The Completely Made-Up Adventures of Christian Lankford Part 3
The guard sauntered into the cell, balancing a tray of mush that looked like it could double as wallpaper paste. Christian's stomach did a backflip at the sight, but Liam and Nate seemed unfazed as they exchanged a conspiratorial glance.
"Bon appétit," the guard grunted, plopping the tray onto the metal table with all the grace of a bull in a china shop.
Christian eyed his portion with disgust, wondering if he could trade it for some rock-hard bread or maybe even a bug-infested apple. But his thoughts were interrupted by Liam pulling out a spoon and slyly chipping away at the window bars, while Nate kept lookout for any approaching guards.
"Are you two seriously trying to break out of here with a spoon?" Christian whispered in disbelief.
Nate flashed him a cheeky grin. "Desperate times call for desperate measures, mate. We can't spend our days lounging in this luxurious cell forever."
Christian couldn't help but chuckle at their daring escape plan.
Meanwhile, the mush sat on Christian's plate like a lump of cement, begging not to be disturbed. He glanced over at Josh, who eagerly offered to take one for the team and eat it instead. Christian shuddered at the thought, but was grateful for Josh's bravery. Suddenly, Josh's face lit up with an idea. "We should bribe the guard," he said mischievously. Christian raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "What do we have to offer him?" he asked. Josh reached into his pocket and pulled out a glistening gold necklace. "I was going to give this to Elaina, but I think our freedom is more important," he stated bravely.
Christian's voice trembled in the dark, dank cell. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked Josh,.
Josh's voice is confident. "If it works, then yes, I'm sure," he replied, determination shining in his gaze.
He called out to the guard, who approached with a wary expression. "What is it, dog?" he barked, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
Josh took a deep breath and plunged ahead with his plan. "Are you a married man?" he asked smoothly, holding up a glinting gold necklace as bait.
The guard's face twisted into a scowl. "I am," he answered gruffly, clearly not in the mood for Josh's games.
But Josh persisted, knowing their escape depended on this risky gamble. "How would you like to make your wife happy? In exchange for a favor," he proposed, his grin growing wider.
The guard eyed the necklace greedily, but kept his guard up. "What kind of favor?" he demanded suspiciously.
Nate and Liam watched anxiously from behind Josh, silently urging him to close the deal.
With a flourish, Josh held out the necklace towards the guard. "All we need is a key to the front door. Let us out and this beauty is all yours," he offered persuasively.
The guard paused, considering his choices before succumbing to the temptation and reaching for the keyring hanging from his belt. "Alright," he begrudgingly conceded. "But I can only release one of you." Josh spoke up, offering to go and return for the others later.
Josh's heart raced as the guard unlocked the cell door, a mixture of adrenaline and fear coursing through him. He shot a quick glance back at Christian, Nate, and Liam, silently promising to return for them. With a nod of determination, he stepped out of the cell and followed the guard down the dimly lit corridor, his footsteps echoing against the stone walls.
As they walked, Josh couldn't help but notice the intricate carvings on the walls, depicting scenes of battles won and lost, heroes celebrated and villains vanquished. The history of this place seeped into his bones, filling him with a strange mix of awe and dread.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, they arrived at the imposing wooden door that stood between them and the outside world. The guard's hand was heavy on Josh's shoulder, almost as if warning him not to step any further. But Josh knew he had no choice. He had made a deal with this man, and now it was time to hold up his end of the bargain. With one last lingering glance at the familiar interior of the fortress, Josh handed over the ornate necklace and stepped out into the warm embrace of the summer night. The air was thick with humidity, carrying scents of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers. The distant chirping of crickets and croaking of frogs filled the darkness, creating a peaceful symphony for Josh to walk into.
As the sun slowly rose over the horizon, Nate turned to his friend Christian with a worried look. "Do you think Josh will come back for us?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear. "I'm not sure," Christian replied with a heavy sigh, "but I have a feeling he will." Just then, the guard's footsteps echoed down the hallway and he appeared before them. "Come with me," he commanded, leading Nate, Christian, and Liam outside where they were met with an ominous sight - a line of gallows stood tall in front of them, ready to take their lives. The crisp morning air chilled their skin as they stood there, waiting for their fate to be decided by the executioner's hand.
Christian's heart was hammering in his chest, the rough hemp of the noose itching against his neck. Beside him, Liam and Nate shared a glance that was equal parts fear and resignation. The town square was abuzz with the morbid excitement that only a public execution could bring.
"Any last words?" the hooded hangman grumbled, more out of formality than any genuine interest.
"Actually, yes," Christian started, "I'd like to say—"
But his words were cut short by the whoosh of an arrow slicing through the morning air, severing the rope above his head clean in two. Gasps rippled through the crowd as Christian dropped to the ground, free from the gallows.
"Run!" a familiar voice shouted from the shadows.
Josh emerged, bow in hand, already notching another arrow. Without missing a beat, Christian scrambled to his feet, rushing to Liam and Nate, who stood stunned. His fingers worked quickly, untangling the nooses from their necks as Josh covered them from a distance.
"Go! To the horses!" Christian barked, pushing his companions into motion.
They bolted towards the stables, where their mounts awaited, the thunder of hooves signaling the arrival of the King's men. The chase was on.
"Split up!" Nate yelled over the din, but Christian shook his head.
"Stick together! We stand a better chance!"
As they mounted their powerful steeds, arrows whizzed past them, the sharp tips glinting in the sunlight. The horses were spurred into a frenzied gallop, their hooves pounding against the earth with thunderous force. The King's men were relentless, their shouts growing louder and more urgent as they closed in on the trio.
"We need to fight back!" Liam's voice rang out above the chaos, as he drew his sword from its sheath with one swift motion while expertly controlling his horse with the other hand.
"Are you mad? We should be running!" Nate protested, but his words were drowned out by the clash of steel as Liam met their first pursuer head-on.
