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The Misfits of DametreosChapter 6: Confrontation
When Drakko tried to strike Lord Barbod, the sword won't move. He was stuck and vulnerable to Lord Barbod. Lord Barbod approached him.
“I see you are stuck, sir knight.” smirked Barbod.
“I have come to confront you, Lord Barbod!” cried Drakko frantically.
“Is that so? You don't seem to be in a threatening position.”
With that, Lord Barbod punched Drakko in the face. Drakko fell to the ground. He was dumbfounded. Why won't the sword move?
“It can't be…” Bjarn muttered, “The mystical Sword of Truth.…”
“So soldier, does this prove his goodness?” Reno asked the dumbfounded Drakko who was lying on the ground.
“I am sorry I have ever doubted you, King.” Drakko said and stood, taking a deep bow.
“Bloody Falcons! You will never learn!” Barbod said fiercely, and he went and sat next to a tree and began eating some berries.
“Here, Drakko let me rub this on your face.” Reno held out a small glass jar, “Good stuff this stuff is, made by a wizard.”
Drakko wiped the blood from his mouth while Reno applied some potion on his face.
“Thank you, Reno. I want to talk to Lord Barbod now.”
“No problem, but be careful,” replied Reno, “I don't have a potion to bring a dead man to life.”
Drakko approached Lord Barbod and sat beside him.
“Tell me, Lord Barbod. What actually happened during the Great War?”
“Bloody Falcon! What do you know?” snarled Barbod.
“His Majesty has told me of the bad deeds of the Bulls who struck terror in my land,” Drakko replied calmly.
“Your land?! Bloody Falcon! It's mine! Do you understand me?! Mine!” shouted Barbod.
“Can you stop calling me Bloody Falcon?!”
Drakko rose and punched Lord Barbod, who fell to the side.
“Why you! Is that the way to treat a King?!” screamed Barbod.
“Well...you are not a King yet. I have a name. My name is Drakko. With your arrogant attitude, who would want a King like you? I asked you nicely.”
Lord Barbod snorted and then said, “Alright then. Sit down and I will tell you the truth.”
Reno applied some of his healing potion on Lord Barbod while he told Drakko how the Black Falcons invaded his land and killed his father. He told him that the Black Falcons were the ones who raided villages and brought harm to his people. Drakko was confused. His King had told him a different story. His belief is that the Black Falcons were honorable people. As a knight of the Black Falcon, he was bound to the code of honor and pledged loyalty to his King.
“So Drakko, you have heard both sides of the story. Which side will you pledge your loyalty?” Bjarn asked, rubbing his gray beard.
“I am bound to the code of the Black Falcon, but I think what my king is doing is wrong. I'm in a bit of a dilemma right now…” Drakko replied, pacing up and down.
“Well soldier, while you think, we’ve got a bit of company.”
Reno pointed off into the distance where twelve Black Falcons heading straight toward them. The group quickly grabbed their weapons.
“Now’s your time to choose, Falcon.” Barbod said and he readied his spear.
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