End of the story

Finally, the first part of the story ends. Does this mean the end of the story? Of course not, for this is just the first part of the story. There are still many yet to come, and this adventure haven't ended yet.

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Chapter 11 : Ambush

Tom and Leo moved together with Frivlus, and the rest of the company. They moved through the ruined city, and Tom can see most of the soldiers face changed from awareness to sadness. This is after all, their homeland and their city. To see their city being destroyed like this, Tom fully understands their sadness. For a few minutes, there is a mournful aura in the company, and Tom himself thinks back on what have become of Levogard, his family and Hagol.

This though came to an abrupt end when suddenly Frivlus hissed.

“Scrown in front”

Everybody wake from the trance, and quickly hide behind anything that can conceal their presence. True enough, in front of them is six Scrown soldiers walking among the ruin while laughing.

Frivlus whisper to Tom, “You two should stay put and see how we work.”

Tom and Leo nodded.

Frivlus whisper something to the man beside him, that man nodded and taking a few men with him, moved stealthy through the ruin without being spotted by the six soldiers, and as Tom watched, they are already ahead of those four soldiers, disappearing in the ruins.

“Now we move onto them. Rouen, prepare your bow, and shoot when I signaled!” Frivlus said.

The man named Rouen nodded, and in a few second, his bow is already in his left hand, and his right hand has fitted an arrow onto the bowstring.

“The rest of you, except Tom, Leo and Rouen, follow me.”

So Tom and Leo stay in their position, while Rouen has already aim his bow onto his intended target.

Frivlus and another four of his men moved stealthy onto the Scrown soldiers, still unaware of the fate that will soon befall them. They settled behind a small well just a few meters in front of the Scrown soldiers.

Frivlus raised his hand, and Rouen released the arrow. It flies quickly and hit a Scrown soldier right at his neck. That man fall to the ground. Before his other friends can react, Frivlus and the rest of his men has sprung from their hideout, Frivlus himself cutting down one man in front of him, while his men cut down the other two. It quickly become a battle of two against five, so the remaining Scrown soldiers feel that they have done enough, and run away quickly, but before another one is shot down by another arrow from Rouen, straight at his head.

The last Scown soldier runs straight onto another three Thales soldiers that already await them in front. Soon, he is cut down too.

Tom, Leo and Rouen moved to join Frivlus group.

“Do you understand how we work now, Tom and Leo?”

Tom and Leo nodded, their eyes full of awe.

They spend the rest of the morning and noon, killing all the Scrown soldiers in sight. Tom and Leo quickly adept to such kind of fighting style, and soon they already join the fray. By afternoon, the group have reached the edge of the forest. Around the wall of Thales, a good number of Scrown soldiers body lay everywhere. Tom do not count, but he guessed they have killed at least fifty Scrown soldiers. Not without a price though. When attacking one of the patrol, another patrol sighted them, and the ambush become a chaotic fight. They won, but lost three members of the group. Two other is badly injured, and must retreat back to the camp, with Leo escorting them. Frivlus send Leo back to the camp to bring another five soldiers to the group. So, now only five members, including Frivlus, remain.

Because of this, the effectiveness of the fighting force decreased, and everybody stamina is decreasing very quickly. And now they are resting at the edge of the forest, in a ground surrounded by lot of bushes. None of them speak, they are trying to recover as quickly as they can, and because they fear the enemy might hear them talking and know their position.

Suddenly there is a movement behind them. Rouen peeped from their position.

“That is Haldir from Frolham group. What is he doing alone? Why. . . He is hurt!”

The group moved quickly to Haldir. When Haldir sees them, he immediately runs toward them.

“What happened?” Frivlus asked.

“We are sweeping the western part of the city when one of the patrols spotted us and run to alert their friends . . . Frolham ordered a chase, so we chase them until out of the city, and we are ambushed. It seems the enemy knows of our plan . . . We try to stand and fight, but they outnumbered us five to one, and soon we are cut down one by one . . . Frolham ordered me to run and look for help. The last time I look back, only he remains.”

“It might already be too late for them, but we must go and see if we can do anything.” Frivlus said.

With Haldir as their guide, the group moved quickly to Frolham last stand. Frivlus looks very troubled. Tom asked him about this, and Frivlus said “I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling about this, ready your weapon Tom.”

They almost reached the spot when suddenly an arrow fly and hit Haldir on his head. He falls to the ground almost immediately.

All around them, Scrown soldiers are closing in. They are encircling them. There is nowhere to escape for Tom and the group.

From the circle stepped out . . . Frolham!

“Frolham! What is the meaning of this?” Frivlus shouted at him.

“The meaning is very simple, just like what you see in front of you. I am never your man from the very beginning, because I am Flolham Bellamy, one of the Five Purist Warrior. Now, don’t that make you remember something Tom?”

“You! You are the same as Renshaw!” Tom said, still unable to believe his eyes.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, Renshaw is my brother by oath, so I have heard a lot about you, so have our great lord, and he is very interested in you. . . “

“Everyone, on my signal, we will rush behind to where we came from. Remember, we are not seeking victory, just an escape. And remember everyone, don’t die.” Frivlus whispered as Frolham keep on talking.

Everybody nodded and tighten their grip on their weapon, including Rouen who have switched to a short sword.

“. . . and so, I am ordered here to see that His wish is carried out.” Frolham ended his long speech.

“Now!” Frivlus shouted, and charged back toward the enemy behind him. Everyone follow suit.

“Kill them all!” Frivlus shouted, and every Scrown soldier moved toward them.

Frivlus opened the way. Tom sees every Scrown soldiers that tries to stop him fall immediately. Tom show his prowess too. He hacked here and there, and leave a dozen of Scrown soldiers dead or injured at the ground. Untill he recognize Renshaw Bellamy in front of them.

Renshaw struck a blow onto Frivlus, and Frivlus fall to the side. He strike another one, and that man fall to the ground with his head severed. But that is not important. Haven’t Hagol take care of him? If he survives, then that means . . . Now there is no one between Renshw and Tom.

“Renshaw!” Tom charged. His head is full of rage.

Renshaw blocked the first blow, and another, and another. He steps back gradually. When one of Scrown soldiers tried to hit Tom from behind, Renshaw screamed “He is mine! Nobody interfere!”

And he sends a very powerful sweep to Tom. Tom managed to block that sweep, but the tide has turned. It is Renshaw now who has the advantage, and he pressed on. Tom keeps on stepping back while blocking any incoming attack. The duel goes on until they moved out of the battlefield, through a small wood, and finally, by the river of Grengel.

Renshaw stopped his attack.

“This ends here, Tom.” Renshaw said.

“Yes, and it is you who are going to die!” Tom bellowed, and charged forward. “Blesetgratcrown!” Renshaw blocked and give a very powerful sweep onto Tom. Tom tried to block the attack, but his sword is broken from the blow. Renshaw sword cut him in the chest, and he is thrown back by the force of that attack . . . into the river.