"Fine!" Nate relented, unsheathing his own weapon and joining in the fray.
Christian's mind raced for a plan as he gripped the reins tightly. They weaved through the dense forest, dodging low-hanging branches and leaping over fallen logs, with the clanking of armor hot on their trail.
"Left, at the clearing!" Christian barked, leading them into an open field where they could make a stand.
"Come on, you royal fools!" Liam taunted with a wild grin, swinging his sword with deadly precision.
The battle was chaotic and fast-paced, a blur of movement and flashing steel as man and horse fought as one. Christian parried and thrust, feeling his heart race with adrenaline. Josh's arrows flew true from a distance, providing cover as the trio valiantly defended themselves against their attackers.
"Ha! Take that, you buffoon!" Nate cheered as he knocked a soldier off his mount.
"Stay focused, Nate!" Christian chided, though he couldn't help but smile at his friend's antics.
with the sounds of combat a strange mixture of joy and danger amidst the pandemonium.
"Keep riding!" Christian urged as they broke through the line of soldiers, the path ahead finally clear.
"Next time, let's avoid the gallows altogether, shall we?" Liam quipped with a smirk, and the three friends burst forth with triumphant laughter trailing behind them like a banner of victory.
Suddenly, Christian's horse reared up with a shrill whinny, an arrow lodged deep in its flank. The powerful beast staggered and crumpled to the ground, throwing Christian into the dirt. He rolled and came up on one knee, sword ready, but his mount lay still.
"Christian!" Liam shouted, slashing at an enemy to clear a path.
Christian scrambled to his feet, barely dodging a soldier's strike. Liam urged his horse forward, extending a hand.
"Get on!" Liam commanded, reaching down.
Christian grabbed Liam's hand, swinging up onto the back of the horse. The two rode together, Christian gripping Liam tightly as they galloped through the chaos.
"Hold on!" Liam yelled, spurring his horse onward.
Nate rode beside them, fending off attackers with swift strikes. They broke through the line of soldiers, charging toward the treeline at the edge of the field. Arrows whizzed past, some narrowly missing their mark.
"We need to lose them in the forest!" Christian shouted over the din.
"Agreed!" Liam replied, guiding the horse into the dense foliage.
They plunged into the forest, the thick underbrush slowing their pursuers. The shouts and clattering armor grew fainter as they pressed deeper into the woods.
"Are we clear?" Nate called out, glancing back.
"Not yet," Christian said, scanning the surroundings. "Keep moving!"
They rode hard, branches whipping against them, the forest a blur of green and brown. Eventually, the sounds of pursuit faded entirely, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the pounding of their own hearts.
Liam slowed the horse to a trot, and Christian released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.
"That was too close," Christian muttered, his grip on Liam's shoulder relaxing.
"You're telling me," Liam replied, offering a weary grin.
"We can't stop now," Josh said, emerging from the trees with his bow still at the ready. "We need to put as much distance between us and the King's men as possible."
"Agreed," Christian said, nodding. "Let's keep moving."
They rode on, pushing through their exhaustion, the threat of capture driving them forward. The forest closed in around them, providing a sense of cover and safety as they navigated the twisting paths.
Hours later, as the sun began to set, they finally slowed to a stop near a bubbling brook. The horses drank eagerly, and the four friends dismounted, their muscles aching from the relentless ride.
"We should rest here for the night," Nate suggested, eyeing the darkening sky.
"Agreed," Christian said, helping Liam tend to the horses. "We'll need our strength for whatever comes next."
They settled down, the tension slowly easing from their bodies as they took in the relative calm of the forest. The danger was far from over, but for now, they had a moment of respite.
As the night deepened, they huddled around a small fire, sharing stories and plans for their next move.
As the first light of dawn crept through the forest canopy, the four companions stirred from their makeshift camp. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the earthy scent of the woods. Christian stretched, wincing at the stiffness in his muscles, and glanced around at his friends.
"Morning, everyone," he greeted, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Liam yawned and gave a mock salute. "Morning, Christian. Everyone still in one piece?"
"Mostly," Nate replied, rolling his shoulders. "Could use a proper bed, though."
Christian's gaze shifted to Josh, who was checking the horses. "Hey, Josh, we never got to thank you properly for coming back for us."
Josh looked up, a grin spreading across his face. "No need for thanks. I couldn't just leave you lot hanging around."
Nate chuckled. "You certainly made quite the entrance. That arrow shot was something else."
"Years of practice," Josh said with a wink. "Besides, I needed you all to help me with something important."
Liam raised an eyebrow. "And what might that be?"
Josh's expression turned serious for a moment. "Stopping Elaina's wedding."
Nate smirked. "Ah, so it’s true love that drove you to rescue us. How romantic."
"Romantic?" Josh scoffed, though his eyes twinkled with amusement. "More like practical. I can't exactly storm a wedding on my own. I need you three idiots to help me."
Christian laughed. "Well, we're happy to be your idiots, Josh. What's the plan?"
Josh rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "First, we need to get some decent clothes. Showing up in these rags won't do. Then, we need a way to get into the castle undetected."
Liam nodded. "And after that?"
Josh's grin returned. "We crash the wedding, of course. And then we get Elaina out of there before she says 'I do' to that highwayman."
Christian clapped him on the back. "Sounds like a plan. And just to be clear, we're doing this because...?"
"Because," Josh said because you said you would help me if we got out, and "it's a matter of life and death. Mostly for my heart."
Nate laughed. "Well, when you put it that way, how can we refuse?"
They packed up their camp quickly, ready to set out on the next leg of their adventure. The forest seemed a bit friendlier now, with the promise of their bold mission ahead.
As they mounted their horses, Christian turned to Josh. "So, about these decent clothes... you don't happen to have a tailor hidden somewhere in these woods, do you?"
