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Squire to the Rescue (Part 1)
by Deathworks


Chapter 1 : Dark Clouds Rising

The raven- haired man on the ebony throne looked down at the man kneeling at the base of the stairs leading up to him. The throne's occupant couldn't be older than 30 years with a soft and boyish face and was attired in a blue tunic with brown trousers, the plain look of which underlining his youthfulness. The crimson robe with white trimming attached to his shoulders and the simple, golden crown on his head were in stark contrast to that average appearance as were the wrinkles above his eyes. His thin lips hid any emotions he might have had, while his green eyes were fixed on the man below. That man was quite the opposite of his sovereign. He was thin to the extreme and looked worn- out beyond belief. He certainly counted at least 60 years, but no one could say for sure, how many more, as his pale face was a maze of wrinkles and scars. His hair was white seemingly shining before his black robes. Next to his right hand, there lay an ebony staff, the head of which was carved to resemble a blazing sun. Although he was old and showing his respect, there was a gleaming in his brown eyes telling of inner strength and defiance. Neither he nor his sovereign cared about the guards and courtiers surrounding the scene in silence. And no one dared to move or even whisper a word to his neighbor.

After this short pause, King Gerald III continued to speak:
"Have you understood what I ask of you, bishop Jeremiah? What is your answer and what payment do you desire?"
"I have understood my task and I understand the necessity of the subject to obey his lord. I will do as you have asked, but there are some things I need to be able to finish the ritual. As your subject, I can't possibly expect you to give me any other reward than your enlightened rulership. The Holy Mother Azkata is another matter, though. All the power I have comes from her, and it is her generosity that helps us prevail, although she had been betrayed by her children. Therefore, I have to beg your Highness to have a great temple built in honor of the holy mother so that I may spread the wisdom of the past among the people."
"A request most fitting for a holy man like you. The ritual's success would without doubt bring safety and peace to our lands. How could I possibly fail to acknowledge the Holy Mother's generosity that helped us in that time of need. Succeed in the ritual, and I will built a worthy Great Temple of the Holy Mother here in the capital. And I will also erect subsidiaries in Greenriver, Stormedge, and Willowshade. Once they are under our control and the populace pacified, I will see to the building of temples in Redsand, Deepswamp, and Brightcloud. I, King Gerald III, ruler of Stormrock, promise to do all this if the Holy Mother would look favorably upon my request."
"Then I am sure that your prayers will be answered. As for the things I require, it's a complete list of all people in the castle and the lives of two men for each one of them."
"Rest assured that I will see to it that everything will be as you need it. You are dismissed."
"Thank you, my Lord."

Using the staff to carry most of his weight, the bishop rose to his feet, bowing his head before his sovereign. Then he turned around and left the audience chamber. Both men knew that there had been no other way things could have developed. And both men knew that Jeremiah's submissiveness was more show than anything else. The necromancer was probably the only living creature King Gerald was afraid of, but he needed him and his powers. Needed them too much. As the old man disappeared from sight, the sovereign wondered, when the necromancer would rise against him - and if he would be able to prevail. But that was the future, he had to see to it that his spies gather the information the magician had asked for. Very soon, he would own Blackberry Fields as well. And he would have his bride, fair Elizabeth. At this thought, a smile crept onto his face.


Chapter 2 : A Common Squire indeed

"Ah, fair princess Elizabeth. If only I could be among the lucky ones that are allowed to climb the stairs of the tower to wait on you. Just seeing your distant face at the window makes me comprehend that there can't be a fairer being in the world." THUD! A wooden sword smacked the young man's side, making him return to reality from his day dreams and sending him into the court yard's dust. It hadn't rained for two days now, so that his sudden impact sent grey clouds into the air, making him cough. The dirt immediately covered his green tunic and trousers, as well as his brown hair. The man whose sword had struck him, couldn't help but laugh at the sight of this. This little pause wouldn't last of course.

