Swords with Souls
A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story
(Adult Content)
By Dan Watt
(Author of the BARD series)
(Author of the Plagueborn series)
Fallen Prince
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He walked here after leaving Ronni untethered in the nearby forest. The elders nicknamed him the Infiltrator. He agreed to have the tips of his ears dissected to become a spy. Now he’s back at Damp Wind, a place he hoped to have left forever. He stares at the familiar wall that surrounds the castle. He wears a commoners’ white tunic, and dark blue hose, along with well-worn leather boots. Overtop of everything he throws on a simple dark brown cape. They are clothing he only wears when in disguise. Lastly, he tightens a belt with a tool bag around his waist.
As he pays to enter the kingdom a fire erupts from one of the palaces windows. He stares intently for a moment until he’s sure that it’s Prince James’s bedroom window.
“That’s bad news Alwyn,” the guard beside him says. They have met before when he wore the same or a similar disguise. The guard believes he’s a carpenter.
“I’ll see what’s happening,” Sir Oisin says and hurries into the city.
As he gets closer the fire is extinguished. “Prince James is dead!” a crier from a tower built near the castle cries out. The few people on the street stop staring at the smoke from the fire and gather in groups. He can hear them gossiping about the news. The air is filled with tension at the news of the one-handed prince’s demise. Those that loved him cried out that it can’t be true. Others, who never liked the ‘brat’ as they called him under their breaths, keep quiet.
He walks briskly towards the mortar and wood wall that surrounds the palace. Once he’s near where he knows the stables are he leaps higher than his own height to grab the fence’s top. On the other side he sees the staggard buttresses that helps the wall stay up. The ledge is just wide enough for him to crouch and run along until he sees a spot with no guards. He jumps down and crouches near a stable.
Listening carefully for any guards he hears the quiet voice of a woman speaking in a deathly tone. He scampers through a stall window. Touching the shoulder of the horse inside he waits for her to calm before opening the stall door and slipping into a hallway. He follows the woman’s voice to a stall a short distance down the hall.
People I Follow
Chloe Bruce — stuntwoman and martial artist
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