Good thing you posted this, I missed the last update.
I have to say after reading it I am even more looking forward to the next one.
Yes this story should continue!!!
No bin the story.
haha thanks bro Ill have it finished when i get back!
well it urns out their is internet here So I decided in my spare time I would update this!!!
The wind whistled softly as he looked over his men two hundred thousand soldiers ready to fight and die, slaughter and butcher all in his name. It chilled him to the bone to know such atrocities were being done at his command, because of him thousands of men would die.
Sirian not having known Santarius all of his life didn’t pick up on his friend’s sadness and instead searched the battlefield looking for weak points in the enemies lines and points in their own lines that needed attention or were likely to break in the midst of battle.
Kale who knew Santarius as well as he knew himself lent towards his friend and whispered so only he could hear ‘do not fear Santarius it is not your fault that men will die it is their choice that they fight’
Santarius grimaced and replied with frustration dripping into his voice ‘ I wish’ he stopped trying to find the words he needed ‘I wish there was some way to end this war without any bloodshed on either side’ he took a shallow breath ‘ we are after all Englishmen’ he said the last word with bitterness in his voice.
Kale nodded but did not speak he was thinking over the plan Santarius had devised, About having no more then two hundred thousand men, That night Santarius had ordered Milic to take command of three quarters of the cavalry which equalled sixty thousand horseman most were man at arms but a attack from behind that large would be devastating to say the least. He had Milic take them and surround that soon to be battle grounds apart from the path that Rufus would lead his men from, the horseman were spread out in small groups and laid low so they would not be discovered. How Milic seemed to make the horses and their riders just disappear was beyond him but he did nonetheless.
Shouting came from across the field and Kale came out of his daze with a flash as the horns blow and the Longbow archers nocked arrows into their bows. Santarius had came up with a devastating plan for this as well there were around one hundred and twenty thousand archers so he had them in simple twelve lines each firing after the other and once the last line was done the first could commence again thus creating a continuous hail of arrows from some of the best archers in the world maybe they would keep their shields held high while advancing still that gave his troops the upper hand in hand to hand combat. But if they kept their shields down for the fire to charge they would be obliterated by the arrows continuously fired.
Basically a win- win situation for Santarius’s army. Though the crucial part of the battle was Rufus’s stupidity and own anger. Rufus would be blinded by rage and urge his men on meaning that he himself would have to enter the fray and when he got close to the lines the horns would blow and armoured horseman would appear everywhere from the woods encircling Rufus and his men and creating a hammer of infantry and a anvil of horseman.
He watched as the archers held their bows high and at the command released, he watched as the green cloaks of the Longbow men flapped in the wind, he watched as the arrows flew high in a deadly arc that blocked out the sun, he watched as the arrows struck home as men jerked and blood curdling screams filled the air. He watched as guts spilt on the ground as men fought to hold their entrails in. He watched as men clutched the chest and slumped to the ground unmoving.
Rufus’s man held their shields and heads high. At least they would die with honour Kale thought bitterly
Horns blew and Rufus’s cavalry charged although Rufus was staying back with his guard of thirty knights Kale noted
He looked to hos young friend and companion, he was the man who had taken care of him all his life the man who had fed him and cared for him and now here they were in battle about to fight side by side.
Santarius’s voice boomed over the pounding sound of the oncoming horseman ‘Spearman FORWARD’
As one the men holding long pikes emerged from behind the infantry their long pikes glinting off the afternoon sun, Their long points looking razor sharp and would be a death trap for any horse and rider that would crash into them.
They moved in three long lines each line held their pikes higher than their comrades in front of them cutting off any hope the riders had that their horses would be able to leap over the soldiers.
Their was a sickening crunch as the horseman crashed into the strong willed pikemen that chanted ‘The Lion King’ this was their morale boost the thing that kept them fighting the thing that made them thrust their pikes at the seeming never ending waves of horseman and all the while the longbow man continuously fired arrows at the oncoming but abysmally slow infantry that even with their shields high were being devastatingly hindered by the massive arrow attacks.
Finally when it looked that more then half of the horseman were dead Rufus could stand it no longer the horns blow once more and shouts of ‘CHARGE’ filled the air.
