User Blog: angry

SirRupert dismounted from his trusty steed and tied the reigns loosely to a nearby familiar tree. This fine horse just like its sire had served him well over many years. It was strong and valiant responding to every command immediately without fear despite the dangers it faced in battle. It now sniffed and nuzzled at the grass content and unconcerned. The climb to the top was well worth the glorious view of the fields and hamlet below. Small puffs of smoke could still be seen drifting southwest from the homestead chimneys and fire ovens. It was midday and some of the farmers were returning for quick refreshments before resuming their labours in the heat of the afternoon. It was a typical scene of any other hamlet. The brief years of peace brought a calmness and sanity back to the people. Life was good. But it wasn't just the beautiful view of the fields and valley below that pleased SirRupert. Sitting on a thick quilt blanket was the woman of his life. The sun shone through the heavens and highlighted her as if by choice. Her long golden hair hung down to the middle of her back. It was braided and tied back neatly showing off the delicate petite features of her face. Small nose and lips, rosey cheeks, and the most beautiful serene blue eyes.
She stood now, and brushed her dress down, at 5 feet 9 inches she was taller than most in the region. The height seemed to give her a healthy athletic look. She smiled now, it was a smile no-one could help but smile back to. The smile spoke of authenticity, this smile was one of genuine sincere happiness, it was a greeting from the heart.
'Good evening Gwendoline, It is a pleasure, once again'
Gwendoline offered her hand, and SirRupert bowed and kissed it. SirRupert then stood straight and hooked his elbow indicating and silently offering a chaperoned walk. Gwendoline accepted and curled her hand over his arm. Slowly they both walked the familiar track of their meeting place.
'The years have been kind to us Gwendoline, but I hear trouble is starting to brew again, Goblins and Orc's have been attacking the outer farms. They grow bolder every day. The King is rehiring recruitments to quell these vagabonds'. Gwendoline appeared unconcerned but before she could respond SirRupert noticed another Knight climbing the hill. Knowing his picnic would be disturbed he sighed and resigned to the fact the King came first.
'Will these wars never end Rupert? It is like an endless cycle. Why can't we just live and let live?'. SirRupert's heart sank, for he knew inside that these words were true. Indeed the wars did seem endless, time after time Moroch and his hordes of evil would come back. New plans, new vile creatures, new spells and tactics. It was an endless pursuit keeping up with or ahead of this evil monstrosity.
'We have quelled Moroch before Gwendoline, we will do so again'.
Before the climbing Knight came into view SirRupert excused himself to Gwendoline and returned back to his horse. A bouquet of flowers still stood strong from the side saddle. The clip clop of his fellow Knights horse grew louder and after turning the final bend and reaching the top of the hill SirKerrick greeted SirRupert.
'Good Cheer and well met SirRupert' chortled SirKerrick.
'and to you SirKerrick' replied SirRupert
'Your presence is required SirRupert, The King has requested an audience with all the Knights this evening, it would be best to prepare and head imediately, if you could gather SirIan and SirRobert and inform them of the Kings request also.'
'I shall do SirKerrick, I won't be but a moment longer here and then I shall follow.'
SirKerrick looked up and nodded. 'I understand SirRupert', then, turning his horse, descended back down the hill.
With sadness SirRupert grabbed the flowers from the sidesaddle. Trodding down to the picnic area he placed the flowers neatly into the ceramic urn and then kissed the headstone. 'Till we meet again my love'. He gave one last look at the headstone and trodded back to his horse to prepare for the Kings request. Gwendoline, age 35, died from the Moroch wars, Loving wife of SirRupert.

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