Josh chuckled. "Not quite. But I do know a place we can get what we need. Trust me."
Liam smirked. "If this ends with us wearing dresses, I'm blaming you, Josh."
As the morning sun climbed higher in the sky, Christian turned to his companions. "Alright, let's head to Camsbridge. It's only eight miles from here, and we need to get supplies. Plus, I need to retrieve my horse."
Liam nodded, adjusting his saddle. "Sounds like a plan. The group set off, the forest path gradually giving way to more familiar terrain. The ride was uneventful, and the camaraderie between the friends kept spirits high. By mid-morning, the rooftops of Camsbridge came into view, the town bustling with its usual activity.
Christian led them straight to the familiar tavern where Marigold and Harold had taken him in years ago. As they dismounted, the door swung open, and Marigold stood there, hands on her hips, a curious look on her face.
"Christian Lankford! Where have you been?" she called out, her tone a mix of relief and mild irritation.
Christian smiled sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. "It's a long story, Marigold. But I'm back now, and I need to get Butter Biscuit and some supplies."
Marigold's expression softened as she looked at him and his friends. "Well, you better come in and tell me all about it. Can't have you running off again without a proper meal."
The group followed Marigold inside, where the familiar warmth and aroma of the tavern instantly made Christian feel at home. They sat at a table near the hearth, and Marigold brought out a tray of bread, cheese, and ale.
"Start talking, young man," she said, fixing Christian with a stern but kind gaze.
Christian gave her a quick explanation, glossing over the more dangerous details. "We got caught up in some trouble, Marigold. But we're alright now, and we have a new mission ahead of us."
Marigold listened intently, her expression shifting from concern to understanding. "Well, I'm glad you're safe. And I see you brought friends this time." She turned to Josh, the only unfamiliar face. "And you must be Josh."
Josh nodded, smiling politely. "Nice to meet you, Marigold.
Marigold smiled warmly. "Any friend of Christian's is welcome here."
After they finished eating, Christian stood up. "Alright, let's get Butter Biscuit and those supplies."
Marigold nodded, handing him a small pouch. "Here, take this. It's not much, but it'll help you on your way."
Christian accepted it with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Marigold. For everything."
They headed to the stables behind the tavern, where Butter Biscuit greeted Christian with a familiar nicker. He patted the horse's neck, feeling a rush of affection for his old companion. "Missed you, buddy."
After saddling Butter Biscuit and loading up on supplies, they regrouped outside the tavern. Christian mounted his horse, looking around at his friends. "Alright, we're all set. Let's get back on the road."
As the group rode out of Camsbridge, their spirits high and their horses well-rested, the road stretched out before them, winding through lush green fields and dense forests. The sun was beginning to dip towards the horizon, casting long shadows across their path.
Just a mile outside of town, Christian noticed something nailed to a tree by the side of the road. He pulled Butter Biscuit to a halt and squinted at the object. "Hold on a second," he called to his friends. "What's that?"
Liam and Nate reined in their horses, and Josh followed suit, curiosity piqued. As they approached, it became clear that the object was a poster, flapping gently in the breeze. Christian dismounted and tore the poster from the tree, his eyes widening as he read its contents.
"Well, isn't this just grand," he muttered, holding up the poster for the others to see. It featured crude sketches of their faces with the bold heading: "WANTED: 100 GOLD COINS."
Liam leaned over Christian's shoulder, whistling softly. "They did a terrible job with my nose, but other than that, it's a decent likeness."
Nate chuckled, though there was an edge of nervousness in his voice. "I don't know if I should be flattered or worried."
Josh examined his own portrait on the poster. "I guess this means we're famous now," he said with a wry grin.
Christian crumpled the poster in his hand and shoved it into his saddlebag. "It also means we need to be extra careful. They're offering a lot of money for us."
"Maybe we should keep a lower profile," Josh suggested. "Avoid drawing any unnecessary attention until we figure out our next move."
Christian nodded. "Agreed. Let's stick to the less traveled paths and make sure we keep an eye out for any bounty hunters."
Suddenly, Christian halted Butter Biscuit and pointed ahead.
"Is that... Titus?" he whispered, eyes narrowing at the figure emerging from the trees.
Liam's face hardened, and before anyone could react, he pulled out his pistol, aiming it squarely at Titus. "You betrayed us, you mangy dog!" he yelled.
Nate reached out, trying to stop him. "Liam, don't!"
But it was too late. The gunshot echoed through the forest, and Titus stumbled back, clutching his side. With a pained cry, he turned and bolted into the woods, disappearing into the shadows.
"Where did he go?" Liam muttered, scanning the darkened forest. His finger hovered over the trigger, ready for another shot.
Just as the tension seemed to ebb, Titus erupted from the woods, launching himself at Liam with a guttural roar. The two men tumbled to the ground, a flurry of limbs and snarls. Josh reacted swiftly, drawing his dagger and rushing to Liam's aid.
With a swift, practiced motion, Josh plunged the blade into Titus's back. The attacker's eyes widened, a final gasp escaping his lips before he slumped lifelessly to the ground.
Christian and Nate hurried over, pulling a shaken Liam to his feet. "Are you alright?" Christian asked, concern etched on his face.
Liam winced, clutching his arm. "He bit me. The fool bit me!"
Josh wiped his dagger clean and nodded solemnly. "We need to keep moving. That gunshot will have drawn attention, and we can't afford to linger."
Nate looked at Liam's wound, a worried expression crossing his face. "We'll have to take care of that bite when we make camp. Let's hope it doesn't get infected."
They quickly mounted their horses, casting a final glance at Titus's body before riding off.
The group continued their journey, passing through the quiet village of Eastbury, Liam, had been unusually quiet, clutching his arm where Titus had bitten him. Christian glanced over, noticing his friend’s pallor. "Liam, are you alright?"
Liam tried to muster a smile, but it faltered. "Just a bit tired, that's all."