Santarius could see the pikemen were exhausted but he was proud of them they had fought bravely and had not routed and that was all he could ask of these men.
He lent to Kale ‘Pull the pikemen back and when Rufus is halfway to our lines signal the ambush’
Kale nodded and bellowed ‘PIKEMEN FALL BACK’ he took a breath ‘INFANTRY STEEL YOURSELVES AND PREPARE TO FIGHT’ The sound of swords being drawn and cheering filled the air. Rufus’s men were deathly quit as the charged.
Kale had to smile at that putting Rufus in charge was a bad idea he had no imagination as he never thought out of the box which is why that this plan would work so well, true it may not be honourable but this is war not a duel.
Santarius peered and saw that Rufus’s blur tunic was covered in chainmail giving him small amount of protection and suddenly a idea struck him ‘twelfth unit Longbows fire on generals unit’
Shouting was overheard from the Longbow ranks as a thousand longbows turned their aim on the oncoming general’s unit and their was a whoosh as they released and sickening thuds echoed from the horseman as the arrows slammed into them toppling men from the horses of course most missed as it is rather hard for a thousand men to aim directly at a small unit of thirty men.
Kale blow a horn three times as Rufus’s general unit hit what was halfway.
And then seemingly out of nowhere came glints of steel from the woods and the sound of horses then they poured fr4om the forest a man in a red cloak seemed to be at the head his sword drawn and pointing forward and even from where Santarius was sitting on his horse he could hear Milic bellow to the men ‘KILL THESE WRETCHES IN THE NAME OF YOUR KING’ cheers shot up from the soldiers that died quickly as the sound of steel ringing on steel and cries filled the air, Santarius watched as the frosty green grass became spattered with blood and heads as soldiers were stabbed and decapitated as his horseman thundered into the unsuspecting and horrified men as they realized what happened.
Rufus men were charging straight into the hammer while his men were being smashed against the anvil It was a bloody and gruesome sight to see horses butchered and see men slashed across the sides and gasping for their homes for their families.
And then cries came from Rufus’s men ‘THE GENERAL IS DEAD’
His infantry swarmed forward and in a massive wave Rufus’s men were slaughtered by the men that shouted one thing as they charged ‘THE LION KING’
Santarius stood motionless in the night sky as he looked at London’s formidable high walls. He had her surrounded with sixteen siege towers and ninety six ladders, which meant several on either side of the siege tower. Already the trebuchets were ready to rain flaming rocks on London if his uncle did not submit to his terms, sadly Santarius doubted with that his uncle would ever submit.
Shouting came from below and a man rushed up to Santarius
‘Sire he has sent a messenger to answer your demands’ the man bowed deeply
Santarius looked at the man with hope in his eyes ‘good work soldier’ with that he nodded and the man left
Three man rode up the hill being careful not hit any soldier as the thundered up the dirt roads outlined by palisades. The men reached Santarius and his Kingsguard. The messenger looked over each of the men with keen eyes hoping to see a lack of enthusiasm for their King but all he saw were cold and deadly eyes that were trained on him and his men, He noticed the man to Santarius left was dressed in midnight black clothes all apart from his crimson cloak. He almost chocked as he realized that it was Sirian Blackwood who was renowned as one of the realms most formidable knights.
Santarius voice was calm but he let a small edge drip into his voice ‘And? What is my uncle’s answer to my demands?’
The messenger did not waste in formalities this child was not his king so he throw it at the lads feet ‘read for yourself child’ he said this with a snarl but inside was quivering with fear.
There was a horrible sound of shield scraping out of scabbards and the messenger found a blade touching his neck, a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek.
Milic’s voice was dark and as cold as ice ‘If you disrespect my King again I will make sure to send you to the deepest pit of hell’ he said the last words so quietly the messenger wasn’t sure he had heard them but he knew that it would be best not to mess with the boy king again.
Milic sheathed his sword and bent over grabbing at the rolled up scroll he lifted it up and handed it to Santarius, The scroll itself was dripping with mud and water from the frosted ground.
