Gashard: A Fictional Narrative

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“If you do not mind, may I join you?” Sir Faine waited for his reply.
“Actually, I think I would enjoy your company this evening.” Arriving at the mess tent, they found several empty smaller tables and one large, long table filled with several different platters of freshly prepared food, a welcome sight to both men. They both chose seats across from each other at one of the smaller tables and sat, surprised how good it felt to be off their feet, their brief respite interrupted when his officers and enlisted soldiers began filing into the tent. Their table filled quickly with officers and servants rushed forward carrying food platters to Lord Nightburn first, before being offered to the others. The enlisted soldiers formed a line, grabbing …show more content…

“Who’s the officer with them?
“Lieutenant Gustav and he understands what’s expected of him.”
With a nod, both rode off quickly, urging the men to an even faster pace. Gashard’s army had advanced quickly and most had already entered the forest of Catahclisum. They had cut the time of encounter in half and Duke Gashard, pleased with their time, could hardly wait to get his hands on Lord Nightburn. After all the years, he now would have his revenge. Gashard’s first lieutenant rode up quickly to settle in beside him, speaking quickly and obviously upset, “My Lord, the forest is a trap. My men have spotted archers all around us. We should withdraw.”
Gashard was angry with himself for being so gullible. How could he have been so stupid? Then thoughts of his son came flooding back to him and turned to speak with his lieutenant.
“I have made a mistake and I must live with it. I don’t care how but I will get my revenge. Forward, we must catch them quickly before they spring their trap.” Gashard turned away, urging his men to move faster and shouted, “The enemy is within reach!”
Looking upon Duke Gashard as he moved away, the lieutenant added “or die with …show more content…

The archers dipped their arrows in the remaining oil and aimed, their arrows finding their marks with the resulting fire traveling fast along the trails of oil and soon the entire forest was ablaze. Screams resounded from within and although many of Gashard’s soldiers made it through the flames to safety, none survived, cut down by Nightburn’s archers or by the deft swords of his mounted soldiers. The battle ended with the last of Gashard’s soldiers either killed or captured, but there was no sign of Duke Gashard. The detail left behind to cover their retreat, found Gashard’s first lieutenant hiding in the thickets, and after a fierce struggle, captured him, bringing him to Lord Nightburn for interrogation. He studied the young soldier before him and although wounded and having difficulty standing, the young soldier stared back

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