Chapter 8: Chapter Eight: The Excavation
In the morning, as was stated in the previous chapter, the knights were on their way within the vicinity of Cravon Castle. Carrying with him his book, Toru led the way, the hot sun already making the day humid.
When they had arrived at their destination, Toru dismounted with the book open in his hands. "We'll search here first", He said handing to Avery, a pick and shovel.
The four heroes worked away, having sent a letter of request digging the grounds the previous day before; The King gladly consented and offered his services. Toru, the leader, respectfully replied that he believed they would be able to find it eventually.
Having worked for several hours in the hot sun with a company of servants, Avery heard from a distance, a cry for help. Dropping his tools and running to the captain, he cried: "Master Toru, methinks I notice a shout of distress. For I hear it somewhere behind us, over this way."
"Your senses work very nicely. Come, Knights, put down your picks and shovels and be prepared for a possible battle", The great Toru replied, quickly following the young Prince.
When they had ran for some distance, our heroes saw a group of monsters attacking some city minstrels.
"Let those innocent lives be, you fiends of The Twisted Wizard! Arrow of light, smite them!" From the palm of his hand, the young man brought forth companies of dazzling light upon his enemies.
The hideous creatures screamed and roared, some bursting apart, their guts and organs spilling out, after having taken the first and foremost of the magic spell. The frightened musicians who had by now, been let go by the monsters, ran and hid behind a large rock.
"Sorcery smite!" Cried Boru evicting a strand of magic from his gigantic pike.
Having routed and killed the last of the otherworldly creatures, The Knights of Order make their way towards the now safe minstrels.
"Thank God you were near. We are indebted to you bold warriors", Said one of them, shaking each hero's hand gratefully.
The other musician, recognizing Avery, turned to him and said: "I say, is that you, O Prince? Your heroic efforts, I will regale to your father."
"I thank you sir. It is I, Prince Avery of Cravon. I am just doing my duties. Give my father, the King, and mother my regards." He answered shaking his hand.
The minstrels having departed, the men went back to their work, digging and shoveling in the ground for the scroll. They had now, spread apart, each man taking with him, a group of fifteen servant hands.
Our youthful Prince shoveled away, having removed his armor and shirt from the heat. His browned skin, tanning in the sun, he wondered if soon, they would discover the hidden area of the scroll.
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