How Did It Come To This?

The sweat fell from his brow as he ran through the field of grass, sword raised high above his head. “How did it ever come to this?” he thought to himself as he raced towards an armored clad knight.

Earlier that day, Ron was sitting in bar waiting for his beer, when a man dressed in fancy looking clothes sat next to him. He told the bartender that he wanted a pint. Ron stared at the man. Rich people weren’t common in these parts, and sensible men would never come here. It is dangerous part of the city in which many call it the slums.

“What brings you to these parts?” Ron asked. The man looked over at Ron and just sneered.

“Look, it’s dangerous for people like you here, so you should probably leave soon.”

“I’m here looking for someone, and I won’t leave until I find him.” The rich man stated.

Ron looked away from the rich man as the bartender slid him his beer. He chugged the beer and whipped his face.

“Look, everyone here considers everyone else as family. So, whoever you’re looking for, you better not do anything to them or you’ll pay, rich boy.”

“Is that a threat?” the rich man said. Ron noticed the sword on his side and he flinched slightly. “I will do what I need to do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that what I’m doing here is none of your business.”

The bartender looked at the two men, and knowing that things were going sour fast, said “You two need to leave. Sorry Ron, but if you’re going to continue arguing, it’s gonna be bad for business.”

Ron looked at the rich man. He looked at his beer, and said “Let’s go outside like the bartender said.”

The two men walked outside and squared off. A fight was about to happen, but Ron believed that because the man was rich, that their was a better chance at winning. He never saw it coming when the rich man knocked him out with the first punch. The next thing he saw, was a woman pouring water on his face. He sat up and asked her what she was doing. She replied, “I found you in the street. So I’m just doctoring you all up.”

To think that pouring water on someone is considered doctoring them up. He asked the lady if she had heard of anything that might have happened in the area recently. She told him no. So Ron asked if she had seen the man and if so which way had he gone. She told him that she had seen the man head north towards the old church. He asked the lady which the old church was from her house. She told him and Ron ran to that location.

As Ron ran towards the old church. He noticed a gathering of people so he walked over to it. He pushed his way through the crowd to see a lifeless body laying before him. That lifeless body was the body of his best friend, Gunther. Ron’s blood boiled at the thought of the man he had fought earlier. He knew that the rich man must be behind him.

“Did anyone see who did this?”

“Aye!” yelled a man.

“Which way did they go?”

“They ran towards the gates!”

Ron ran to his home in order to grab his only family treasure. The family sword. He then ran towards the gates. The guards were standing around just talking to each other. Ron approached them.

“Did you see a rich man leave here on foot?”

“What’s it to ya?” a guard asked rudely.

“A man was murdered and man is the murderer.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because he told me he was going to do something bad to someone.”

“Oh, really. Well in that case, I think he left.”

Ron was done talking to the snarky guards and decided to try to find the man on his own. He walked out from the city walls and looked around grasslands, hoping to find the rich man. After hours of searching, Ron saw a face that he recognized, but they were wearing a suit of armor. He couldn’t remember meeting any knights.

“Could that scum actually be a knight?” Ron thought to himself, “There is no way.”

As Ron got closer to the man, it was in fact who he thought it was. The rich man was wearing a suit of armor. He looked up to see Ron charging at him with his sword held above his head. Ron couldn’t believe that he was about to attack a knight, but he couldn’t let him get away with murdering his best friend. The rich man had plenty of time to grab his sword and parry Ron’s first strike.

“This is it.” The thought of death filled Ron’s mind. He knew there was no possible way he could defeat a knight in combat.

“You don’t have to fight me!” The rich man yelled. “I can tell you why I did it.”

“NO! You killed my best friend! You have to pay!”

“Suit yourself.” The rich man started to strike at Ron with powerful blows. After a few strikes, Ron’s sword was knocked from his hands and landed behind him.

The knight then said, “Now will you listen to me?”

“Why should I?”

“Because otherwise, I will kill you.” The rich man put his sword up to Ron’s chest.

“Now, your best friend was a wanted criminal. He was considered one of the most powerful mob bosses in the city. I was tasked with taking him out, by all means necessary. When I approached him, I told him that he needed to come with me. He threatened me at knife point. So I was forced to take action.”

“Gunther would never do anything like that!” Ron shouted.

“Well, he did. And that is why your friend is dead. Now, do you still want to join him?”

Ron stepped back, taking everything he was just told in. He couldn’t believe that his best friend was murdered for being a mob boss. He couldn’t have been a mob boss. Ron was the mob boss in the area, not Gunther.

“I was in the wrong, alright. I’m sorry for attacking you.”

“You’re alright, just next time. Don’t be so irrational.”

“Oh, I won’t be.” Ron said to himself as he walked back towards the city.

Everything was about to change in the city, and Ron was going to be the mastermind behind it all.

 

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Author: themesretro

Hi, what's up name is Tryep/ Themesretro. I write stories that are possibly mythical, but you'll never know. Hope you enjoy your stay!

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