"What were you thinking, John? It is an honor to become a royal knight's squire, and you should be grateful for anything I, your master and mentor, are teaching you. When we are practicing the fighting arts, your thoughts should only be with your sword and your foe. Had my sword been real, and I your enemy, you would be dead by now. Get up, so that we may continue and pay attention this time." Sir Humphrey Ironshield was one of the well- known royal knights protecting Blackberry Fields from any threats. He was a broad- shouldered man of 44 years with black hair having a slight grey shining to it. Well- trained, his body was strong and agile, and few would have claimed to be a better swordsman than him. The tales of his deeds are many, the most reknown of them being his fight with Goldenfang, the dragon, a terrible beast that invaded the country and tried to conquer it 12 years ago. It is said that, although he had been accompanied by 20 most formidable knights, it was him alone who dared to enter Goldenfang's lair. The other knights, ashamed of their cowardice, couldn't abandon him completely, so they waited outside the cave, hearing the sounds of a fierce battle. After two hours, legend has it, Sir Humphrey emerged, carrying Goldenfang's head in his arms. Being only 16 years old, John Fields could hardly judge whether this was true or not, but if a mortal could defeat such a terrible beast, Sir Humphrey would be most likely. John was lucky indeed that his father somehow knew Sir Humphrey and had been able to convince him to take John for a squire. Otherwise, his chances of getting this close to the royal court would have been naught. And he would never have been able to see princess Elizabeth.

Princess Elizabeth. The only child of King Rupert II of Blackberry Fields, her beauty had already become a legend. It is said that she is a gift from Lord Fukar, the Creator, himself. After testing the King's devotion for many years, and having him wait for an heir, he had finally found him worthy of such a wonderful boon and had Queen Margarita give birth to a child as fair as can be. She had black hair, glistening in the sun, while her skin was slightly pale with only a rose tinge like snow on a winter morning. Her eyes were of a deep blue and her voice more enchanting than those of the most wonderful birds. King Rupert was of course the happiest father one could imagine, but soon he became convinced that he had to shelter his precious daughter from the dangers of the outside world. He kept her in a big tower he had added to the castle, and only the most reliable and loyal nobles were chosen to wait on her. Still, her form looking down from the tower's windows had enchanted several men, and so word of her beauty had spread even to distant kingdoms.

For the next hour, John kept himself focused and tried to beat the old man. But no matter how well he tried to protect himself, the knight always found the flaw in his defenses. And no matter how hard or fast he attacked, the knight's sword was always there to parry his weapon. John had just hit the floor again, his muscles aching and pain surging through his body, when a messenger, a boy of John's age in a white tunic approached the fighters.

"Greetings, Sir Humphrey. I am here as a messenger to arch wizard Michael. He wants to inquire, if you could spare your squire this afternoon, as his assistance would be very helpful. Arch wizard Michael hopes that you appreciate the importance his tasks have." 
"Go tell arch wizard Michael that I will send John to him after lunch. He isn't really concentrated today, so lessons would be lost on him anyway." After hearing these words, the messenger bowed and turned around heading back to the castle's buildings. With an angry scream, John jumped towards his master trying to hit his left side. The two swords met, entangled each other, and suddenly John's sword went flying through the air, while the squire lost his balance and pushed his face into the dirt once more. "Much too slow and unfocused."


Chapter 3 : An Interlude of Dark Tidings

"Here, your Highness. The list of all persons residing and working at Blackberry Fields castle. It counts 124. The King also tells you that the main hall of the castle and 248 men are ready for the ritual. The King hinted at the fact that haste would be greatly appreciated." Finishing that sentence, the young messenger, who was already kneeling down, bowed his head nearly touching the ground with it, while his outstretched arms presented a roll of parchment. Bishop Jeremiah approached him and fetched the scroll. Unravelling it and studying its contents, the necromancer started to speak:"Yes, this will do. Squire! Tell His Majesty that my preparations will be finished the day after tomorrow. Before that day's noon, I will start the ritual, so that the King's men will be able to claim the castle that same day. You are dismissed." Without any further comment, he sat down at one of the tables in this smoky room. Taking a quilt, he started copying names from the scroll. Thankful for the order to leave, the squire retreated. Visiting the bishop's abode always made him feel weak and insignificant. A man to be feared, no doubt, with powers mortals are not meant to have.


Chapter 4 : Doomsday

"Ah, it is good that you could come, John. I have heard that you are a healthy boy and not the weakest squire at the castle. I suppose you know who I am and what my purpose here is." "You are the royal arch wizard Michael, advising King Rupert II and helping the royal knights defending our country from any dangers." The old man was obviously pleased with John's quick and correct response as a smile filled his wrinkled face. Although his white hair and sick complexion told of a life that had lasted for too long already, the arch wizard was obviously still very strong and energetic. His laboratory was a large room filled with tables upon which diverse pots and bottles with the most bizarre of ingredients were stored. Smoke from two fire places and an oven filled the air, but its owner didn't seem to notice. John, on the other hand, found his surroundings bewildering and more than a bit scary. But this was the King's arch wizard. He was their ally, therefore John had to trust him.

