Allow me to introduce myself.......
My name is Sir Warren G age seventeen and now I ain't no English knight or English Lord just a bit unlucky. I'm just an Amercian Black kid of the southern maryland parts born and raised. My old man....well he was just had the bad luck to win the Title off of some english Lord in a three person card game.
It had been a fixed game, but the fix had been on dear old crazy Dad. He had been choosen to win but he had also made an enemy that night but now that stuff was over as of a few hour ago.
My old man, Sir Lucky Lee G was dead now....Finally! Thank God! Not a moment to soon for my taste but something was still off. So, I set the meeting up fast!I can still feel that weird vibe between us. It's like the old men are still somewhere trying to pull our strings for their own sense of play in my life.All the same I shrug it off. It was only the last whispers of hateful old dead men and their diseased malice in the cold fog air.
I had called Luke over to the middle ground of where both our Clan's lands marked the middle way the gravyard. Still I had to wait a while at the entrance of the gates for him to come and the meet in the middle of the graveyard ground. So, here we are now in the middle ground grave yard.
Luke Douglas Nain 3nd had no friendly greeting when he finnally arrived or more or less appeared from out of the fog. Only a small smile and strange look in his eyes directed at me. He said nothing at all only waiting for me to speak first. I would have to guess. So I spoke first.
"So that's it, man! My pop's is gone now. You ready to just end this clan feud midevil grabbag nonsense.... Luke I can sell you the title now. The old men are dead and gone no longer able to order us arou--"
I stopped speaking when caught it. The thing he was hidding. He had given himself away for a instant but thats all it takes.I could see it now in his dark brown eyes the sign that the last spark of hate was still burning. Only now it was burning hotter in newer and younger eyes. Just like the eyes of his old man and mean. The one thing that was the same between both men. The Killing Hate.It ain't over. He began with light note in his voice but I wasn't hearing any of it now. I thinking about how to get out fast and about my butler and if she was still alive.
I had already started counting down to the moment. As he started to get to the point.
"My dear Sir...Warren Gensis I trully agree. It's time we end it and begin a new day in the history of Valley Spring Maryland----"
He moved for his hidden blaster. Man, he was fast. Faster still then I remembered.
I bearly had time to get my blaster out when this fool blasted me in the chest sending me thirty or more feet in to the air.Then, again maybe I'm the fool for not seeing this coming. My old man would have. Lucky never fit into the normal guy or father mold but when his life was on the line he always moved faster then his enemies.
I landed hard. Not on the ground but on a grave stone on the ground knocking the wind out of my body. My chest felt like it was on fire and was strangely thankful for that feeling. The old body armor had worked but then again it wasn't over.I could hear Luke coming slowly. Ever careful but could not miss the opportunity to end the feud the way we both had been taught. The theme running that has been running strong from father to son.
The same old'l midevil stuff......well fine. I thought so be it.
The saga begins
to be continues........
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