4. The Game
Competition Entry for 247 Tales 'The Game'
I clambered onto my horse. I couldn't swing onto my horse like I usually did when I was going hunting or riding due to the heavy armour I was wearing. But I managed to get onto Balamus.
I rode out of the stable and onto the tournament ground, where the crowd was cheering. I could sense the excitement that was in them but I had a feeling inside me so unpleasant. Is this what fear feels like?
The Dark Knight rode out of the stable and the horn was sounded. The game commenced.
I rode on, urging Balanus to go faster and faster. I gripped my lance, ready to strike. As I rode past, I attacked the Dark Knight but it seemed to not have affected him. But his strike affected me; it was a small cut but blood oozed down my arm. The cold blood tickled against my skin and I felt my arm had been cut off as I lost all sensation.
I forced Balanus to turn around. I charged on again, getting ready to strike the Dark Knight again, to make him feel the pain I was feeling. My heart was hammering against my rib cage. I was doing this for my mother and my love, Sylvia. The Dark Knight had arrived for her hand but I had challenged him. Had that been a mistake?
His lance hit me in my chest and everything turned to black.