"I have summoned you, because I needed to test a new spell I have devised for His Majesty's knights. If it succeeds, I will be able to grant you the strength of a hundred men. Currently, our spies are reporting that King Gerald's men are gathering at the border. His attack will begin very soon, so I have to get this spell finished now. Don't worry, there is no possibility that harm could befall you. Just stand over there and wait until I am finished with the incantation."

John moved to the clear spot the old man had pointed at while the latter began murmurring strang words of magic. King Gerald of Stormrock. He was a very famous man. It was said that he had to ascend the throne at an early age after his father had been killed by an assassin. The plan of the usurper to steal his heritage failed, though, but King Gerald had learned how to fight. He had been ruling his country with an iron fist. As it would seem, he had heard rumors about princess Elizabeth. Being impressed even by those oral descriptions, he had sent a vast treasure together with a message asking for the princess's hand. Considering what a dangerous man he was, and the dealings he had with necromancers and other creatures that would certainly lead to heavenly punishment one day, all counselors concurred, and King Rupert denied King Gerald's request. That King Gerald wouldn't accept 'no' for an answer was something everyone had been apprehensive about. John was glad, of course, that the princess wouldn't be handed over to such a monster who was believed to steal his peasans' children for dark offerings to the necromantic gods.

John suddenly felt strange. It was a feeling just as if a lightning storm was about to begin. The sensation filled his entire body. Although not really unpleasant, it was odd. Looking around, he noticed that the arch wizard had stopped with his chanting and was examining him. "Grab that iron bar and try to bend it. No normal mortal could do that bare handedly, so if you are able to do it, your strength has certainly been increased." Looking at the heavy iron bar, the squire got a bit dishearted. He certainly didn't feel stronger, and the mage was certainly right about no one being able to bend that metal bar without applying fire and hammer. Sighing with resignation, John still tried to pick up the pole. It certainly was heavy and he really felt it. He had to try, though, just to make sure. Holding the iron with two hands, he started to push using all his strength. All his muscles tensed and blood rushed into his head, but the bar wouldn't change a bit.

"Stop. It is no use, the spell has failed. I will have to UNGH! ..." The old man was never able to finish that sentence as flames suddenly erupted from his body, turning him into a living column of fire. The flames hungrily ate at their prey and the heat was intense. Within a few seconds, the wizard was reduced to ashes, overwhelmed before he had any time to act.

In distant Stormrock, in the castle's main hall, an old man chanted arcane words and invocation while lifting the blood covered knife in order to slit another man's throat.

John was stunned only for a second by the shock. Then he recovered. "You are a royal knight's squire. You have to inform your master and his liege about this incident. You have to defend the castle, the king, the princess" He kept telling himself these words so as to keep himself from thinking about the fact that he had just seen a respected man spontaneously burst into flames and die within mere moments. Hastily, he ran up the stone stairs leading to the castle's ground floor.

During the afternoons, Sir Humphrey was always in the court yard practicing with the other knights or telling the squires about the duties of the knights. He was a hero. He would certainly know what to do. Missing his footing, John fell just as he reached the top of the stairs. Instinctively, he put his arms in front of his face so as to stop his fall, but the impact was still very hard and he cut open his left hand. "No time for that. Just hurry and get some help." There was the door to the court yard. He opened it and was greated by screams. Looking around, he was only able to see two of the squires sitting in the dirt and holding each other in their arms while screaming at the top of their lungs. But no sign of the knights.

Then terror gripped him as it dawned to him. Looking to the ground, he saw them. The knights' suits of armor, terribly burnt and molten to dark clumps of metal, they were still able to confirm his fears. This wasn't just a backlash of the wizard's spell. This must be some kind of divine punishment - or attack! King Gerald's necromancers! Could it be that they had such terrible powers. If that was so, the princess would be in danger. This last thought gave the squire the goal he needed. Saving the princess, becoming her hero, her knight, her ...

He ran back into the main building. Running through the corridors, he just came across two places where the fine carpet was still smoldering and a disgusting stench of burnt flesh lay in the air. There was the door to the princess' tower. It was open and two clumps of molten metal told of the guards' dire fate. Right behind the door, a charred tray lay on the floor among shards of a tea pot and some cups, no doubt. Sugar dissolved in the pool of liquid upon which some ashes were still drifting. This was all just too unreal, this couldn't be happening.

