Knight Of Pensylon: Rise Of The Cavalier
Chapter 16 - Warning Signs
The rain? Praise the Soul of Pensylon. Now I don't have to worry about my face still covered in white blood. The rain will wash my face.
But I have a question in myself. Was the blood of that person white? Because as I recall in my grandfather's book it was told that there are people who have white blood.
Or is that just how a killer like me distracts from no regrets? By looking at the color of the blood on my face this is as white as milk?
Whatever it is, I can find the answer later. Now I need to get to my dad. When I get there, I hope he's okay. Or if not, I hope at least he's alive.
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"Awhile, again..."
I held onto my left arm which still had a stab wound from the attack just now. Blood flowed from the wound, falling to the ground drop by drop.
Telling the enemy that I'm passing this way, I should therefore move really fast, at least faster than those madmen. But it's certainly not easy for me.
My legs are really sore. Mr. Hendrickson is right about my feet, I can't walk or run much given that my feet are still injured by my pursuit of the robber this morning.
Walking far into Mr. Clint's paddy field is not helpful at all. Not to mention the fact that I can't necessarily find Dad there.
Ah... Spirit, where were you when I really needed your help now?
Huft. Never mind, I'll be there soon. It's actually a miracle that a fourteen-year-old boy like me can sneak around from one end of the village to the other
Deg.
My heart stopped for a moment. The knife in my hand just fell out of my hand. My chest hurts, my eyes are wide open, cold sweat is running down my forehead, accompanied by blood on my left arm, I just fell silent watching the house.
I haven't been to the Clint House in a long time, the last time I was here was about three months ago, or four?
Oh shit, I forgot.
But believe me, even I think a 3-year-old child would know that in this house something must have happened that was not right at all.
"For the Soul of Pensylon..."
Clint's family is arguably one of the most respected families in Wheatville. Just imagine, most of the farmland in this village is owned by that family.
Of course that way, the life that the Clint Family had was the most magnificent compared to the other citizens.
When we were still wearing shabby clothes that had been torn, the Clint family had used good clothes, accompanied by jewelry that was no less beautiful.
We don't need to talk about his house. The house was so big that there were three levels. Again, THREE levels. From that high altitude, they could see me, Norman, and Victoria racing horses clearly.
Although the house is made of more or less the same as the majority of residents, but still its extraordinary size can make other residents feel envious and spiteful.
I remember when I came here months ago, they were bringing a discovery that was foreign to the villagers. The paint! They are painting the walls of their homes to make them look more beautiful.
It was hard to believe that in the same place right now, the only thing I saw before me was a giant house that had collapsed because most of it had been devoured by fire.
Yes, I saw Mr and Mrs Clint being taken by these people anyway. But I was still surprised.
Who the hell are these people?
Why did they come to attack us?
Why are they burning our houses?
Why would they take our lives?
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"For the Soul of Pensylon.." I said.
I stood in a place, a place that was originally fenced so that no children would break into the rice fields.
In fact, if it was not wrong there was a warning board as well with red writing, it really forced us not to break through.
Now let alone the fence, seeing what happened to the paddy fields alone made me think twice before going in there.
A few months ago, this vast field was still planted by wheat. The plants were still green at the time.
If I remember, it should be a few days from now that the wheat can be harvested. But it looks like Pensylon's soul has other plans...
Mr. Clint's paddy field, which was once full of plants, is now arid.
Plants in the rice fields that were originally green, now so black accompanied by red because it is still burning.
Not to forget the white ash decoration in some places. Accompanied by smoke, the smell makes me cough when I just breathe it.
Witnessing this terrible sight, I am not even sure I can find my father here.
"Uhuk! Uhuk! Daddy?!" I coughed as white smoke pierced my nose.
Am I gonna find Dad here?
Even if I can find him, will he be okay?
Even if he is not okay, is he still alive?
With all those question marks filling my brain shell, I recklessly entered the land.
Am I going to regret all this? I don't know, I don't care.
I just want to find my dad.
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Both my legs are now really weak, it feels really hard to just move them.
My eyes were completely blurred, because the rain that pierced my eyes, was accompanied by tears that I had never left my eyes since I left home.
Oh yeah, maybe I'm starting to lose consciousness because the blood on my left arm never stops flowing.