Santarius read aloud to make sure everyone knew what his uncle had said ‘Santarius I regret to inform you that your terms are of no interest to me and so I am prepared to be kind and make a counter offer which generously allows you to spend the rest of your life in a dungeon, Anyway my offer is put down your weapons surrender to me, renounce your claim as King and I will let some of your men live’
Santarius eyes shone onto the messenger his eyes looking strangely dark in the moonlight, To the messenger this felt as if he was staring into his very soul trying to find a reason not to kill him and to a extent Santarius was doing just that.
Santarius voice was icily quiet that the messenger had to fight the urge to shiver ‘then London will burn’
Santarius eyes flashed with rage and he added ‘Let’s send my uncle a gift’ he smiled venomously ‘Kill the messenger’s two guards and put their heads in his satchel’
Milic moved first as one of the guards went for his sword Milic sword flashed cutting at the man’s arm, their was a scream of agony as the man’s pale limp hand dropped to the ground and he sank to his knees. Milic sword sliced and the man sank to the ground limp and lifeless his head on the ground.
Milic turned to the other guard sword in hand brown hair wavering in the soft wind and scars startlingly visible in the moonlight blood staining his red tunic and his chainmail over it.
The guard’s sword raised defiantly and Sirian moved in front of Santarius sword ready to block any attack that the man swings at his friend and King.
Milic moved first sword moving swiftly right cut, left cut and stab all basic attacks and all of them sent the guard staggering backwards even further. Milic’s sword sang in the air as he danced around the terrified guard. Finally Milic decided to end it and his sword struck out like a viper catching the man in the chest there was a sickening gasp of breath as the sword ripped out of the man’s side. He sank to the ground defeated and with Milic standing over him with the messenger standing to his left as pale as death.
Bloody wars were his last thought as Milic’s sword swiped off his head.
He bundled the heads into the messenger’s satchel normally where the scroll was so it was a tight fir but they managed.
Santarius looked at his men once more before giving the order for the assault to begin all of them were here all five hundred thousand ready to face off against less then forty thousand soldiers.
He turned to Sirian ‘Give the order London will burn’ he shouted at the captains ‘READY YOUR MEN THE ATTACK BEGINS NOW’
Oh and Shankbot I see your now Vault Staff I hope you wont forget us at the CW
Well this story is reaching its final chapter folks and its been a good run well I hope your enjoying the book so far!!
Santarius rode forward as he watched his men climb the ladders and over the ramparts. He had Sirian and Milic by his side as he ordered Kale to take command of the north assault which he needed commanded by a trusted man that could get the gates open.
He flinched as a flaming rock shot over him and the wall and crashed into a house sending debris everywhere already gigantic fires had started throughout the great city, Santarius tried not to shriek in fury at what he was doing, who he was killing these were good people these were his friends.
He watched and even from the top of the gigantic hill he could see the figure in a red cloak climbing a ladder followed by men that were chanting loudly ‘The lion King’
Kale’s face burned as the flaming boulders flew over and as he reached the top of the ladder he swung his sword to block a oncoming spear thrust, The hit caught the spear right at the head and it dropped off now the spear was little more then a long stick.
Kale climbed over the ramparts and he heard gasps as he saw recognition in the eyes these are men that I trained, these are men that once would have followed me to the end of the world these men would have fought any enemy in any battle with me and now It is I who is the enemy He had this sad thought as a man rushed him sword high.
He stepped to the side and stabbed through the man’s back as he lunged just a bit too far forward Kale swirled round sword raised eyes dark and deadly he looked at the enemies before him and as he did some of Santarius’s men ran past him swords rising high and in seconds the men in front of him were lying motionless blood dripping from the wounds.
He turned to where he knew the gatehouse was and where he would be able to open the portcullis.
When he turned what he found that getting there may be harder then it looked, There was a dismounted Feudal Knight swing his gigantic broad sword. Kale looked on the ground to find several lifeless bodies, the same men that had ran past him less than a minute before.
‘This is going to be fun’ Kale whispered to himself and he stepped forward ‘I am Kale Bendante and I am not your enemy let me pass and Ill be done with you’
The knight grunted and swung his sword high kale took this as a refusal, he swished his sword and said in voice that made the Knight falter for a fraction of a second ‘as you wish friend’
The Knight grunted and lunged which was one of the biggest mistakes you can make when you are fighting Kale Bendante.
