Knights of the Three Kingdoms- Volume 1 Page 3

  Sir Franklin continued to hammer the parts of metal that soon will become a blade. He stopped and lifted his gaze up at him.

  “Not to worry your Highness. I will find my brother and behead him… And then, I will find my other brother and too behead him as well.”

  “And what of your sisters?”

  “I have no use for them. They will burn at the stake… same as a witch.”

  “And soon they will…” A familiar feminine voice alerted Sir Franklin’s attention. He drew his eyes behind King Wallace and saw the sorceress, Dorrella slowly walking down the steps.

  “You…” Sir Franklin mumbled as she approached and stood next to King Wallace.

  “Yes… it is I; Sir Franklin.”

  “Aye… I imagine that you have met Dorrella… the sorceress.”

  “Sorceress she may claim, but in my eyes she is nothing but a witch! I do not lay trust in her!” Sir Franklin quickly stepped forward with his sword in his hand. He lifted the blade up and pointed the tip of the blade directly at her throat.

  “Tell me why I should spare your cursed heart?”

  “Because I command you not to!” King Wallace ordered.

  Sir Franklin watched Dorrella’s lips curled into a smirk.

  “Flourish your sword valiant one.” She calmly said. “It would be a grave mistake for you to wound me.”

  Sir Franklin slowly lowered the blade away from her neck.

  “Have you forgotten that it was she who aided you in battle?” King Wallace asked.

  “I didn’t ask for her aide.”

  “And your head would not be attached to where it is at now.” Dorrella said. “Instead, it would be dangling from the belt waist of your brother.

  “Dorrella has come here to rend her aide to us! I need a sorcerer… The Castilians have the aide of Merlin!” King Wallace raised his voice.

  “And what is it that you desire from us… witch?” Sir Franklin boldly asked.

  “Stay your tongue!” King Wallace demanded while pointing at him.

  “It is alright…” She smiled, showing her clenched teeth while slowly stepping forward. “Your Highness.” She finished while standing face to face with Sir Franklin. “In return for my aide, I seek the ambulant called Abaddon.”

  “Abaddon?”

  “It is from the ancient Hebrew tongue… Abaddon means destroyer.”

  “Why is this ambulant so important to you?” Sir Franklin challenged.

  She turned and faced King Wallace.

  “If you wish to unite the land… than the ambulant must be in my possession. And…” She paused and turned to face Sir Franklin. She approached closer and rubbed her index finger across his upper bare chest. “If you want to wear the heads of your brothers on your waist belt… the ambulant must be in my possession.” Her eyes locked into his gaze unblinking…

  “You still haven’t said why this ambulant is so precious to you.”

  “With the help of your knights,” she withdrew her attention and focused on King Wallace, “bring me the ambulant and I’ll see fit that the land will be yours to unite.”

  “Where can this ambulant be found?” King Wallace asked.

  “I have a map that will guide your knights on where the ambulant can be found. But be warned valiant one!” She turned and her gazes and met Sir Franklin’s. “Your travels will not be an easy task. Merlin seeks the ambulant. And I am sure that your sworn enemies will seek out the ambulant as well. The ambulant holds great power that can destroy an entire kingdom. The ambulant has fallen from the heavens and is now on the land that the Most High has created.”

  “Silence!” King Wallace demanded. “There is no one that is higher than I!”

  Her lips slowly stretched upward into a smile.

  “Then bring me the ambulant and none will be higher than you…”

  Chalus-Chaborl Castle…

  Sir Alexander stood in the back yard of the castle that threatened to touch the clouds. He wore his white long sleeve shirt with the center of his chest exposed. His trousers were brown. His hair was golden blond and straight that was short to the length of his neck. His eyes were blue as the ocean and had a gaze as hard as steel. He twirled his sword in his hand, cutting the pumpkins that were placed on the poles that were shaped like a cross.