"Dad, where the hell are you?!" grumbling.
My eyes are almost closed, if I close them, I lose consciousness. It's hard to fight it, but I can't give up!
"I can't fall asleep!" I said before opening my eyes again.
Blink.
I blinked, and... What-What am I looking at right now? Why, did I even witness something that happened a long time ago?
I remember when I was 7 years old, my father sometimes took me to ssini to play with me with a scarecrow.
I remember him laughing as he spoke...
"Never let your guard down, Christopher. If you let your guard down, you can miss things. Then remember what I said at this time..."
At that time I cleaned my clothes that were dirty a little because of the mud stuck in my clothes.
"In the future, one by one the families you care about will leave you. Including Dad."
Wait, I saw something...
"So, if that day happens. I wish you could let me go, and remember one thing..."
The clearer, the clearer...
"Pensylon's soul will always protect you."
Be met.
My knees instantly folded, making my body fall to the ground in a sitting position on my own feet. The rest of the energy in my body I use to at least stay seated.
My mouth gave a small smile when I saw him right in front of me. Out loud, I shouted.
"YAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
When I shouted that, my tears were no longer comfortable in my eyes. My breath was also disturbed by the water in my nose. I cried, sobbing sedan because I saw my father's condition.
My dad found hanging in one of those scarecrows. Tied there, stuck 4 arrows all over his body.
A pitchfork was pierced in his abdomen, and his legs were only bones. It burned to the ground.
Do you remember that weird emblem I saw on the armour of the people who were trying to kill me? I saw the same emblem, engraved with a sharp object on my father's body.
His eyes were closed, his head was tilted towards the bottom right, his mouth was opened slightly, his front teeth were broken, his tongue was gone.
Nonliving.
Ever since I saw Mr. Clint's house that seemed like a palace to the people here, the ashes collapsed. Actually I have a bad guess.
The assumption that my father must be dead.
Therefore, after I saw the condition of the house, I wished I could not find it here, because with that, I could still hope that he was alive and managed to escape.
But here I am, crying out loud. Screaming to tell Dad to come back. With a bent knee and a weak left arm.
Invaded by thousands of raindrops attacking my body, blurring my tears.
Wh why? Why does this all have to happen?
Who are the people who do this kind of thing? Then why are they doing all this? Why should I suffer in the end?
Oh Pensylon, what is my fault that you have to drop this terrible fate on me?
What else am I supposed to do now? I can't even walk anymore because my legs hurt. It won't take long until someone finds it
GREB!
Someone grabbed my shoulder. Must have been one of those guys. Damn, my knife was left in front of the Clint House...
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" my yelling.
"Hey, relax!"
"DON'T HURT ME! PLEASE YOU! DON'T HURT ME!! I HAVE SUFFERED ENOUGH!!!"
"Christopher..."
"CAUSE FOR YOU! I'LL DO ANYTHING! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!"
"KRISTOFF!!!"
THE PLAQUE!
That guy slapped me in the face. I recognize this face slap, it's like...
"It's me." he said.
I saw a girl my age, her hair was blonde and her eyes were yellow like stars. The girl stood straight at me who was falling to the ground.
"Victoria?" I said in a somewhat vague voice as I was crying.
GREB!
The blonde woman clasped my arm, taking me to her feet. Honestly, my leg still hurts. But I don't care.
"Come, we gotta get out of here..."
Victoria's still alive? But not that the white man said that all the women had
"SPIRIT!!!" his yell.
At the end of my gaze, I saw the figure running towards the two of us. The four-legged black creature I've always been proud of as my grandfather's legacy. Victoria found him.
"Come, Christopher!" Victoria while riding Spirit and invited me to sit behind her.
I rode the horse without speaking.
"You, Spirit!"
Spirit was speeding by, Victoria held onto her harness while looking forward so that she could see the road.
As for me, I can only look back. Seeing my father's body still hanging from a scarecrow. As we drove, I saw something too.
A wooden board that had partly burned, but the writing inside could still be seen quite clearly. The board says...
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...FORBIDDEN TO BREAK THROUGH!!!...
...NEVER BREAK THROUGH THIS FENCE, YOU KNOW YOU'LL REGRET DOING IT!!!...
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