Chapter Twelve

Symon had dreamed of seeing Lanos since he was a child, now that he was here though, it held no appeal. he made his way through the bustling streets towards the castle. Knowing he would not be granted admittance, he found a group of servants heading to work and followed them into the castle.

Once inside Symon had no idea which way he was to go, he wandered around for what seemed like hours, till he finally found the throne room. Outside of the room two guards stood watch. He stood around the corner and watched, trying to decide how he was going to get inside. As he was deciding his next move a guard was ushering a group of prisoners into the throne room, Symon joined the group and tried his best to blend in as they walked past the guards and into the throne room. Nothing could have prepared him for what happened next, once they were all inside, the doors closed behind them and the king and his men surrounded them, in one quick move they attacked. Each of the kings men taking a prisoner and feasting upon him.

Amidst the chaos Symon was able to steal a sword and make his advance on Tristan. He had no real plan,  just saw the opportunity to attack and  took it. As soon as he lunged towards Tristan, he felt like he hit a wall and was thrown back slamming into the wall. Tristan and his men had finished with their kill, and they advanced on Symon. He got to my feet and stood his ground, With a motion of his hand Tristan's men stopped, and he alone came to face Symon.  Symon held his sword between himself and Tristan, realizing that it was a futile move when Tristan drew his sword. In one quick move, Symon's sword lay at his feet, and Tristan's sword was pointed at his chest."Who are you, how did you get in here?" Tristan demanded. "I came here to kill you. To avenge my parents"  "I've killed quite a few peasants. You'll have to be a bit more specific"  "My parents owned the farm you had burned to the ground" before Symon could react, Tristan swung his sword intent on killing him where he stood. Symon moved just in time, so instead of killing him, the sword slashed across his face. He hit the ground as pain blossomed across his face, holding the side of his face as blood streamed through his fingers, Symon scrambled to his feet, but with just a flick of his hand Tristan sent him flying out of the room, slamming into the stone wall outside. The last thing Symon saw as his vision faded was the evil smile on Tristan's face.