  Sir Alexander’s body moved swiftly like a crane evading an ape. He stepped from side to side while spinning his body around and slicing the top of the pumpkins off. He proceeded to each pole, slicing and stabbing the pumpkins. He paused when he faced the last pole directly in front of him. There, a pumpkin sat on top of the pole. Sir Alexander stepped forward, zigzag until he approached the pole with his blade raised above his head for a final strike. At that moment, an arrow blindly cut through the air, inches away from his face and found its mark directly in the center of the pumpkin.

  Sir Alexander paused in shock. He quickly turned around and saw Lady Jetta with her back pressed to the bark of a tree. She held a bow in her right hand while twirling a flower underneath her nose with her left hand. Her red fiery-colored hair that was long and curly hung over her shoulders and back. Her eyes that were blue as the sea, stared passively at him. The curly bangs began to wisp in her eyes as her lips slowly wisped into a smile. She wore a blue long sleeve tunic dress-like with white long silk sleeves that were attached to it. Sir Alexander smiled as he stepped forward.

  “Your arrow almost found its mark in me.”

  “Nonsense.” She stepped forward away from the tree. “The mark that I attend to aim was directly at the pumpkin.” She approached him. “I see you’ve managed to learn the art of sword fighting efficiently well.”

  “And I see you’ve managed to use a bow with precise accuracy, which means…”

  He suddenly grabbed her as she giggled in joy. He wrestled her to the ground that was covered in hay. He rolled on top of her, nose inches away from hers as he looked down into her eyes and she stared upward into his.

  “Which means…?” She asked.

  “Which means with you at my side we can accomplish any task.”

  “Mmm…?” Her lips drew up into a short smile while she caressed the back of his hair. “I like the tone in your voice.”

  “Likewise.” He blinked and slowly tasted her lips with his, as he inserted his tongue into her warm mouth, wrestling with her tongue.

  He now buried his lips on the side of her soft neck. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened while she embraced him tighter.

  “The king...” She softly moaned.

  “What of him?” He exhaled while his lips remained underneath her jawline.

  “He… he wishes… to see you.” She exhaled.

  He now covered her chin with his lips, tickling her chin with his tongue. He moved his tongue down to her collarbone.

  “He can wait.” He informed softly.

  “Mmm… Sir… Sir Alexander… it’s… it’s urgent.” She protested while exhaling.

  He paused and lifted his face up, staring down at her.

  “Urgent you say?”

  “Yes.”

  “Very well.” He sighed while standing up and assisting her to her feet.

  “Okay.” She exhaled. “I’ll take you to him.”

  King Percy sat on his throne with most of his knights that stood around waiting. Sir Alexander stepped inside the main hall and into the Great Chambers of the King’s palace with Lady Jetta by his side. King Percy drew his attention at the main entrance of the doorway. His eyes narrowed when he saw Sir Alexander and Lady Jetta approaching to the center of his throne.

  “Your Majesty.” Sir Alexander fell to one knee and lowered his head.

  “Ah… Sir Alexander rise.”

  Sir Alexander stood. King Percy stood from his throne and slowly stepped down the steps.

  “I have learned that the Paladins have defeated the Oracles Knights.”

  “Why that’s good news your Majesty! Is my…”

  “Your brother is still alive! He managed to flee
from the Paladins Knights.”

  “I’m sure the Paladins or the Oracles will draw their attention on us.”

  “We have been at war with each other for forty years! It’s time that we end this chaotic time. The lands need to be united in my name. We should only have one ruler.”

  “I agree your Majesty.”

  “If only we could find Excalibur… but there is a weapon that is more powerful than Excalibur!”

  “Your Majesty, truly you jest! There is no other like Excalibur!”

  “Silence boy!”

  Sir Alexander lowered his head in shame.

  “My apologies your Excellency.”

  King Percy smirked and slowly approached him. He placed his heavy hand on Sir Alexander’s shoulder, forcing him to lift up his head.

  “You are wrong. There is something that is more powerful than the likes of Excalibur. Something more mystified.”

  “What is this weapon that you speak of?”

  “I have spoken to the priest… he speaks highly of this ambulant.”

  “Ambulant?” Sir Alexander frowned.

