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Wednesday, April 4, 2018

The Headless Knight of Sleepy Trees Part 6

The Headless Knight of Sleepy Trees
Draft_2
By: Chase L. Currie

(Tales of The Bat)

Sir Danial’s father was a good writer for being a Knight. Seathan found his words pulling him in more than he thought it ever would, but the hours ticked away and before he knew it late in the morning. He made it to the last few pages of the journal knowing this would be where everything would come together. 

Fall, 1413
            What day is it? I don’t even know right now. My mind is locked in a haze, and I haven’t written in this book for months. I should have kept this journal going, but life got in the way and now … now my life has been turned upside down.
            Oh AllFather, what cruel joke you must be playing on me. Why did you allow this to happen? By what means does good come out of everything that has fallen onto my family?
            I was once told all actions taken in the world, good or bad, leads us to the throne of the AllFather. Everything we do is bring us closer to Him, and the actions which are the most painfully is His way of yelling at us to stand up and face Him. I’m not sure I believe that anymore.
            I’m not sure I believe anything anymore.
            I have seen Death all my life. I have watched my Knights die around me during the Arcane War. During the war, my faith had been tested like never before but I, we came out on top. My faith grew because the AllFather blessed me with life. He blessed me with forgiveness, and we needed it after that war.
            Too many times did we have to leave Spellcrafters to their horrible fate. Too many times did we use them as bait to bring Ababbon Ants into the range of our attacks. We watched them been eaten alive, and there was nothing we could do. But had no choice during the war because it was the only way to save the Realm.
            For many years after the war, I had nightmares about the screaming. I saw the Spellcrafters pull my soul into the pits of Hell for what I did, but your mother changes all of that. She walked into my life one summer’s day and kissed away my sorrow. If it weren’t for the actions taken during the war, we would have never met. She would have died like all the other in the Realm.
            Your mother saved me.
            The AllFather sent me an angel freeing me from my dreams.
            So, why? I ask and write did the events have to happen? Why did our lives end up this way?
            The new Lord came to our town as a Witch Hunter telling us he was here to save the town from the Devil. With the new law over the land, all magic was to be outlawed. No one could use the grift from the AllFather. It was as if the law told many not to breathe. Your mother was outrage over the Lord’s words, over the law.
            She fought with the Lord. She was said to be a Witch by the Lord. My son, your mother, has never willed magic a day in her life. Her family has never been able to use the Arcane Arts, but your mother was causing trouble in our little town. She was put to Death no matter how much I begged her not to be. The Lord would not listen to my words.
            Why oh AllFather, did this happen? Was this me paying for my sins? Then make me pay for them not my family. You have cruse me King of Kings so, therefore, I will cruse You. No longer am I a Knight in Your name. No longer will I bend the knee to You. I will cut this Lord’s head off and tossed it into Your house for failing me so greatly. I will have my revenge.
                The Good Book says, “Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord.” I will not allow You to have my Vengeance. My paws will dip with his blood, not yours. 
            My son, if you find my words, I want you to know I love you greatly, but this Lord cannot be allowed to live. Your mother waits for you in Heaven, but I shall never see you again. I will walk in the blackness of Hell, but if the Lord is dead, then I will walk that blackness with a smile on my face.
            I love you, my son.
            If I fail, then leave this place and never return. There is only Death and the Devil here for you. Goodbye, my dear child.

            Seathan closed the book looking over at the candle lite dancing in the dark. He felt sorry for Danial’s father and for his mother. He failed and was beheaded. How fitting now, a ghost with no head walked the town killing squirrels. Squirrels Seathan found out was a part of the trail and of the Lord’s hunting party. They were all there when Danial’s mother was sentenced to death. Danial must have seen it all. An event forever implanted into his mind and something he could never forget. It must have been a driving force behind all his actions.
            And if Lord Ichabod put to death an innocent squirrel, then he has forfeited his life. It did explain everything, Seathan told himself, but Artful was right. It was all too easy to find, all too easy to see, and the Lord didn’t seem scared that they would find the truth. If this was the truth?
            He stood up sitting the book down in the wooden chair and wondered where the Sword Saint had run off too? He started for the door when the sound of someone stepping into the room behind him made him stopped. He turns to look at the tall body of a Knight, who’s armor looked as if it had been freshly dug out of the grave, but the one thing Seathan notice more than anything was the Knight had no head. He held an old sword in his paws as the Bard stumble backward.

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