I hope you all are enjoying the stories. Please, comment if you are. But if you aren’t, all you have to do is ask me to stop. I don’t mean to be overbearing, but I’m having too much fun with these little writing projects. If you so desire, you may listen to the song that inspired me to write this story here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ssHxZABrpE
“Sir, there’s a lad up the road who asked to see you… better come quick.”
Is something wrong? (Click to continue)
You follow the scout further up the road to a place where a young man is reclining against a tree. It isn’t until after you get close that you notice the blood.
“Well, sir, they… they got me.” He says with his hands covering the hole in his stomach. “Might’ve taken my life, but they won’t… they won’t have my spirit.”
“What do you mean?” You ask, looking over his broken body, “Who did this?”
“Oh, some men did it… Doesn’t it seem strange?” He struggles to say through the pain. “Doesn’t it seem strange that man’s worst enemy is his fellow man?” He tries to spit, but only blood comes out. “Some faithless mercenaries wanted me to fight for them. Told ‘em… Told ‘em I serve my country. Told ’em that my loyalty weren’t for sale. That’s… that’s why they did this.”
Is there anything I can do to help? (Click to continue)
Or
Well, tough luck son. (Click to end event)
“Yes, just… please, just hand me my harp.”
It’s then, following the boy’s gesture, that you see a harp on the ground lying next to a sword.
“T’was my fathers… the sword, I mean. My mother,” he says with tears welling in his eyes.” M-my mother gave me that harp for my birthday. Sh-sh-she… She would ask me to play it for her s-sometimes. Please… hand it here.
Hand the boy his harp. (Click to continue)
Or
Take the sword, and sell the harp at the next town. (Click to gain 100 crowns, an arming sword, and end the event)
“Here you go son, here’s your harp.”
You spend the next few moments with the lad, who was spending his last. He began to play the harp, and he whispered a sad song, a sweet song, about a man’s love for and loyalty to his people. A song of freedom and hope… and, when the final verse had been sung, he calmly drew his last breath and passed into the next world.
… Rest In Peace …
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