  “An ambulant that fell from the heavens.”

  Sir Alexander looked up at the ceiling.

  “It is before our times boy… it belonged to one of the fallen angels that were thrown out from the gates of heaven!”

  “Your Majesty…” Sir Alexander quickly made eye contact with him. “Tell me… what does this ambulant look like? Where can it be found? What mystic powers does it have?”

  “I know not of its mystic powers… nor do I know where it can be found.” King Percy turned and walked towards the steps of his throne. He paused and faced him.

  “However…”

  Everyone drew their attention to King Percy.

  “You will take some knights and travel to Merlin. There, you will set your journey in finding this ambulant… bring it here! I must have it! If it came from the heavens, than you must know that its power is unmatched! Merlin knows of its powers… where it can be found and how it looks. The only thing I know of its existence is its name… the ambulant is called Abaddon.”

  “Abaddon? It is not a word that came from our tongues. What tongue did Abaddon come from?”

  “It is the tongue of Hebrew.”

  King Percy walked up the steps and sat down in his throne. He rested the side of his face on his left fist.

  “I am aware that the Paladins and the Oracles are after this ambulant that came from the heavens.” King Percy said. “If either one of the Paladins or Oracles get their paws on this ambulant… than these chaotic times will never end. There will be more bloodshed!” He raised his voice. “Throughout the lands! You…” His voice lowered to a normal rate. “You are the one who can change these horrible times.”

  Sir Alexander dropped to his knee and lowered his head again.

  “I will not fail you, your Majesty!”

  Night stretched across the sky like a large blanket. The candles were lit inside the room that belonged to Sir Alexander. He stood in front of the keep, wearing his long white shirt with black hose. He rested his hands on the keep’s ledge and stared out into the ink-colored night. The stars twinkled as if they were speaking to him in their own language. His mind drifted, trying to imagine what the Abaddon ambulant looked like. Was it golden? Sparkly like the stars? Was it crystal-like… made out of trillion of diamonds? What of its mystic powers? Was it strong enough to unlevel the lands or even the mountains?

  A soft sigh leaked from his lips as he blinked with his eyes glued to the stars.

  “Careful valiant one… or the stars may suck you into their abyss.” A voice caught him by surprise.

  He turned around to the voice and saw Jetta standing at his doorway. She blinked while slowly closing the door behind her.

  “You ponder…” She said while approaching.

  “Ah yes…” He turned and looked up at the stars again. “I was wondering about this ambulant that the king so strongly wants.”

  “Hmm…” Jetta stood next to him and looked up at the sky. “It’s so peaceful up there… and yet, a powerful mystic weapon had fallen down to the lands where chaos lurks. In truth…?”

  “What of the truth?” He asked.

  “It’s hard to believe that something like that has fallen to us. What if someone claims it?”

  “Then we have to re-claim it from whomever.”

  “Tomorrow, your journey starts.” She faced him.

  “Yes, I know.”

  “It will be a long journey.” She blinked with sorrow claiming her eyes.

  “Do not let grief over take you.” He gently touched the side of her face with the back of his fingers. “I will return. Will you wait for me?”

  “Always.” She quickly grabbed his hand with both of her hands.

  Long spare moments have passed… as Sir Alexander laid on his back naked on his silk sheets. The warmth of Jetta’s body laid on top of his. Her naked body that was the color of ivory, laid on top of his. She lifted her upper body up, exposing her breasts in the night. Her pink and round nipples harden. She rested the palms of her hands on his chest as she slowly rode his cock. Her eyes were closed with her hair in a frizz. Her jaws clenched while she cautiously rocked her hips, enjoying his length.

  The candles continued to flicker in the night, making the shadow of their bodies enlarge on the brick walls in the room. Sir Alexander grabbed her soft breasts. He could feel her hard nipples, begging to be sucked in the palms of his hands. He looked down at her pussy that was covered with red hair. Each time she thrust her hips forward, her ass cheeks tensed and pressed inward, squeezing… She now leaned forward, nipples pressing on his. The warmth of her breath entering his ear. The wetness of her tongue teased his earlobe while she encouraged.

