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The Secret (Conteststory Attempt 1) |
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The Secret
Slowly he opened his eyes. Where am I?, he thought painfully. His cold fingers moved to his forehead. His blood pulsed fast in his body. Carefully he stood up and looked around. He was in a small room with a chair and a table in the middle. He realised a door just a few steps in front of him. He walked to it and shook the doorknob.
“Blimey!”, he shouted and pounded against the closed door.
“Where am I?! Listen to me! I’m Lord Arrwarak! Master of the Southern Forest! Let me out!”
All his rage was filled in his voice, then, suddenly, his memories came back.
“Frostwolf! The fight in the Northern Forest, at the side of Lord Kazzar! Bandit leader Frostwolf fought against us… His army was stronger than ours…Oh no… Looks like they arrested me at the Dragon Roost…”, Arwarrak murmured.
A deep voice approached and from the hallway it sounded:
“ Keep calm, little lord! You are safe…”, he laughed, “… very safe… Dear Lord Arwarrak, you’re in the Dragon Roost, sweet home of Master Frostwolf and his loyal bandits and rogues! Be proud! All of your allies have been killed…”
No! They can’t be all dead… That’s incredible! Both armies… Rangers, hunter, soldiers, druids… dead… ?
“Liar! You didn't kill all!”
The man behind the door laughed sarcastically, then a key was inserted in the keyhole and the door was pushed open. A tall long bearded man with a great sword at his belt was grinning at Lord Arwarrak, who flinched back and looked defiant. The man bent down and said:
“They are ALL dead! I was in the pack which hunted 'em down, ye! And now, come with me! The master wants to see you little creepy … lord…”
Unwillingly the lord followed the guard. They passed other furious looking watchmen and walked through long corridors, which were lighted by dusky torches. After minutes they stopped in front of a great door, which was formed like a dragon’s skull. Bloody red eyes seemed to be blinking at Arwarrak. Then the skull spoke to him.
“Arwa, listen… It is me! I have to tell you something really important!”
“Raymond? How…?! Frostwolf captured me! I’m at the Dragon’s Roost! Where are you? Where are the others? Are you alright?”
“Sssht! Quiet. I’m alright, with me there are a few others of the small villages… But enough… We will rescue you! We are camping not far away, in two days or earlier we will be near the Roost. Be careful! I have to go now… Some wounded children need my help. Good luck!”
The guard leered at him astonished.
“What is? Can we go in now? You looked so… peculiar…”
“Alright, alright… I was lost in thoughts…”
The giant grumbled. Then he knocked at the door with his big paws. With a load creak the door opened. Behind it were a great hall, the marble ground glowed black. It was beautiful. The hall was pillared and next to every pillar there were standing knights in silver plated armour, wrapped in long black capes. Their strong gaze pierced through Arwarrak’s eyes. He shivered. He looked forward and made a huge throne out, which was decorated with dragons and wild animals. On it sat a mysterious looking man, clothed in a white wolfs skin. Behind the eyeholes of the wolfs head were azure coloured eyes glimmering coldly. The paws of the wolf man lay on the armrests. The lords guard knelt down in front of his master.
“Master Frostwolf, here is your prisoner.”
“Thanks, Cloud. You may go now”, said the man on the throne superior. The guard nodded, stepped back and disappeared through the door. The gate closed with a crash.
“So, my dear friend, Arwarrak… Come a bit closer, please!”
The lord approached the throne and looked scornfully at Frostwolf, who laughed amused.
“I see we will have a lot of fun together…” , to his knights he commanded: ”Go outside, drink something or do what you want!”
“But, master… if he attacks you… you need us…”, one of them reckoned.
Frostwolfs frowned. “I told you to go outside… Listen to my orders or die! And by the way, he isn't even armed! I should be capable of defending myself.”
“Of course, of course, master… I beg your pardon, master…”, the warrior spluttered.
Then he followed the others and went out.
“Ahhh… good employees are difficult to find nowadays… But never mind…”
He looked vexed.
“I wander from the subject. Excuse me. You know me, don’t you? Of course, you know me! I’m Frostwolf, leader of the bandits, rogues and whatever! Lord of the Dragon Roost, educated by Shadowfang, the former leader!” “Pahh, Shadowfang! He was so ignorant! He attacked us, too, but we killed him easily! I hit him with a well aimed shoot! He felt off his horse like a stone!”, Arwarrak laughed. Frostwolf raised an eyebrow.
“You killed him? Really?”
“Yes, I defeated him, and I’m proud of it! This damn rogue killed my brother!”
The bandit smiled. “So I have to thank you! After the old moron died, I were crowned to the lord of the pack. But this is not what I want to tell you. Come, sit down here.” He pointed at a step under his throne. So honourable as he could Arwarrak sat down on the step and gazed gloomily at his opponent.