Nate frowned, his worry deepening. "We should check that bite as soon as we make camp."
But before they could find a suitable spot, Liam swayed in his saddle and abruptly fell off his horse, hitting the ground with a thud. Christian and Nate quickly dismounted, rushing to his side.
"Liam!" Christian exclaimed, shaking him gently. "Liam, can you hear me?"
Liam's eyes fluttered open, but they were wild and unfocused. He began to thrash, his breathing rapid and erratic. "Get... get away from me!" he shouted, struggling against his friends.
"He's having symptoms of rabies," Nate said, his voice filled with dread. "The bite must have been infected."
Josh knelt down beside them, his face grim. "We need to restrain him before he hurts himself or us."
Christian and Nate held Liam down as gently as they could, while Josh tied his hands with a length of rope. Liam's thrashing grew weaker, and he began to mumble incoherently, his eyes darting around in fear and confusion.
"Hang in there, Liam," Christian said softly, his heart aching for his friend.
They managed to make a makeshift camp by the roadside, laying Liam on a bedroll and trying to keep him as comfortable as possible. His condition worsened as the night wore on, his body convulsing with fever and his mind lost in a delirium.
"We need to find a healer," Nate said, desperation creeping into his voice. "There's no way we can treat this on our own."
Christian nodded, feeling a sense of helplessness he hadn't experienced before. "We'll leave at first light. There has to be someone in the next town who can help."
As they watched over Liam through the long, agonizing night, the gravity of their situation weighed heavily on them. They had faced many dangers before, but this was different. This was personal, and it was a fight they couldn't win with swords or cunning.
When dawn finally broke, Christian stood up, determination etched on his face. "Let's get moving. We need to save Liam."
The morning sun cast a warm glow over Greenglen as Christian, Nate, and Josh carefully lifted a still-weak Liam onto his horse. Butter Biscuit nuzzled Liam's leg, as if offering comfort.
"There's another healer I know," Josh said, adjusting Liam's position on the saddle. "She's not far from here. If we hurry, we can get there by midday. She might have something to help him recover fully."
Christian nodded. "Lead the way, Josh."
They set off once more, the urgency of their mission driving them forward. The path led them through thick woods and over gentle hills, until they reached a secluded cottage nestled beside a clear stream. Smoke curled lazily from the chimney, and the sound of a babbling brook created a tranquil atmosphere.
"This is it," Josh said, dismounting and helping Liam down. They approached the door, and Josh knocked gently.
A moment later, the door opened to reveal a serene woman with silver-streaked hair and a warm smile. "Josh," she greeted, her eyes lighting up. "What brings you here?"
"Ilara, we need your help," Josh replied. "Our friend Liam is in need of your healing."
Ilara's eyes softened as she took in Liam's condition. "Bring him inside," she instructed, stepping aside to let them in.
The inside of the cottage was filled with the earthy aroma of herbs and the gentle flicker of candlelight. Ilara guided them to a cot by the window and motioned for Liam to lie down. She immediately began examining him, her hands moving with practiced precision.
After a few moments, she nodded. "He's been through a lot, but I can help him. I have a special tonic that should restore his strength."
Ilara moved to a shelf lined with jars and bottles, selecting a few ingredients and mixing them into a bowl. She worked quickly, her movements confident and sure. Finally, she poured the mixture into a cup and brought it to Liam's lips.
"Drink this," she instructed softly.
Liam obeyed, wincing slightly at the bitter taste. Almost immediately, a look of relief washed over his face, and he relaxed into the cot.
"Thank you," Christian said, his voice full of gratitude.
Ilara smiled, her eyes twinkling with kindness. "It's my pleasure. He'll need rest, but he'll be alright."
As they began to gather their things to leave, Ilara leaned close to Liam and whispered something in his ear. Liam's eyes widened slightly, and he nodded, but he didn't say anything.
Curiosity piqued, Christian waited until they were outside to ask, "What did she say to you, Liam?"
Liam shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nothing important. Just some advice."
Christian raised an eyebrow but decided not to press further. They had more pressing matters to attend to, and for now, knowing that Liam was on the mend was enough.
The group rode out of Ilara's cottage and back onto the open road, their spirits buoyed by Liam's improving condition. The road was a well-trodden dirt path, meandering through the landscape like a ribbon of earth. Flanked on either side by wildflowers in full bloom, the vibrant colors of the petals danced in the gentle breeze. Poppies, daisies, and bluebells created a mosaic of reds, yellows, and blues, contrasting against the deep green of the grass.
To the left, the dense forest of Greenglen stretched endlessly, the towering oaks and pines standing like ancient guardians of the land. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor. The rustling leaves and occasional calls of woodland creatures added a layer of enchantment to the scene.
On their right, the land opened up into rolling hills that undulated gently towards the horizon. The hills were a lush green, dotted with clusters of trees and the occasional grazing deer. The distant peaks of a mountain range loomed on the edge of their vision, their snow-capped tops glistening under the midday sun.
A sparkling stream ran parallel to the road, its clear waters bubbling over smooth stones. The stream provided a soothing soundtrack to their journey, its gentle murmur a constant companion. Butter Biscuit often trotted close to its banks, occasionally dipping his head to drink from the cool, refreshing water.
As they continued, they passed through patches of farmland, where fields of wheat and barley swayed in the wind. Farmers could be seen in the distance, tending to their crops, and the smell of freshly tilled earth mingled with the scent of blooming flowers.
The sky above was a brilliant azure, with only a few wispy clouds drifting lazily across it. Birds soared high, their melodious songs adding to the symphony of nature that surrounded them. The sun's rays bathed the land in a warm, golden light, making the entire landscape seem to glow with life.
As they rode along the road, the tranquility was suddenly broken by the sound of voices up ahead. Christian signaled for the group to halt and they listened intently.