  “Plant your seed in me. Plant it. Squirt it in me so it can be planted.” She moaned breathlessly.

  Sir Alexander’s body jerked. He tensed, making her body tense. She gritted her teeth and suddenly, a loud moan exploded from their mouths as they both reached a high intensity of climax. Her body now came to a rest and she lazily relaxed her body on his. She felt his hand rubbing on her back and down to her soft ass cheeks. She now rested the side of her face on his…

  Chapter 4

  The sun slowly crept up, claiming the skies as night faded away… Sir Alexander stood out in the outer courts of the castle. The knights stood around him. Some were on horseback. Lady Jetta stood with her bow and arrows amongst the knights. King Percy arrived in the outer courts with his queen.

  “Knights we set forth on your journey! Sir Alexander we lead the journey to find the ambulant to unite the lands! On your journeys, you may come across the lands of the Paladins and Oracles. Reclaim those lands in honor of the Castilians! Most of the knights we be station at the forts to protect the lands that are in my name. And most of the knights will remain at the castle in case if those cursed Paladins or Oracles decide to invade this castle! The Castilians Knights… may the saints guide you to the North!”

  Sir Alexander nodded as the gates opened. He turned and faced Lady Jetta. He caught her gaze as she finally lifted a hand to wave.

  Black Castle…

  Sir Franklin walked side by side with Sir Walter, preparing to leave with the rest of the knights. All the knights were suited in their black armor.

  “I do not trust that witch of a sorceress!” Sir Franklin snarled as he continued to gaze ahead to the stable.

  “You have forgotten that it was her who aided us in battle with the Oracles Knights. If it wasn’t for her spawn beast, your brother would have had your head on a pole.”

  “I am not thrilled of her aided from a dragon! I can see through her cursed eyes that she has a deceiving plan of her own, and the king has fallen a victim to her feminine wiles.”

  Both knights climbed on their black horses.

  “If this ambulant holds such great power, than we should have it for ourselves instead of handing it to her.” Sir Walter suggested.
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  “First, we need to find this ambulant, and then I can determine if it is indeed useful to me! We travel west!”

  Imperium Castle…

  Sir Vladimir and the Oracles Knights traveled to the east. He slowly galloped on horseback with the rest of the knights, following a trail that led through the Green Forest.

  “Prepare yourselves knights, this forest hides many secrets… including mystic beasts. We continue to travel east from the directions of this map. This ambulant is hidden within the Fire Mountains.”

  “We have a long journey ahead my lord.” Sir Braden said. “The first city we lay eyes on, we need to rest the horses and the men.”

  “Aye, we just need to make sure it’s not a city or town that belongs to either the Castilians or the Paladins.”

  The knights continued to travel through the trail that traveled out of the Green Forest. They arrived on an opened field. Sir Vladimir lifted his hand for the knights to stop. He scanned the area. All seemed peaceful.

  “We rest our horses! Setup a campfire here along with the tents!”

  Sir Vladimir climbed off of his horse while the knights began to setup the tents.

  Hours passed…

  Sir Vladimir sat on a small stool inside his tent. Next to his stool was a chest with his armor inside. He wore his dark brown long sleeve tunic that exposed the center of his chest, with a black leather vest. His trousers were the same color as his tunic. He unfolded a map with a drawling on what appeared to be the appearance of the ambulant. He stared at the drawling for a moment. If this ambulant is more powerful than Excalibur, than the lands will be united and both of my brothers’ heads will be mine to claim, he thought.

  He now blinked when he heard a disturbance from outside of his tent. Sir Vladimir stood and folded the map inside his pocket. He stepped out of the tent and walked past the campfire where most of his knights stood. He approached his cousin, Keffer.

  “I don’t like the looks of this cousin. We heard wild screams in the Green Forest.”

  “Wild screams?” Sir Vladimir asked.

  “Indeed.” Sir Braden added.

  “Screams from a woman?”