Kale raised his sword and staggered as a blow crashed against it making his arm numb.
Kale gritted his teeth and slashed outwards with blind fury he caught the man in the side, The man merely grunted and shock the blow off that would have made any man scream in agony and crash to the ground.
Kale saw the hilt of a sword and went to block but was to late and he felt a sickening crunch as his nose broke and his eyes began to water uncontrollably I will not die here I will not die on the ground not when Santarius needs me to do this Not when friend counts on it I failed his father and I will not fail him.
His eyes stopped watering and he saw the mountain man looming over him his visor down his head sideways in a cocky manner, he lifted his visor up and what Kale saw made him shiver a smiling face grizzled scared and without his right eye.
‘You will die today dog’ the man said and raised his sword high and bought it down-
Kale moved fast and leaped up his hidden dagger in hand as the man’s sword rose he lunged and stabbed wildly he felt steel bite flesh and kept on stabbing again, again and again in the same place putting all his strength into every blow to make sure that this man dies.
He felt the man go limp and he through the man over the wall making him crash down with a thud on the concrete below.
Kale took several ragged breaths then regained his calmness and stalked towards the gatehouse, he noticed that littered bodies were everywhere blood trailing from wounds from stomachs and other torso wounds men with broken legs and bones sticking out at every end, every corner he turned had another pile of moaning dying men before him.
When he came upon the gatehouse the door was crashed on the ground before him two of Santarius guards stood waiting for him.
‘raise the portcullis’ and so the battle truly begins
Milic pointed out the portcullis opening ‘Sire the gate is opening’
Santarius followed his gaze and looked around him at his four thousand bodyguard and his two hundred thousand men before him these men he wanted for the main battle of taking the city.
‘Then lets not waste time’ he drew his sword and called to his men ‘SOLDIERS TODAY WE FIGHT TO FREE OUR COUNTRY FROM THIS TYRANT’ he took a breath ‘TODAY YOU FIGHT FOR YOUR FAMALIES SO THAT YOUR CHILDREN MAY LIVE IN SAFETY’ he waited as the cheering erupted and the chanting started and he said again ‘THAT WE MAY ALL LIVE IN SAFTEY AND PEACE FIGHT FOR YOUR HOMES, YOUR FAMALIES AND YOUR COUNTRY!’ Bellows erupted from his soldiers ‘THE LION KING’
Santarius allowed himself a small smile ‘Now my soldiers today you may end this war’ he beamed at them ‘SO GET ON WITH’ he made a shuffling movement with his hands
And so the charge began and he spurred his horse forward closely followed by Sirian and Milic both refused to ever be a few meters away from him after the betrayal and assassins.
The drew their swords and bellowed with the men ‘CHARGE’ and ‘FOR OUR KING’
As his horse went through the gates and soldier stood out sword raised and ready to fight, Santarius sword arced and the man fell seconds later to the ground his head split in half his skull cracked and splintered.
Sirian’s eyes ran over every little detail of the scene and as his sword thundered forward he saw one of Henry’s watchman taking the advantage of battle to rape a mother Sirian saw her child less then a meter away from her crying and wondering why his mother was screaming and wailing for help.
Sirian’s face darkened with rage and he spurred forward charging at the man, their was a jolt as his horse hit some rubble and tumbled Sirian was overcame with a horrible fear that he would die but his straps came lose as he yanked his feet out and he landed on his feet he had no time to feel sorry for his horse and stepped forward sword in hand as the hooves of his comrades horses thundered by.
The man looked up from his business and a look of alarm overcame his face as Sirian stepped forward not caring of honour he thrust his blade at the man and caught him between the ribs.
The man gasped for air and slumped to the ground the woman looked terrified that he would kill.
Sirian knelt by her ‘get out of here I’m not going to harm you’ she looked at him clearly puzzled ‘run’ he added
She turned grabbed the child and ran with every ounce of strength she had she ran for her life.
Santarius rode into the courtyard to find Sirian and a dozen guards waiting for him
He dropped from the saddle Milic behind him sword in hand they stepped forward.
Kale looked at Santarius puzzled ‘Where’s Sirian?’
