This will be new and I hope very cool. I am writing a story. The story will unfold as it comes to me. Each chapter I write I will put the rough version up here to read. The story will be of a Knight and his journey through life, what comes along the way and revelations that surface as his spirit grows. Read deep or just enjoy the surface story. I hope reading the story will touch you in the same way as writing it does for me.
The Knights Path
Sitting at the morning table the knight pondered over his bowl of oatmeal. He had won so many battles and claimed hundreds of honors yet still felt empty inside. He had worked hard all his life and achieved all the goals and titles that the other knights only dreamed of.
He was truly blessed.
Done with the idol thought he headed out for training. Since he was a young man he dedicated 6-8 hours every day becoming the best in warfare and weapons. He was the best and praise followed him wherever he went.
Closing the heavy oak door he headed down the gravel path through to the common area of the castle. The “Veritas†as the villagers called it was started when he was a teen. He still remembers the day they were going to tear the old oak down. Busy with activity he stopped at the big oak in the middle of the sitting area. Every time he walked by the centerpiece he would take a few minute to give it a quick clean and tidy. He would pick out the odd piece of litter or remove a dead oak branch. Any thing that didn’t belong in that beautiful place was carefully removed.
The town crier startled him to movement as he often did. The knight, known as “Lumen†in these parts, often lost track of time during his daily ritual.
Quickening his pace, he went over some ideas he had for the Veritas. Last year he added two bird housed that are now filled with two families of swallows. Their morning songs bring him joy each day on waking.
The year prior to that he added a wishing hole. That was the year a large battle had taken the parents of many families leaving scores of children with no shelter of food. With the help of Socius the local wood worker, it took only 1 days time and a tenth of his pay for the night to get the wishing hole built. It was a small hole dug into the centerpiece with a wooden gnome holding a sign: “Wishes are free, pence on deliveryâ€. Long story short, the centerpiece wishing hole and gnome grabbed enough attention to fill the gathering box on the inside weekly. Who would have known that you could make all the money you wanted by simply asking and then taking a little action. That money built a shelter and created a system that fed homeless children for many years after. They named the charity after Lumen.
The clanging of blades and muffled grunts of exertion told him the other knights had started their days training. He wasted not another minute before he had someone on their backs staring up at the glint of a warriors sword.