Understanding the urgency and the imminent danger, John climbed the stairs as fast as he could. As he came across a window facing the yard, he was able to witness a gruesome sight. The two squires had still been in the court yard, too scared even to move. Suddenly, one of them burst into flames. The other didn't seem to notice, he still held him in his arms as the flames ate away, burning his flesh. Once the fire was gone, the surviving squire suddenly burst into flames and was released from his miserable existance. As the flames died down leaving behind an empty court yard, John realized that he had stopped to watch the incident. A stupid mistake, there wasn't any time left.

Just as he was nearing the top of the stairs, with the open door to the lady's chambers in sight, John was gripped by terrible pain. Searing heat filled his entire body, he couldn't breath, he couldn't think. He only knew that this was it. This was the fiery death the others had already suffered. He wouldn't get to wait on the princess after all. He wouldn't even become a knight. What a lousy fate.


Chapter 5 : A Great Triumph

"Your Highness, there is no doubt. It's our horn signal we are hearing." "Good, the ritual is finished then. Sir Winston, have the army advance. Blackberry Fields is ours. If there is any futile resistance, crush it mercilessly, but I don't think that anyone would dare oppose us." "Yes, my liege."

King Gerald III watched as the knight rode his horse to the front of the army. Then his soldiers began moving towards the border. It was an awesome sight, a great army that no one could resist. Blackberry Fields stood no chance especially without any leaders to rally the troops. "Yes, princess Elizabeth is mine. But it wouldn't do to rush things. There is nothing she could do, so I better stay calm and first see to it, that word of my conquest gets to all corners of Blackberry Fields. Then, I will go and collect my bride." The king was very pleased with himself. He set his horse into motion, following slowly his army, only accompanied by his royal guard.

Meanwhile, his forces had reached the enemy border towers. While most soldiers fled upon seeing the army advancing, some valiant archers remained firing away at the enemy unwilling to allow them to enter their country. They paid for their bravery with their lives, as the army crashed into the towers sweeping away the gates like the tide rushing in. None of the defenders that had stayed was spared.

The refugees had reached Greenbeech with the news of the attack. The village had no defenders in addition to the border patrols, so that the populace panicked. People gathered their family and the things they needed most before running off, either along the road towards Redsand or into the forests, hoping to escape King Gerald's wrath.

Blackberry Fields was small and rather densely populated. Therefore, the first refugees hit Redsand just as the sun was touching the horizon. The terrible news spread immediately. The city had its own forces though, which would be able to hold off the enemy for a short while during which reinforcements from the castle and the rest of the kingdom may be summoned. Thus, the city prepared for a siege and sent messages to the other cities and the castle.

In the meantime, King Gerald and his men kept on moving slaying anyone who tried to put up resistance. Greenbeech had been burnt to the ground as this lack of respect angered King Gerald. He ordered the village burnt and all its residents slain when found. He would have this people obey him, no matter what the cost.


Chapter 6 : An Impossible Situation

John's head was on fire. He shouldn't have had that much wine with his master. Being a hero, that man certainly also knew how to drink more than a mortal. And he would soon have John get up and start practicing with him. Why couldn't John be like him a great hero, a strong knight protecting the kingdom. It was no use, he had to get up, no matter how much his head hurt.

He opened his eyes. "Strange, I don't recall having such a high ceiling. What did we drink last night?" Raising his torso, the squire wiped the sleep out of his eyes. The pain in his head was lessening, and his thoughts were more focused again. Looking around, he couldn't recognize his surroundings. He had been lying on a stone floor, obviously built of gigantic granite boulders. Off to his left, the floor ended after a few meters, while a fifteen meter wall limited the plain to his right side. Forwards and backwards, unbelievably high wall rose into the sky in the distance. 

Puzzled, John got to his feet and walked over to the edge where the floor suddenly ended. Looking down, he saw a plain similar to the one his was on fifteen meters below. And below that one another and another, going on and on. Just like a titanic staircase. Staircase. He knew there was something about stairs. Stairs he was climbing.

Then his memory returned and he was shocked. The people being turned into living torches. The death. His wish to save the princess. The pain. His death? No, he was still alive. But if this was the princess' tower and he was on its stairs, then he must have ... No, that can't be right. He must be mistaken. He can't have been shrunk. But then there was the arch wizard's spell. Maybe it did have an effect after all.