At once Frostwolf looked peaceful and sighed.
He glanced down to Arwarrak and a lot of old memories which he had buried a long time ago flooded back suddenly.
“I will tell you a secret. I won’t kill you, so listen, please. I know that your inferiors are lurking here somewhere, and I advise you to order your magician to get away quickly, because my riders will abolish them if they feel harassed."
Arwarrak looked astonished. How can he know? Only I can hear Raymonds ghost whispering! Or can he listen to it, too? When Frostwolf saw the look of the lord he guessed what his opponent was thinking:
“Oh yes, my dear, I can listen to other ghost whisperers… But that aside, my observers are skilled, they found your men faster than an owl catches a mouse! Now to my secret… It’s really hard for me to tell you about… You won’t believe it anyway…”
“Come on, don’t abhor! Tell me!”, the man barked.
“If you want…
I’m your brother.”
Silence.
For a long time both were quiet.
Then Arwarraks eyes filled with tears of mourning and rage.
“My brother died a long time ago! How can you dare to muddy the memento of my loved brother?! Rogue! Curse on you!”
Frostwolf looked disappointed. “It’s true! I swear! I’m your brother! I’m Kaneth!”, he took off the hood, his cold blue eyes watched Arwarrak gentle.
“Our parents were killed by straying bandits… The first years of our life we lived at godfather Raymond’s house… he taught us the ghost whispering… Do you remember? But then… then Shadowfang attacked godfather… You and Raymond left the place and hid… but I was caught by this old moron and he raised me… because he needed a successor… All these years… I was the runner of this dumb pack… But the majority respected me…”
Arwarrak met Kaneth with disbelief.
“Kaneth? Is this really you?”
“Yes, yes I am! Arwarrak, brother! All these years I tried to find out where you are… and then… what are the odds! I found you. You, the lord of the Southern Forest! Coincidentally were you the old enemy of my dear foster father…- The bandits wanted me to attack you… but I coaxed them to attack the Northern Lord… stupidly you helped this old guy. And my men killed your men… I’m so sorry… really. But I could protect you from death. I wanted you as prisoner. Alive. Now everything will change, Arwa! Everything! Together we shall rule the Forest! With your knights and the remaining men of the Northern Lord we can hurt the bandits hard! We reign over the whole forest… no bandits… sounds peaceful, doesn’t it? I know many secret passages. There’s one important control centre on which you can reach… ”, he couldn’t go on, because an eight inch long blade was dragged through his chest.
He gurgled and broke down. Blood was sputtering out of the deep wound, stunned Arwarrak stood there, looking at his just recovered brother. His murderer stood in the safe darkness behind the throne.
“Kaneth! What the hell?!”, the lord stepped back and looked for a suitable weapon. A handsome man - wrapped in a bloody red leather armour and holding the match to the sword sticking in Kaneth, a shiny toothed short sword - stared at Arwarrak and laughed horribly. Then he spat at the lifeless alumnus bandit lord and growled:
”Damn traitor! No one betrays the bandit pack of the Dragon Roost! Pah, our leader, the brother of this bloody lord of the Southern Forest!”
His face deformed to a mask of hatred.
“Now I have taken revenge for this betrayal! But my second blade is so hungry… and you are the lord of the Southern Forest…”, he played with the point of his sword. Then he aimed it at Arwarrak.
“Die!”, he whispered and rushed forwards. Suddenly the gate behind them crashed open and a troop of knights ran in. On the top of the squad was Raymond, the old godfather of Arwarrak and Kaneth. Two warriors caught up to the assassin and knocked him out. Arwarrak hugged his godfather and murmured:
“Raymond! I knew you would come! Thank you.”
“I would never abandon you, Arwa … But now concentrate on taking over this bandit hole… Here take this sword.”, he gave him the match sword of the assassin.
“And now, come with me.”
The lord glanced back to the corpse of his brother. His brother… Arwarrak swore to himself that this secret would ever be a secret. He looked at Raymond. No, he thought, not even you I can tell it… He sighed.
“Raymond”, he pointed at the corpse, “ take the corpse, please, "I will bury it near my house…”
Raymond looked surprised, but he didn’t ask for the reason. Arwa walked to his brother and took off the wolf mask. Then he slipped over his head and said with a loud voice:
”Listen! I’m Arwarrak the Keeper of Secrets, lord of the Southern Forest and of the Dragon Roost! Follow me into the future!” For some seconds all eyes had been focusing on him, after this he heard voices call his name. He touched his forehead and sighed. Then he slowly closed his eyes.
Arwarrak, Keeper of Secrets. In memento to you, Kaneth. My brother. What a secret.
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