"Hey, Bert, take a gander at this!" a gruff voice exclaimed.
"What's it now, Aidan?" another voice replied, equally rough but with a hint of curiosity.
Christian, Nate, Josh, and Liam edged closer, careful to stay hidden behind a thick clump of bushes. They peered through the foliage and saw two country hunters standing by the road, examining a bounty poster nailed to a tree.
"Would ya look at this bunch?" Aidan said, squinting at the poster. "They got faces only a mother could love. And they’re worth 100 gold coins!"
Bert let out a low whistle. "That's more money than we’ve seen in our whole lives, Aidan. We could finally get that new wagon!"
Aidan nodded enthusiastically. "And maybe even some new boots. These ones are more holes than leather at this point."
Bert leaned in closer to scrutinize the drawings. "Hold on a second. Is that one supposed to be me?" he asked, pointing to the sketch of Josh. "He's got my nose!"
Aidan burst out laughing. "Nah, Bert, your nose is much bigger. Look at this one here," he said, pointing at Liam's sketch. "They got the eyes all wrong. He's got the crazy eyes, but not that crazy!"
Liam, hiding with the group, muttered under his breath, "I do not have crazy eyes."
Josh smirked. "At least they didn’t get my good side. Oh wait, I don’t have a bad side."
Christian suppressed a chuckle and whispered, "Stay quiet. Let's see what they're up to."
Bert scratched his head, still staring at the poster. "So, Aidan, how do we go about catching these fellas? They look like they might put up a fight."
Aidan shrugged, puffing out his chest. "We’ll use our superior cunning and wit, Bert. And if that fails, we’ll just run real fast and hope they trip."
Bert nodded thoughtfully. "Good plan, good plan. But what if they don’t trip?"
Aidan grinned, revealing a few missing teeth. "Then we’ll trip them ourselves. We’ll set traps! Like in those stories. We'll dig a big hole and cover it with leaves!"
Bert’s eyes lit up. "Oh, like the time you fell into the pig pen thinking it was a shortcut to the outhouse?"
Aidan frowned. "I told you not to bring that up again, Bert. Besides, this will be different. This time, it’ll work!"
Bert chuckled. "Alright, Aidan. Let’s find some good spots for our traps. And remember, we split the gold fifty-fifty. None of your fancy math this time."
Aidan clapped Bert on the back. "You got it, partner. Let’s catch ourselves some wanted men!"
"We'll need to set up a trap for them before they catch up to us," Christian said, scanning the terrain for a suitable spot. "There's a bend in the road up ahead. It looks perfect."
The group dismounted and quickly went to work. They dug a shallow pit, covered it with branches and leaves, and placed a few conspicuous rocks nearby to ensure Aidan and Bert would notice it. They even added a bit of bait—a shiny trinket dangling from a low branch above the pit.
"Alright, let’s hide and wait for them," Josh said, wiping dirt from his hands.
They concealed themselves behind thick bushes, Butter Biscuit standing quietly by. Before long, they heard the unmistakable voices of Aidan and Bert approaching.
"Remember, Bert," Aidan was saying, "we gotta be extra sneaky. These fellas ain’t no ordinary bandits."
Bert nodded sagely. "Right, Aidan. Extra sneaky."
As they reached the bend in the road, Aidan's eyes widened at the sight of the shiny trinket. "Would you look at that, Bert! Some fool left their treasure just hanging there!"
Bert squinted. "Looks suspicious, Aidan. Maybe it's a trap."
Aidan chuckled. "Nah, Bert. Only someone as clever as me would think to set a trap like that." He stepped forward confidently, reaching for the trinket.
The ground gave way beneath him, and with a startled yelp, Aidan tumbled into the pit. Bert, trying to catch him, tripped over one of the rocks and fell in after him, landing in a heap on top of Aidan.
Christian, Nate, Josh, and Liam watched in silence, stifling their amusement. Aidan and Bert scrambled to their feet, covered in dirt and leaves, their expressions a mix of confusion and embarrassment.
"I told you it was a trap!" Bert exclaimed, brushing off twigs.
Aidan glared at him. "And I told you to be extra sneaky! Now look at us, caught in our own trap!"
Bert sighed, looking around the pit. "Well, how do we get out of here?"
Aidan scratched his head. "I reckon we climb. Give me a boost, Bert."
Bert crouched down, forming a makeshift step with his hands. Aidan clambered up, grabbing onto the edge of the pit and pulling himself up. But just as he was about to make it out, he lost his grip and fell back down with a thud.
"Looks like maybe you're too weak," Aidan says.
Bert rolled his eyes. "Or maybe you're just too fat."
"Let's get out of here before they get out," Christian said, urging his friends to move quickly. They mounted their horses and galloped away, leaving the pit and its unfortunate occupants behind.
After some time, they arrived at a bustling town just outside the castle gates. The streets were lively with merchants, townsfolk, and the occasional noble preparing for the upcoming wedding. Christian led the group to a modest clothing shop, its windows displaying a variety of elegant garments.
Inside, they were greeted by a kindly shopkeeper. "How can I assist you today?" she asked with a warm smile.
"We need clothes for a wedding," Christian replied. The shopkeeper nodded and began showing them suitable outfits.
Christian selected a smart suit for himself, while Nate and Josh found appropriate attire as well. When it came time to find something for Liam, they realized their funds were running low.
Josh picked up a frilly dress and, trying to suppress a laugh, said, "Sorry, Liam. All we can afford is this dress."
Liam sighed, accepting his fate with good humor. "Alright, alright. But I’m picking the mask."
As they continued shopping, the shopkeeper suggested a corset to complete the look. With no other options and the masquerade theme providing some anonymity, Liam reluctantly agreed.
Outfitted in his dress and corset, Liam looked at himself in the mirror, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and resignation. "This better work," he muttered.
"It will," Christian assured him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "No one will recognize us at a masquerade."