He could sort this out later. If this were the right stairs, he would have to climb up in order to check on the princess. If she was still there, he would have to get her out of here before she gets hurt. Pushing away all his doubts and fears about the situation, filling his mind with a vision of the fair maiden in distress, he approached the wall.

Steep as it may be, it was still roughly hewn stone, especially to him. Many holes and ridges allowed even an unskilled climber like the squire to overcome this obstacle. Reaching the top, he was confronted with a sight sending both joy and chills down his back. An open wooden door of impossible size loomed up before him. There was no doubt about this being the princess' tower just meters away from the goal. There was also no way to ignore the fact that he was tiny, an imp. Still, the princess was probably in there, and he had to get to her.

Running past the door, John came to a halt. There were three more doors after the first one. Since only the most priviledged courtiers were ever allowed to see the princess, John had never been here, and therefore couldn't tell where the doors would lead. Since the door closes to him was still fifty meters away, he wanted to figure out which would be the best choice before starting off. But how should he figure out such a thing.

Just then, the central door opened. Light flooded into the room and in that light, he saw a gigantic tower. When his eyes had recovered from the sudden change, he realized his mistake. It was an angel in a white dress, soft features and blue eyes. Her pale face was surrounded by perfect, black hair. Even her incredible size couldn't hide her perfect proportions and her cuteness. John couldn't breathe, he was simply stunned by princess Elizabeth's beauty.

The princess had stopped a moment and was obviously thinking about something. Then she began moving forward. Certainly, she took just small steps as was fitting for a princess, but to John, it looked as if she advanced at tremendous speed. The white wall of her dress rapidly approaching was just frightening enough to the shrunken squire to make him recover from his reverie. As loud as he could, he shouted:"Your Highness! Stop! Down Here! Your Highness!" She paused. She turned her head as if trying to find the source of some faint noise. John shouted again. 

Then she looked down and saw him. A soft smile formed in her face, and she looked at him as one would look at a young animal whose cuteness makes one want to protect it. She bent down and John shouted again "Your Highness!". She paused. A cute frown was building on her face. John was puzzled. "You talk?" "Your Highness! I am ..." "You are a gremlin, aren't you? My nurse had told me everything about you. You steal little babies and naughty children. Be gone, You won't find anything here you could steal." She began to rose again. "No! I'm no gremlin! I'm a squire." She halted. "I am Sir Humphrey's squire John Field!" "I know Sir Humphrey, he is a tall man, and his squire is a normal- sized boy. How could such a small creature like you be a royal knight's squire." "I shrank just this afternoon. After the arch wizard's spell failed and everyone got - " John stopped in mid- sentence. he couldn't just tell her that they were probably the only living things in the castle. This was all absurd. What could he do? She was right, at his size, he couldn't be a squire, he couldn't even defeat a mouse, much less a human adversary. How could he hope to protect her? But he could try to help her escape. If this really was King Gerald's doing, he would certainly come here in order to catch the princess and force her to marry him.

"You do look nice." John was startled by the princess' voice booming directly at him. While he had been thinking about the future, she had been kneeling down all the way and was examing him closely. "My nurse always told me that gremlins were small and ugly. But though you are small, you are quite hansome, like the courtiers usually attending me. You started saying something about 'everyone'. Do you know what has happened? The afternoon tea has never arrived, and no one has come to look after me for what must be hours. They have never forgotten about me before."

"Well, Your Highness. There was an emergency. And everyone had to leave. And I, and I was sent to fetch you, but then I shrank and was delayed. The castle isn't safe anymore, so we have to leave." "Ah, so that is the reason. But why aren't there any other servants to help with the lugagge?" "It's an emergency, we have to leave immediately. Without lugagge." "What!? Is it really that bad? Well, if father thinks it is that important, then let us not wait any longer." The princess started to rise again.

"Your Highness!" "Yes?" "Well, I am a bit ashamed, but under these circumstances, could you, could you - could you carry me?" The princess was at first surprised, but then she smiled gently at him and put down her hand next him. John was quite embarassed while climbing onto it, but what choice did he have. He was just a centimeter or so high and would just slow them down if he tried to run on his own. Elizabeth carefully rose after seeing him sit down in the middle of her palm and started walking down the stairs holding the hand carrying the squire in front of her chest.