Lucas

The sky was black, only stars and the moon lit up the road ahead. Stepping out of their carriage and onto the dirt floor below Lucas thought to himself, I can’t believe I have put on one of my best outfits for these fucking idiots to drag me here.

This small town of Wigstan, supposedly their entertainment for the evening, although Lucas had no hopes in an eventful night. As soon as they stepped off their mode of transportation and into the soggy mug floor Lucas was not pleased. It doesn’t even have a proper road?! What are we doing here?! He thought.

Lucas, being accustomed to the finer things in life, did not find spending the night in a town in the middle of nowhere as a good time.

With him, were eight of his friends, all dressed in expensive robes, although not as expensive as Lucas’s. He wore a long beige silk robe with a green paisley pattern stitched down each arm, the colours of the Boarman dynasty. The only pleasure he could gain from this evening was knowing he was dressed better than all of his friends.

These idiots probably couldn’t afford my outfit with all their riches put together. He thought.

Harvey, the tallest member of the group is stood on the far right, dressed in beige robes similar to Lucas’s, but Lucas knew they would just be some cheap material.

“Right Lucas, what do you want to do tonight?” Harvey asked.

As Lucas looked down the dark road, only wooden houses were built throughout this forgotten town. He sighed, hitting a hand onto his forehead and moaning.

“I don’t know Harvey! Anywhere to get me out of this fucking mud!”

“I need some ale first!” Seamus suddenly chirped in. He was stood on the right of Lucas, although he is as short as he is fat, he was by far the one that Lucas liked the most.

The other boys of the group agreed an the carried on walking through the muddy road into the centre of Wigstan.

To their right is a tavern, there were clear candle light’s glowing from within but barely a voice could be heard. Even more to Lucas’s annoyance that this place was deprived of excitement and still asking himself why the came here.

On his left stood Cian, who was a cousin of Lucas’s and the one who suggested coming to this empty town. Being just slightly smaller, Cian raised his arm and placed it onto Lucas’s shoulder, which annoyed Lucas more as he didn’t want Cian’s cheap robes to mess up his own.

“Looks like we’ve found the place to go.” Cian announced annoyingly.

“That looks dead, I heard about a whore house just down the…” Harvey’s voice turned to a faint gargling sound mid-sentence and then was followed by a loud thud echoing from the ground. As Lucas turned his head, his heart sank to see his Harvey, on his knees with an arrow piercing through the back of his head and remerging back through his mouth. His eyes stilled flickered with life as his skin turned a deathly pale.

“What the…” Marc called out before his voice was stopped, a blade, as black as the sky was impaled through Marc’s chest with a man at least 6 foot tall stood behind gripping the weapon.

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Although the sword was difficult to see in the darkness there was a white light emulating off it.

Where the fuck did he come from!? Lucas screamed in his head as this man seemed to have appeared from thin are, not making a sound.

As quick as the sword appeared, it retracted from Marc’s chest and yet another one of Lucas’s friends fell to the ground. Then, the man was gone.

“What’s happening?!” One of the men shouted, although Lucas was frozen solid and unable to process who it was that spoke.

“FUCK!” Lucas shouted as a shattering thud burst next to him, jumping around he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw Seamus, his top half of his body severed from his legs as his body lay split in two on the ground. His insides now on the out and blood puddling around the muddy floor.

He had not seen or heard anyone approach to have done this to his friend and his body seized up in fear, unable to move a single muscle as he looked at the terror mixed with agonising pain coming from his friends eyes who appeared somewhat alive

“Lucas!!”

Looking up from Seamus’s body, Patrick was calling him from a few feet away. “Get over here!” He called again, but before Lucas could get his feet to move he watched in silence as a figure was moving in the darkness, camouflaged into the black on night.

Unable to react, he was too late when he saw the shine from the moon catching the figures knife-like blade as he slit the throat of his next victim, and then, he disappeared once more.

Patrick’s hands gripped his throat as blood squirted out from his fingers, trying to speak but only gargles coming out as he dropped to his knees and his face planted into the mud.

Three of his friends lay dead staggered around the dirt road when Lucas felt a hand gripping his shoulder.

“We need to get out of here!” Cian screamed.

Lucas’s mind finally kicked back into action.

“Get over here now!” He called out to his friends.

As they gathered around, they formed a circle, not one of them having a weapon to defend themselves against the attacker.

Yet it wasn’t just one attacker, as he kept turning his head, Lucas could see the faint outline of people approaching them, as though spotting someone in the corner of his eye, one? Two? Three? Lucas had no way to see how many people surrounded them. They blended into the night and just the small movements were giving away their position.

“Who are you!!?” Lucas screamed out at the figures.

“Lucas! What do we do?” Walters shouted.

The faint touch of his friends all holding onto each other were sending shivers throughout Lucas’s spine, droplets of sweat falling from his face, Lucas screamed out once more.

“Leave us be!”

“Ahh!”

Turning his head, Walters was impaled by a spear bursting straight through his body, his eyes staring at Lucas with fear. A small trickle of blood formed out of the corner of his mouth as his body went limp, only being held up from the floor by the end of the spear.

“Fuck!!” Liam shouted and broke away from the group, attempting to flee. His escape was not long lived, although still unable to see who it was that was attacking, Lucas could see a long sword slicing through his friends stomach which stopped him in his tracks.

What is this, magic? Where are these men! Lucas thought.

One of the dark figures was growing closer, his movements silky smooth and silent, but his dark silhouette became clearer. Grabbing hold of Harry on his right, Lucas threw him into the figures path and watched as the silhouette’s blade sliced the throat of another one of his friends.

Harry dropped to the ground, joining the rest of the dead as the dark figure looked to change his aim to Lucas.

“No, no, no!!” He screamed as this monster lunged forwards closer and closer. “Don’t kill me! I am son of Lord…” A leathery hand covered Lucas’s mouth stopping his pleas from escaping. His senses now filled with the blood of his friends who lay dead around him.

Time froze as Lucas’s eyes widened, able to see one of the assailants up close. He was in a full armour, jet black as the soul of the man wearing it. How could he move so flawless and silent in armour? Lucas thought, which was quickly broken as he saw the blade that had just slit Harry’s throat being raised to the sky.

The man’s helmet covered his face and Lucas could not see what sort of a man would massacre a group of unarmed highborn.

The warm sensation of piss trickling down his leg, Lucas grips onto the man’s arm in an attempt to defend himself, screaming into his hand as the blade came down….