With their new clothes and masks in hand, they stepped back out onto the lively streets.
They arrived at the castle, its grand halls decorated lavishly for the wedding. Guests in elaborate masks and elegant attire mingled, creating an air of mystery and celebration. Christian, Nate, Josh, and Liam, now dressed in their disguises, made their way through the crowd.
Josh and Liam headed to the refreshment table, where they each grabbed a drink. As they sipped their beverages, a well-dressed man with a confident air approached them.
"Thank you for coming," he said with a smile, extending his hand. "My name is Gaby, but I’m sure you know that. Who might you be?"
Josh, thinking quickly, responded with a grin, "We are the Fabulous Finleys, and we are very happy to be here."
Gaby's eyes twinkled with amusement as he turned to Liam. "I’m assuming this fine lady is your wife?"
Josh nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, indeed, this is my lovely wife."
Liam, doing his best to play along, curtsied and said in the highest voice he could muster, "A pleasure to meet you, good sir."
Gaby chuckled, clearly entertained. "Well, it’s wonderful to have you both here. Enjoy the festivities!" He moved on to greet other guests, leaving Josh and Liam to breathe a sigh of relief.
Josh hurried over to Christian, a determined look in his eyes. "I'm going to shoot Gaby before he says 'I do.' What do you think?"
Christian shook his head. "I think we should have a better plan. Maybe we get Elaina out of here before they get married."
Josh frowned, considering Christian’s words. "Alright, but we need to move fast. The ceremony is starting soon."
Christian nodded, a plan forming in his mind. "We'll create a diversion to draw the guards away, then sneak Elaina out. Nate and Liam can handle the diversion, while we get Elaina to safety."
Christian and Josh quickly found Nate and Liam, pulling them aside to explain the new plan.
"We need a diversion to draw the guards away while we sneak Elaina out," Christian said.
Liam's eyes lit up with an idea. "We could perform a Shakespeare play. That would distract everyone!"
Nate looked skeptical. "I don’t know any plays."
Liam grinned. "Don't worry, I do. We just need to improvise a bit."
Nate sighed but nodded. "Alright, let’s give it a shot. Just tell me what to do."
Christian clapped Nate on the shoulder. "You two create the best distraction you can. We’ll handle getting Elaina out of here."
Christian and Josh navigated the bustling halls, slipping past guests and guards as they made their way to Elaina's room. When they reached the door, they found it unlocked. Christian gave Josh a nod, and they quietly stepped inside.
Elaina, dressed in a beautiful gown, was sitting by the window, looking out at the moonlit garden. She turned as they entered, her eyes widening in surprise. "Josh!" she exclaimed, rushing over to him. "What are you doing here?"
Josh embraced her. "Elaina, we’re here to stop the wedding and get you out of here."
Elaina glanced over Josh's shoulder at Christian, who stood a few steps behind. "Who is he?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and caution.
Josh pulled back and gestured to Christian. "This is Christian. He’s a friend, and he’s here to help us."
Christian stepped forward, offering a reassuring smile. "It’s nice to meet you, Elaina. We don’t have much time. We need to get you out of here before the ceremony starts."
Elaina shook her head, her eyes filled with worry. "Aiden won’t let me leave unless I marry Gaby. He told me that he would kill my little sister Suzanna if I tried to escape."
Christian and Josh exchanged a troubled glance. Josh squeezed Elaina’s hand. "We won’t let that happen. We’ll find a way to protect Suzanna too."
Christian nodded, determination in his eyes. "First, we get you to safety. Then we’ll figure out how to rescue Suzanna."
Elaina took a deep breath, her fear giving way to a flicker of hope. "Alright. What’s the plan?"
Christian quickly explained their escape route and the diversion Nate and Liam were setting up. "Once the diversion starts, we’ll use the chaos to slip out through the servant’s passage."
Elaina nodded, her resolve firming. "Let’s do it."
The play started with Nate and Liam taking center stage, their makeshift costumes adding to the absurdity of the scene. They had chosen to perform a comedic rendition of Romeo and Juliet, with Liam as Juliet and Nate as Romeo. The guests, curious and intrigued, gathered around to watch.
Liam, in his frilly dress and corset, took a dramatic pose on the makeshift balcony. "Oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" he intoned, his voice comically high-pitched.
Nate, trying to suppress his laughter, knelt below. "Juliet, my love! I am here, beneath your balcony, but worry not—I bring thee mushroom bread!"
Liam, pretending to swoon, leaned over the edge. "Mushroom bread? Oh Romeo, thou knowest it is my favorite!" He reached for the imaginary bread, took an exaggerated bite, and immediately began to wobble. "Oh, Romeo, I feel... I feel... light as a feather!"
The crowd erupted in laughter as Liam pretended to float and twirl, his "high" antics growing more ridiculous by the moment. He stumbled and leaned over the edge of the balcony, his eyes wide and unfocused. "Romeo, I see stars! And... and is that a talking horse?"
Nate played along, eyes wide with mock concern. "Juliet, thou art hallucinating! The mushrooms have taken their toll. Fear not, I shall save thee!" He made exaggerated motions as if trying to catch Liam, who was flailing dramatically.
Liam continued his antics, now pretending to see various imaginary creatures. "Oh, Romeo! There’s a dragon! And... and a singing squirrel!" He pointed to random spots in the crowd, eliciting more laughter from the guests.
Nate shook his head, feigning exasperation. "Juliet, my love, thou art a mess. Come down, and I shall carry thee away from these fantastical visions!"
Liam, still pretending to be high, stumbled down the balcony steps and into Nate’s arms. "Oh, Romeo, thou art my hero! But beware the talking horse! It knows our secrets!"
The guests, thoroughly entertained, clapped and cheered as Nate and Liam continued their exaggerated bows. But the performance was far from over.
