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Amory, the Merciless Knight

“You don’t understand, he isn’t your average Knight he doesn’t follow the code.” A grungy looking young man pleaded with his companion. A blond haired young man sat next to him in the tavern with a determined look in his bright blue eyes. “He has to follow the code, even if I lose it’s not like I will die.” The confident young man laughed aloud. He smiled while looking over at the knight who towered over everyone. The knight was finishing an ale at a table alone. Having just returned from a jousting competition he was still in his armor. The knight’s true name is not as important as the one he is known for. Many have heard stories of the Knight, most are great and tell of his wonderful deeds for others. Some tales, though, are unspeakable.

“He has to follow the code, even if I lose it’s not like I will die.” The confident young man laughed aloud. He smiled while looking over at the knight who towered over everyone. The knight was finishing an ale at a table alone. Having just returned from a jousting competition he was still in his armor. The knight’s true name is not as important as the one he is known for. Many have heard stories of the Knight, most are great and tell of his wonderful deeds for others. Some tales, though, are unspeakable.

The knight was finishing an ale at a table alone. Having just returned from a jousting competition he was still in his armor. The knight’s true name is not as important as the one he is known for. Many have heard stories of the Knight, most are great and tell of his wonderful deeds for others. Some tales, though, are unspeakable.

“Adam please don’t challenge him, you will lose,” said the young dirty man with a look of fear in his eyes. Adam shook his head, “and miss out on a great opportunity. You worry too much Thomas…” And with those last

Adam shook his head, “and miss out on a great opportunity. You worry too much Thomas…” And with those last

And with those last words, Adam took his leave going to the great knight’s side. “I challenge you to a battle of swords, good sir,” Adam spoke with a look upon his face as if he had already won. Adam had beaten every man in his village and came to see the joust hoping to face a knight. He had never heard of the knight sitting before him, but wanted to challenge him none the less.

The Knight drained his ale then slammed the thing down on the table causing the sturdy wood to shake and sway. Rising out of his seat he towered over Adam and had to look down upon him. “I accept your challenge young man, what is your name?” The Knight’s voice was deep and cold, as if he cared not who challenged him, only who won.

“My name is of no concern in a battle of swords.” Adam turned and headed out of the tavern. Proud of his witty comment thinking he left the Knight gaping at his mysteriousness. Outside the tavern, the Knight and Adam met where there would be more room and eyes for the challenge. By now everyone from the tavern was watching. Some people shook their heads at Adam some looked on eager at the prospect of a sword fight. Would the young man win? Or would he lose much more than a sword fight?

“Are you certain you wish to challenge me, young man?” Asked the Knight as he took his stance before Adam his hand upon his sword. Adam nodded, both of his hands already on his chipped and near blunted sword. The knight sighed looking down at his sword he responded by unsheathing his own sword. The long silver piece of metal gleamed in the setting sun’s light. The sound it made was sharp and smooth as it came forth from its home. “Well then,”the Knight looked up at Adam with a frightening smile upon his face. “You may strike first…”. The knight did not even finish his sentence before Adam lunged at him his sword aimed at the

The knight did not even finish his sentence before Adam lunged his sword raised ready to strike the Knights head. The knight parried as if it were a fly. Again Adam moved to strike. This time bringing his dull sword down to the knight’s shoulder. Again the knight caught the blunt sword with his own and batted it away. This went on for a few more moments, the Knight looked almost bored.

“Come on Adam!” yelled someone from the crowd now forming around them. Adam smiled, thinking he was tiring out the Knight as he kept up with his strikes. Adam kept trying to maneuver around the Knight, who never moved except to turn or bat away Adam’s sword.

Then something changed. Something in the air maybe, but Adam felt it and so did the Knight who then looked straight at Adam and smiled. “Time to finish this son, and I’ll end it with a lesson.” The Knight batted one last half-hearted blow from Adam. Then he took one step towards Adam. Swinging his own sword down on Adam’s left side and pulling it back he sliced open Adam’s thigh. Adam hissed in pain, but to his credit did not cry out nor fall, only staggered back.
From the crowd came forth an older looking woman. Her dark brown hair, streaked with grey showed her age. Her leathered hand went to her mouth to cover her gasp. Again the knight charged, his sword swinging at Adam. The young man only just managed to block the blows while back peddling closer to the crowd.
Then at once, a gasp filled the air as the knight kicked Adam’s feet out from underneath him. The crowd watched as Adam fell.

The Knight brought his sword down quickly but stopped in time to just pierce Adam’s linen shirt. “Your lesson dear boy, is, never, challenge a foe you do not know.” Adam nodded and started to get up a smile spreading across his lips smile. And yet the sword did not move only pressed deeper into his chest. The Knight smiled once more and with a shake of his

Adam nodded and started to get up a smile spreading across his lips. And yet the sword did not move only pressed deeper into his chest. The Knight smiled once more and with a shake of his head, he drove the sword into Adam’s chest. The sword stuck deep into the ground pinning Adam. The young man’s smile fell away revealing shock and disbelief followed by a high pitch scream. The scream was not from Adam but from his mother as she fell next to Adam, and watched as her son died.

The Knight grinned pulling his sword free from the young man. Turning to walk away he heard a soft whisper, that stopped him in his tracks.

“Amory, the Merciless is who you are and who you will remain. Slaying an innocent is a crime you will live with for the rest of your days.” Adam’s mother stood before the knight her eyes completely black and she spoke as if in a trance. “I curse you Amory with this, forever you will fight. If mercy is sought you must give it and receive no quarter in return, and yet you will not die. Forever you will feel the fear you have bestowed upon others and yet receive no relief.” The woman fell once more over her son weeping.

Amory the Merciless Knight took no heed of this. Until his next fight, and the next where he lost, time and time again. Trembling fear came always. There was nothing to do, only to die an agonizing death and then reawaken in pain to do it all over again. Until someone comes along and defeats him for once and all.

The tragedy became a story, the story became history and history turned to legend.