Santarius looked at his long time friend and mentor, Kale was like a father to him and he loved Kale like a father. He smiled as he said ‘Don’t worry Kale he will catch up’
Kale didn’t waste any more time asking questions he just gave the order and the escort formed fourteen men including Milic and Kale
Kale led them up the stair ways and they came to the golden doors of the throne room that years earlier they would have found friends in and now only found enemies.
Milic and Kale opened the door and stood two meters in front of Santarius as they walked forward and Santarius noted how his men fanned out behind him and he took a moment to be amazed by the discipline of the Knights of the Crown.
Henry Sat on his throne room smiling brightly seemingly unaware that his city was in utter ruins and his kingdom destroyed.
When Santarius went forward his men were behind him now and any threat his uncle posed would be his to face alone.
His uncles seven men of the Kingsguard stood six of them were Feudal Knights and one of them who was recognisable as one man only Joseph Dane stood sword in sheath smile on face.
‘Good day Santarius’ his uncle’s smile was annoyingly cocky
‘hello uncle’ Santarius smiled and met his uncle’s eyes ‘I can’t say it’s good to see you but hello anyway’
Henry’s smile widened and his voice boomed ‘KILL HIM’
Another shout came ‘NO’ and two of the men that came at Santarius fell to the ground tomahawks in their backs, A man stepped from the shadows his battle axe caught one of the soldiers in the stomach but the man’s sword slid between his ribs and he gasped for breath.
Milic and Kale were there seconds later sword flourishing as they cut the other three men down. The Huntsman who barely knew him had saved his life Santarius realized and he rushed over to the man. Forgetting he had sworn a vowel to protect Santarius.
Blood gushed from his wound and he gasped for breaths.
‘San... tarius’ he coughed up blood ‘your my son’ he said the words fast as if they had to be known very urgently ‘kale... Kale will tell you’ his face was pained and pale ‘I’m sorry my son I’m sorry.. rid the world of this tyrant’ he gasped for breath and it shook his whole body, His eyes locked with Santarius eyes ‘You have your mothers eyes’ he whispered and then his eyes went cold and that was it..... Richard The Lion Heart was dead.
Santarius rounded on Kale his voice dark with rage and sorrow ‘You....’
Henry interrupted him ‘I have an idea nephew how about my Kingsguard commander fights any one of your Kingsguard?’
A familiar voice called out behind them ‘Sorry I’m late everyone’ Sirian walked through the door his black leather boots making no noise as he strode forward and then he offered ‘Ill fight him Sire’ his voice was calm but Santarius saw in Sirian’s eyes that this man had caused him considerable pain, his eyes were pleading to Santarius.
‘Go ahead my friend kill him so that we may be done with this foul business’ Sirian stepped forward drenched in blood.
Henry’s smile disappeared and Dane actually took a step back.
Santarius grinned ‘You made the challenge Henry’ his smile widened ‘I accepted’
And so a circle formed Sirian and Dane in the middle ready to fight. Sirian’s voice boomed ‘YOU KILLED MY FAMILY DANE AND NOW I WILL SILENCE YOU’ His sword flashed Dane raised his blade just in time to not have a decapitated head.
‘Your child died squealing as I nailed him to a cross and your wife I nailed her to the ground remember?’ his smile was venomous ‘I used her for my own pleasure of course before I slit her throat and burnt her pitiful corpse’
Sirian roared and actually charged at Dane toppling him to the floor, This battle was not any of those fancy duels you watched in the arenas this was a simple street fight no rules just blood thirsty blows.
Sirian leapt up and his sword and rolled just as quickly as Danes sword stabbed upwards Sirian came up again as Dane stood looking at him with sadness in his eyes.
Sirian became calm again and that was when Dane got afraid when Sirian was furious he had a chance of beating him with dumb luck but when Sirian was composed there was nothing he could do that would save him.
Dane lunged and Sirian swerved behind him and the was a sharp gasp of pain as Sirian’s blade stuck through his chest.
Dane’s eyes were wide as he fell to the ground and face planted Sirian’s blade still sticking through his back.
He heard voices that sounded so far away he heard ‘And now it is over Dane and the debt is repaid’ his vision went black and he fell into the dark abyss of death.
