The Knight of Weyard

The Knight of Weyard

A Peacful Ambush

The Knight of Weyard

Written by: Drk Knght

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle. This is a philosophy that not many people seem to recognize. There are many people who are devoid of a sincere friend who cares. The worst solitude is to be destitute of sincere friendship. People will always be with you if everything is going well but the moment something changes, the "friends" that one used to have seem to be hard to find. Real friendship is shown in times of trouble; prosperity is full of friends. An hour of pain is as long as a day of pleasure.

The tale of one young youth is one of a struggle between himself and the world. His quest that started like so many others would continue with the aspiration to become the greatest. This goal will take him down roads that will shape his entire life making him more than just any average person. This journey will shape him into a person that many people long to be known as…legend. This is the tale of the heroic "Knight."

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Chapter 1: A Peaceful Ambush

The light faded across the horizon from what seemed like a perfect day. Shimmering colors and shades of purple, blue, and orange painted the perfect ending to a perfect day in the city of Cyril, a town nestled by the mountains north and west of the city of Kalay.

Sitting atop a neatly arranged stone-finished roof, a short blond-haired young man gazed into the dazzling colors of the sunset with a certain degree of awe. He looked on with his sea blue eyes wondering what was beyond the horizon that he was staring at. He had never been outside of town, well, not too far at least.

His mind began to wander to distant lands and to the stories that he had heard and read of old. Adventures like the ones that the ancient heroes had burned a yearning in his soul for an adventure of his own. Knights and fair maidens were the interest of his free time. He had read many old historical books that retold events of the past. He had become very interested in the stories that the travelers had when they came through his town. But with the increasing monster threat outside of town, venturing out unless one was a skilled warrior was usually fatal. And after a while, travelers began to come to town less often.

Unfortunately, despite his constant pleading with his parents, Ryouta could not seem to convince them to let him get combat training in order to defend himself so he could exit the city like his friends who would come back with all sorts of stories and sometimes treasures. However, his friends would sneak out of the city without their parent’s permission, but Ryouta always seemed to leave that part out of his plea. But the family business of building shipping vessels and parts for them was the passion that Ryouta’s parents wanted to pass on to their children. After all, his older brother had begun work in the business already so it was assumed that he would follow.

In fact, everyone thought that Ryouta would continue on in the path set before him. It was the custom handed down from generation to generation that the son or sons would take over the business when the parents became unable to do so themselves. But deep in his heart and soul, Ryo truly resented the assumption that people had about him and his destiny. He wanted to set his own course in life and create his own destiny, but other people did not share his views.

The people whom he had grown up with had always looked at him with a look of distain and disgust. At least, that what it seemed like to the young blond teen. Maybe it was because he was smart. Or maybe it was because of the way he talked, or his physical appearance. But whatever the reason, people just seemed to avoid him.

And matters were not helped any because this handsome, young man was fairly shy around people, especially around girls and even more so to girls whom he had a bit of an attraction for. No matter how much he wanted to, he could not bring himself up to telling a girl that he liked her. In fact, he did have his eyes on one particular girl. However, the throngs of testosterone surrounding her always impeded his efforts to get close to her. But he could wait. After all, he had contact with her that few other people had. Waiting for the perfect moment was the very essence of his plan.

But for now he was content with just sitting back and enjoying the time that he had to himself. As Ryouta began to ruminate over the various issues that he had, a voice called out to him, breaking the deep-rooted concentration that he once had.

“Hey, Ryo! Finally, I found you!” Ryouta peered down from the roof at the sound of his shortened name to see a medium-height, short brown-haired young man who had been his friend for the longest time standing in front of his house. His medium built body was hid beneath the red and gray-trimmed long-sleeved shirt and his gray and red-trimmed pants complementing the rest of his person.