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Least of Worries
So after way too much wait and chiseling at nothing, I finally got something done.
I, Caleb Hurd AKA Cobray, present to you the first part of Chapter One of my own original story, entitled "Least of Worries". This is the story that Kline comes from so hopefully you enjoy it. Haha, this is totally a rough draft so feel free to destroy all my hopes and grammar/crit whore it to hell. Just note that this is mostly action and the next part will be mostly talking (which I need severe work on).
“This is all your fault, Your Highness.”
“You're right but only indirectly, my cute companion. If you see it that way, Jayden...” Kline gave a nonchalant shrug, as if deflecting the sarcastic tone that was aimed at him. He bowed to his accuser and then turned to turned to his counterpart. Counterpart he was as he looked the complete opposite of the Prince. Looking as if he only wore a black robe and a band across his eyes, he could have passed for a blind man.
“Looks like we have our work cut out for us, Erick. Let's get this done.”
Kline patted his shoulder and flicked his thumb toward the far tree line where a group of archers had shown up. The group of 4 had been stalked for the past few weeks. Ever since it was discovered that the Prince was out and about, opposing countries had been trying to catch him. After all, nothing fetches a higher ransom or forced peace like a princely hostage. Preparing himself, Kline pulled off his cloak and held it out toward the last group member with a pleasant smile.
“If you would keep this safe and wish me luck, Laura, I would be rather pleased.”
The brunette took his article of clothing, returning his smile. Kline gave her a polite wave and jerked his sword off his back, attaching it to his hip. With a quick gesture, Kline and Erick started out at a sprint. Erick stuck close behind Kline, the distance between them staying even. As they drew to the halfway point across the clearing, the archers drew back their bows.
“Whoops~!”
As if on cue, Kline tripped. He dropped forward, planting his hands on the ground. He used his momentum to flip up into a handstand, bending his arms and legs. Erick connected his feet with Kline's and they both pushed off at the same time. Erick was launched high in the air and Kline continued with a somersault. Pointing their bows upwards, the archers unleashed a volley or arrows. The red haired Prince caught wind of his friend's predicament, drew his sword and flung it up at Erick.
Erick silently caught the sword and used the flat end to knock aside any offending arrows heading in his direction. Kline, taking in the drama of the situation, turned to his distant friends and gave a bow. Not too long after, arrows were pinging off the back, one of them slashing through an unprotected portion of his arm. Kline scoffed at the arrow as if it had a personal vendetta against him. He was stopped short of picking up the arrow by huge explosion. He twisted around, outraged.
“H-HEY! IF YOU DAMAGED MY SWORD, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
Erick calmly walked out of the firestorm, slowly waving the unharmed sword. With the threat neutralized, the girls and Erick both waltzed out to the middle of the clearing, leaving Kline tapping his foot impatiently. He cursed under his breath, snatching his sword back from Erick. Laura considerately took notice to his wound and flustered over it, finally strapping a bandage around his arm.
“Looks like I'll have to sew that one up. Serves me right for acting cool,” the redhead said, walking to his dark skinned companion, Jayden. “So, how was that, Milady? Surely an angel such as yourself was impressed.”
Gripping his shoulder, she gave him a sinister smile.
“Oh, it was perfect.”
Shoving her boot into the back of his knee, she shoved hard, sending him flopping onto the ground ungracefully. Laura gasped and Kline gave her an innocent look before Erick grabbed his armor and dragged him back to his feet.
“Note to self. Angel is a hate word for Jayden.”
I, Caleb Hurd AKA Cobray, present to you the first part of Chapter One of my own original story, entitled "Least of Worries". This is the story that Kline comes from so hopefully you enjoy it. Haha, this is totally a rough draft so feel free to destroy all my hopes and grammar/crit whore it to hell. Just note that this is mostly action and the next part will be mostly talking (which I need severe work on).
“This is all your fault, Your Highness.”
“You're right but only indirectly, my cute companion. If you see it that way, Jayden...” Kline gave a nonchalant shrug, as if deflecting the sarcastic tone that was aimed at him. He bowed to his accuser and then turned to turned to his counterpart. Counterpart he was as he looked the complete opposite of the Prince. Looking as if he only wore a black robe and a band across his eyes, he could have passed for a blind man.
“Looks like we have our work cut out for us, Erick. Let's get this done.”
Kline patted his shoulder and flicked his thumb toward the far tree line where a group of archers had shown up. The group of 4 had been stalked for the past few weeks. Ever since it was discovered that the Prince was out and about, opposing countries had been trying to catch him. After all, nothing fetches a higher ransom or forced peace like a princely hostage. Preparing himself, Kline pulled off his cloak and held it out toward the last group member with a pleasant smile.
“If you would keep this safe and wish me luck, Laura, I would be rather pleased.”
The brunette took his article of clothing, returning his smile. Kline gave her a polite wave and jerked his sword off his back, attaching it to his hip. With a quick gesture, Kline and Erick started out at a sprint. Erick stuck close behind Kline, the distance between them staying even. As they drew to the halfway point across the clearing, the archers drew back their bows.
“Whoops~!”
As if on cue, Kline tripped. He dropped forward, planting his hands on the ground. He used his momentum to flip up into a handstand, bending his arms and legs. Erick connected his feet with Kline's and they both pushed off at the same time. Erick was launched high in the air and Kline continued with a somersault. Pointing their bows upwards, the archers unleashed a volley or arrows. The red haired Prince caught wind of his friend's predicament, drew his sword and flung it up at Erick.
Erick silently caught the sword and used the flat end to knock aside any offending arrows heading in his direction. Kline, taking in the drama of the situation, turned to his distant friends and gave a bow. Not too long after, arrows were pinging off the back, one of them slashing through an unprotected portion of his arm. Kline scoffed at the arrow as if it had a personal vendetta against him. He was stopped short of picking up the arrow by huge explosion. He twisted around, outraged.
“H-HEY! IF YOU DAMAGED MY SWORD, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!”
Erick calmly walked out of the firestorm, slowly waving the unharmed sword. With the threat neutralized, the girls and Erick both waltzed out to the middle of the clearing, leaving Kline tapping his foot impatiently. He cursed under his breath, snatching his sword back from Erick. Laura considerately took notice to his wound and flustered over it, finally strapping a bandage around his arm.
“Looks like I'll have to sew that one up. Serves me right for acting cool,” the redhead said, walking to his dark skinned companion, Jayden. “So, how was that, Milady? Surely an angel such as yourself was impressed.”
Gripping his shoulder, she gave him a sinister smile.
“Oh, it was perfect.”
Shoving her boot into the back of his knee, she shoved hard, sending him flopping onto the ground ungracefully. Laura gasped and Kline gave her an innocent look before Erick grabbed his armor and dragged him back to his feet.
“Note to self. Angel is a hate word for Jayden.”
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