The Forgotten Crusades
Act-I

Chapter 1

Captain Simon Mitchells, the Captain of the 2nd Yeoman Archers Regiment, was a middle aged man from the north east of England. He yearned to go on the crusades to the holy lands and defeat the Saracens and Turks, he didn't get to go, but this was his new chance.

Simon walked up the narrow alleyway, the alleyway must have been the most shuned street in Newcastle. A small sewer ran down the street and into Simons feet as he trunched up the street. It was almost eleven o'clock, so most of the lights in the town were out, but one at the end was still lit.

Simon clenched his hand on the knob of the door, feeling the cool brass beneath his palm. He twisted the knob slowly and walked forward to see another middle aged man writing on some parchment with a candle lit beside him.

The man got up and with his deep, solid voice he said "What buissness do you have 'ere!?", Simon sat down at a rickety wooden "I want to gan to the crusades."

"Okay then, you do know it's to help the Tuetonic Knights in the Baltic?" Said the gruffled man, who was starting to walk towards his beard comb.

"Ai, I do. I seen the poster", Simon then continued, "My regiment is the 2nd Yeomans", as Simon finished the man brushed the comb through once.

The man then put the beard comb down on his deckered draw and he smiled at another piece of parchment on his drawer, he then placed himself back on the seat and wrote all that Simon said on the ruffled parchment, "he boat leaves next Tuesday".



I will post the second chapter tommorrow.