabbard,
ready.
Two men of equal height and structure, of highly skilled
swordsmen gathered, stood focused before each other.
King Edwin, suddenly hurled his broadsword at Liam.
Liam, quickly lift his broadsword, parried at his in defense,
then swung back at him
King Edwin, blocked the hit. Ferociously swung again.
Liam, furiously swung back at the king.
King Edwin, thrust his weapon harder at Liam.
Liam, once again, swings his sword at the king, not yielding.
With every direct hit of clashing clinks of their swords at each
other in vigorous defiance, the constant bashing of their
competing swords at each other as both cold steel blades
collided in paused crosswords. Strength against strength,
endurance against endurance.
Liam, shoving him off, resuming the challenge.
Moment by moment, one sword hurled at the other swords
opponent’s head, blocking hit after hit, parrying from side to
side in nonstop adamancy. The loud clashing of steel to steel
clinks of embattlement between them filled the atmosphere
throughout the castle’s room.
In their one on one combating formation, thrashing their
weapons at each other in fury to that final goal. Tauna as
king’s queen, or Detective Niles’ noble Lady retrieved.
The king, steadfast in his kingship to obtain for his future
queen, unwavered. Continued his mightily thrusting and
swinging at Liam.
Liam, in growing weariness, with clenched-gritted teeth and
the last of his strength endurant heavy breath, pressed
onward to his goal of victory for Tauna. In furious swooped
swing of his thick-blade sword, bashed a direct straight hard
hit at the king’s sword, breaking the king’s sword’s blade in
half, as the blade bit flung to the floor, as he continues with all
his might to swing hard and fast, never to unwaver.
The king, in shattered stance, pressed on to what’s left of an
uncertainty.
The family watching in gripping intensity of the outcome.
Liam, giving his last once of mighty strength, not giving into
the king’s request, furiously swooped his sword once again at
the king, a direct hard hit, ripping the king’s sword from his
now quickly defeating hands. Liam, with a loud last huff,
leveraged a last thrusting hit at the king’s back beyond
recovery, once again, with a heavy thwack the last heavy
strike, as the king fell to his knees in lost defeat.
King Edwin, in such breath catching opened mouth, briefly
gives Liam an expression of dis hearted acceptance,
completes his fall flat to the floor.
Liam, in a magnitude of heavy breathing weariness, finally
lowers his sword to his side in victorious valiant stance. The
great master Detective Liam Niles of The Chivalry Chapel, the
kneeling knight has won his victory!
Tauna, standing amongst herself, a loving relief spread across
her face as she began her sprinting journey toward Liam,
taking her hand, she began to dismantle her queen’s would be
accessories pulling out her dripped diamond earrings, taking
off her royal headband, down to the last of precious gems,
flinging them to the floor, drops, her braids unbridled,
vanished. Then running to him fast approaching, whams in his
arms as his reward, his clutching her, never letting go, as he
falls to his knees with exhaustion, looking her over for her
protection in chivalry.
Tauna, falling with him, grappling over him with her caressing
loving hand upon his face of devotion. Their foreheads
bonding.
Bren, covered her mouth with her hand in self comfort,
Connor, stood to witness, Trey, Lauren, the two boys
witnessing.
Tauna, ever so helping him, grips his clothing to get him back
up onto his feet from never defeat. Liam clutching her face
with his gentleman’s hand of cherishment, the gazing of two
and the kiss only in fairy tales could be told, commenced by
only his robust hands upon her face. A love that with never
be quenched, but will be forever told.
The misty atmosphere surrounded the castle as the church
bell rang in a its rare occasion signaling The coming forth of
the new noble to take over Chivalry Chapel. the ceremonial
acknowledge has commenced.
Tauna Marie Drake stood in her fine attire of white celtic
weaved gown, a weaved celtic knot pattern lined her long
flounce sleeves, her half braided auburn hair, as long as her
waistline, adorned with white ribbon, stood before her father
in serious gesture, ready to take her oath of vows to continue
the legacy of Chivalry Chapel. Like hand-me- down status,
from her pastor father, the descendant of Sir Knight John
Drake of the seventeenth century, she proudly stands.
Pastor Connor Drake, in his most notable man of the cloth,
finally takes his hand of prayerful blessing, like a cassock
priest, waving his hand over her up, down gesturing the sign
of the cross, his only heir child, his daughter in sacred
sacrament, places a golden band-like crown upon her head,
meant only for nobles of their own castle. He places his hands
upon her face in tender affection, in a proud moment. It is
finished. Tauna Marie Drake, like her father’s father’s
ancestor’s before her, now takes place as honorable Lady
Tauna Marie Drake, of Chivalry Chapel.
Bren, her mother, proudly stands to display her utmost loving
respect to her daughter. She gracefully treads the ancient
stone floor to greet her in pride. Holding out her motherly
arms to her, in lingering warm hugs, then stood by her side.
Father, mother, daughter in honorable pose.
The congregants like commoners stood from their seats.
Detective Liam Niles stood next to his son Devon.
Tauna, taking her riteful place as Lady, sets her eyes upon
Liam. “Detective Liam Niles. Come forth.”
Liam, looks at her in curiosity, goes to her.
Tauna, with honor. “Get on your knee before your nobility.”
Liam, gives her a peculiar look, then bends onto one knee.
Keeping his focus on her.
Trey, look upon older brother with such dignified honor, as
Lauren, son joined him with smiles.
Tauna gives her father a glanced signal.
Pastor Connor hands her a very ancient paper.
Tauna, gives her full attention back to Liam. “ Detective Liam
William Niles. You have been summoned by my father, Pastor
Connor Drake, descendant of Sir John Drake of Chivalry
Chapel. You have sworn your oath of allegiance to my father,
to protect Chivalry Chapel and its nobility. I hear by recite the
Knight’s Code of Chivalry to you.