Henry looked less than enthusiastic about the result, Kale and Milic stood in front of him and their meaning was clear you have lost give up the thrown and await what punishment you are given
Henry stood with what little dignity he had left and strode down the steps and knelt in front of Santarius, He was defeated their was no escaping it.
‘What punishment will you give me Sire?’ His eyes were begging for mercy.
Santarius looked at him dark and coldly ‘There is only one punishment I can give you for your crimes and that is death’
He drew is sword ‘I Santarius Lion Heart King of England, Lord of London in front of god and man herby Sentence you to death’ He raised his sword high ‘goodbye uncle’ he whispered as he sliced his blade downwards slicing of his uncles head, The crown dropped to the ground and made a ringing noise as it did so.
For a few moments the room was quiet and then Kale bent and picked up the crown, Santarius sat on the throne.
Kale lowered the crown onto Santarius head. Bloody and battered he was king.
Every man in the room kneeled and whispers rose up ‘Sire’ More soldiers came in minutes later and there were more whispers ‘Lion King’ and ‘Majesty’
After years of battle he was finally King and although he had spent little of the war on English soil he had won.
He bellowed to his men ‘I AM SANTARIUS I AM THE LION KING’
The last 'real' chapter Epilogue comes tommorow! I am tired and will fix it up tommorow! I hope you enjoyed the chapter and liked the ending!!!!
haha bro im blushing Thanks man that mean sa lot!!!! Sometimes I really wonder if people are likeing the stories I write as look at the viewsx on this (one thousand one hundred I think) and little comments
thanks and i will dont worry ill write another
Epilogue (10 months later)
Santarius sat at his table drinking rather sweet coffee as Kale laughed
Suddenly Santarius remembered probably the most important question he had asked in ten months.
He looked at Kale suddenly serious ‘Kale may I ask you a question’
Kale drained his cup and looked at Santarius ‘anything Sire’
Santarius nodded several times trying to find the right words ‘My father tell me the truth’ he took a breath ‘you lied to me years ago didn’t you? When you said that the renegade Knight stabbed my father and killed him’ Santarius voice cracked like a whip against Kale.
‘Yes Santarius I did but I did tell you most of the truth The man really did stab your father and everyone thought it would be fatal even me. But he croaked for me to take him to the Knights of the Crown lair where our doctor was’ he paused letting it sink in.
Santarius looked up and as everyone else becomes stupid at these moments he did to ‘And the doctor fixed my father up I’m guessing?’
Kale barely suppressed a sigh but replied ‘yes Sire he did’
Santarius eyes begged another question ‘and then what?’
‘Your father pleaded with me he was tired of being king tired of Henry trying to overthrow him with pitiful attempts so he asked me to make sure everyone thought he was dead and then he made me swore I would fetch his wife who was in the infirmary and enduring labour when I got there the nurses said she died in child birth. When asked for you they handed me you wrapped in a blanket, I took you with me to find your father when I got there Milic said he had told your father the news and that he assumed you had died with her so he disappeared in shame and grief’
Kale shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Santarius prompted him ‘And?’
Kale looked sad as he spoke ‘I asked the doctor to see if there was any trace of poison to cause your mother’s death’ he paused trying to find the words for what he was about to say next ‘he found traces of some unknown substance in her stomach and he tested in on a old and dying person to see if it was poison and it turned out that the lady died twenty four hours later. I suspect it was Henry trying to dislodge your father’s standing by not being able to produce a heir’
Santarius face was dark ‘Damn him he took everything from me’ his voice broke ‘everything’
For a few minutes the friends sat in silence both unable to find the right words when the door opened and Sirian came in a board smile lit across his face.
‘Sire’ his smile grew ‘You have a son’
Thanks bro!!!! I would have left it at chapter Fifteen but I decided I cant just leave that unanswered and I wanted to make sure that the second one wouldnt just yank people out of the blue and say Santarius has a son! So in a way that paved a small amount of the path of the second one.
I would have hoped I had improved it would be a shame if I sucked aye?
I have been very churlish in not following this as closely as SB
A very good story, and as a mighty staff member says you have certainly got better as time as moved on.
'Sigh' I look at this story now and realize how much fun I had writing this! I'm tempted to start the second one now. But neigh. I need to finish some more stories before I add some
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