Liam, still in character as Juliet, suddenly clutched his chest and stumbled dramatically. "Oh, Romeo! The mushrooms... they take my life! I feel the cold embrace of death!" He fell to his knees, his eyes wide with mock terror.
Nate, as Romeo, rushed to his side, eyes wide with feigned horror. "No, Juliet! Thou must not die! Take this bread, perhaps it shall save thee!" He held out another piece of imaginary mushroom bread.
Liam shook his head weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. "It is too late... I go to the great beyond. Farewell, my love... remember me." With a final, dramatic gasp, Liam collapsed to the ground, motionless.
The crowd gasped, then burst into applause, some wiping away tears of laughter.
Nate, looking mournful, turned to the crowd. "Oh, cruel fate! To lose my love to such a tragic end!" He glanced at the piece of mushroom bread in his hand, a mischievous glint in his eye. "If this bread took her from me, then I shall join her in the afterlife!" With that, he pretended to eat the imaginary bread, chewing dramatically.
Moments later, Nate started to wobble, clutching his stomach. "Oh no... the mushrooms! I feel their power!" He stumbled around the stage, mimicking Liam's earlier antics. "Juliet! I see you! And... and a talking horse! Wait, is that a dragon?" He pointed at random spots, his eyes wide and unfocused.
The guests roared with laughter, completely absorbed in the absurd performance.
As Nate's hallucinations grew more ridiculous, he suddenly clutched his chest and collapsed next to Liam. "Juliet, I come to thee! Together, we shall roam the afterlife, hand in hand." With that, he fell still, lying motionless beside Liam.
The crowd erupted in applause, some people standing and cheering. Nate and Liam, unable to hold their poses any longer, sprang up and took their bows, soaking in the audience's appreciation.
Meanwhile, Christian, Josh, and Elaina moved swiftly through the servant’s passage, their footsteps barely making a sound on the stone floor. The echoes of laughter and applause from the courtyard faded behind them, replaced by the quiet hum of the castle’s hidden corridors.
Finally, they emerged into the cool night air, the moon casting a silvery glow over the castle grounds. They spotted the stable nearby, where several horses were tied up, ready for a quick getaway.
Christian quickly untied a chestnut horse, while Josh helped Elaina onto a sleek black mare. Josh swung up behind her, and with a nod from Christian, they spurred their horses into a gallop, racing away from the castle.
The night air whipped past them as they rode through the fields, the sound of hooves pounding against the earth. They didn’t slow down until they were a safe distance from the castle, the towering structure now a distant silhouette against the night sky.
They reached a small grove of trees and finally reined in their horses, breathing heavily from the frantic ride. Elaina slid down from the horse, her face a mix of relief and determination.
"We did it," she said, her voice trembling slightly. "But we can’t stop now. We have to rescue Suzanna. Aiden will never let her go willingly."
Leading the group was a tall, imposing figure: Gaby Baby, the highwayman Elaina was supposed to marry. Beside him was Jack, and behind them were several of the king's guards. To Christian's horror, Nate and Liam were tied up and slung across two horses, looking battered but alive.
Gaby grinned, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? Trying to steal my bride, are you?" He glanced at Elaina, who glared back defiantly. "I must say, it’s quite romantic. But unfortunately for you, it’s also quite foolish."
Christian tightened his grip on his horse's reins, his mind racing. They were outnumbered and outmatched, but he couldn't let Elaina be taken back.
Josh stepped forward, his voice steady despite the tension. "Let Elaina go, Gaby. She doesn't want to marry you."
Gaby laughed, a harsh, grating sound. "What Elaina wants is irrelevant. The king has decreed our marriage, and what the king wants, he gets." He looked at Josh with contempt. "And who are you to challenge the king's wishes? Just a poor, lovesick fool."
Josh's jaw clenched, but he didn't back down. "I may be a poor fool, but I’m not going to let you take her without a fight."
Gaby raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what exactly do you propose, little man? A duel? Here and now?"
Josh shook his head, determination in his eyes. "Not here. At the castle. If you’re as brave as you think you are, you’ll face me there."
For a moment, Gaby looked surprised, then he threw his head back and laughed. "A duel at the castle? How quaint. But very well, I accept your challenge. It will be my pleasure to show everyone just how foolish you are."
He turned to the guards. "Take them back to the castle. Make sure they’re secure. We wouldn’t want them running off again before our little duel, now would we?"
The guards moved forward, binding Christian, Josh, and Elaina’s hands before leading them back toward the castle. As they rode, Christian exchanged a grim look with Josh. This was not how they had planned things, but perhaps, just perhaps, they could turn this to their advantage.
The sun had barely crested the ancient stone battlements when the castle courtyard began to fill with an expectant throng. The air was electric, buzzing with whispers and the occasional unrestrained guffaw as bets were placed and loyalties loudly declared. At the heart of it all stood Josh, his fingers nervously adjusting the leather straps of his dueling vest. The weight of the pistol felt unfamiliar at his side—a grim reminder of the absurdity he'd been roped into.
"Friends! Foes! Gabe's voice boomed across the cobblestones as he mounted a makeshift stage, guitar in hand. With a mischievous glint in his eye and an undeniable swagger, he strummed a jaunty tune that immediately hushed the crowd. "Gather 'round and witness history," he crooned, "For today we'll see poor Joshie's end wrought by my trusty hand!"
A collective cheer erupted from the spectators; their excitement palpable. Some danced along to Gabe's macabre ditty while others simply shook their heads in disbelief. It was clear that Gabe relished every moment of adoration, his voice growing louder as he sang of impending doom and gunsmoke.
Josh could only roll his eyes beneath his mask. This was no longer about honor or settling scores; it had become another one of Gabe's performances—a spectacle where even life and death played second fiddle to his insatiable need for attention.
Then, the time for music ended, and the pistols were drawn. The duelists took their places, back-to-back, hearts pounding in time with each measured step they took away from each other. The crowd held its breath, counting down the paces.
"Fire!"
The shot rang out, a thunderous crack that could have woken the dead. Josh felt a sear of heat scorch past him, but he did not flinch. Instead, a figure crumpled to the ground, blood blossoming like a gruesome rose upon his shirt. Groans and gasps mingled with the silence that followed, as Gabe approached the fallen duelist with a triumphant smirk plastered across his face.
"Looks like the hero of the hour is..." Gabe's voice trailed off as he reached down to unmask the wounded man, revealing not Josh's familiar features, but those of Liam. Eyes half-closed and voice barely above a whisper, Liam chuckled weakly. "Gotcha..."
It was then that Gabe's gloating was cut short by a presence behind him—an unexpected shadow. Before he could turn, Josh emerged from the crowd, his own pistol raised. With a deft pull of the trigger, Gabe staggered, a look of utter disbelief painted across his face as he realized he had been duped. The cheers turned to shocked murmurs, and then to laughter, as the true mastermind behind this twist stood tall.
"Seems you're not the only one who can put on a show, Gabe," Josh said coolly, holstering his weapon and rushing to Liam's side. The crowd erupted into applause, not for the violence or the deceit, but for the cunning and bravery that had turned the tables on the day's grim entertainment.
Gaby fell to the ground, lifeless, his triumphant smirk replaced by a blank stare.
Christian and Nate rushed to Liam’s side, their expressions filled with concern and dread. Liam lay on the cold cobblestones, blood seeping from his wound, his breaths shallow and labored. Christian knelt beside him, gently lifting his friend's head.
"Liam, stay with us," Christian urged, his voice choked with emotion.
Liam’s eyes fluttered open, and he managed a weak smile. "Christian... Nate..." he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t have long anyway... about a month or two, the healer told me."
Christian’s eyes widened in shock. "What? Why didn’t you tell us?"
Liam coughed, blood bubbling at the corners of his mouth. "The rabies... they were killing me... slowly. There was nothing the healer could do. I didn’t want you to worry... didn’t want to be a burden."
Nate’s eyes filled with tears as he gripped Liam’s hand. "You’re not a burden, Liam. You’re my brother."
Liam’s smile grew faint. "I wanted to go out... doing something good. Helping you... saving Elaina. I’m glad... I got to see it through."
Josh, standing over them, his own eyes glistening with unshed tears, nodded. "You’re a hero, Liam. We couldn’t have done this without you."
Liam’s breathing grew more ragged, each breath a struggle. "Promise me... you’ll look after each other."
Christian squeezed Liam’s hand, his own voice breaking. "We promise, Liam."
Liam’s eyes began to close, his strength fading. "Thank you... for everything. Goodbye... my friends."
With one final, shuddering breath, Liam’s body went still. Christian, Nate, and Josh knelt there, the weight of their loss pressing down on them. The crowd, sensing the gravity of the moment, fell silent in respect.
King Aiden, flanked by Queen Avarie, Elaina, and Suzanna, stepped forward, clapping slowly, a smug grin on his face. "What a show! Truly amazing!" he declared, his voice booming across the courtyard. The crowd, still buzzing from the excitement, erupted into cheers.
"Such bravery, such cunning!" Aiden continued, his eyes twinkling with false admiration. "I must say, I’m impressed. You’ve certainly given us all something to talk about for years to come."
As Aiden's voice droned on, Josh's gaze locked onto Elaina and Suzanna, their faces pale and fearful. He couldn't stand it any longer. The injustice, the loss of Liam, it all boiled inside him until he could no longer contain it. In a swift, decisive motion, Josh drew his gun.
A single, deafening shot rang out, silencing the crowd. King Aiden staggered, a look of shock and disbelief spreading across his face. He clutched his chest, blood seeping through his fingers, before collapsing to the ground.
Queen Avarie screamed, her tiny frame trembling with terror. "Guards! Seize them!" she shrieked, her voice filled with panic.
But before the guards could react, Josh grabbed Elaina’s hand. "Run!" he shouted.
Christian and Nate sprang into action, grabbing Suzanna and leading the way through the chaotic courtyard. The crowd, stunned by the sudden violence, parted like the Red Sea, allowing the group to dash through unimpeded.
As they ran, Christian glanced back, seeing Aiden's lifeless body and Avarie’s furious face. They had done it—they had struck a blow against tyranny—but they knew their fight was far from over.
They reached the castle gates, their breaths ragged, and burst out into the open. The horses they had prepared earlier were still there, pawing the ground impatiently. Without wasting a second, they mounted and spurred their steeds into a gallop.
The countryside blurred past them as they rode, the wind whipping through their hair. The adrenaline coursing through their veins dulled the pain of their losses and fears. They had escaped, but they knew the king’s forces would soon be on their trail.
They rode hard and fast, not daring to slow down until the castle was a distant memory. Finally, as they reached a secluded grove, they reined in their horses, allowing them to rest. Christian looked around at his friends, their faces a mix of determination and sorrow.
"We did it," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "But we still have a long way to go."
Elaina nodded, holding Suzanna close. "We’ll make it. Together."
"Yes, we will," Josh said, his voice filled with determination. He dismounted his horse and walked over to Elaina, taking her hand gently in his. Her eyes, filled with gratitude and relief, met his.
"Elaina," Josh began, his voice softening as he looked into her eyes. "We’ve been through so much together, and there’s still so much more ahead of us. But I can’t imagine facing it without you by my side."
Elaina’s eyes widened, her breath catching as she realized what he was about to say.
"Will you marry me?" Josh asked, his voice steady and sincere. "Not because of any king’s decree, but because I love you, and I want to spend my life with you."
Tears welled up in Elaina’s eyes, and she smiled, nodding as she threw her arms around him. "Yes, Josh. Yes, I will marry you."