Royal Blood Complete Series Box Set

by August Davies

  The barbarian went to his knees, his eyes glassy, red blood soaking his winter coat. He tried to utter a word but nothing came out. The barbarian fell face first into the dirt, his body drained of life.

  Darkan finally let go of his breath. He put away the third arrow that was already nocked and ready to go. He wouldn't it need anymore.

  Darkan left his hiding spot and calmed down the horse, whispering into his ear. He went over the dead body and inspected his clothing, digging through his winter pelts.

  Nothing of significance.

  “Was he a scout, Darkan?” a voice asked from behind.

  “Must be,” Darkan replied.

  Garel came through the trees wearing the same dark tunic as Darkan. The Rangers always hunted in pairs. “What does it mean?”

  Darkan picked up the battle axe and examined it. Dried blood had stained the blade. “There could be a larger party looking to invade the kingdom.”

  “Should we alert our brothers?”

  Darkan shook his head. “Not yet. Let's first see if there are anymore scouts we need to take care of.”

  Garel agreed. “How many could there be?”

  Darkan grabbed a few of the pelts off the barbarian and stowed them in his sack. He could sell them at the castle for an easy profit. “If I were them, I'd send out a couple at least. They could cover more ground and be able to report back more information to their leader.”

  Darkan looked out towards the edge of the forest. “We should check the opposite end of the forest.”

  Garel nodded.

  The two set out deeper into the forest, walking five feet apart. The Rangers never left a trace.

  Darkan bent down and examined the trunk of a tree. A piece of bark had been scraped away just slightly.

  Garel looked over Darkan's shoulder. “He's moving west.”

  Darkan nodded and moved on. The forest was unusually quiet today. No birds or animals making noises. Sunlight broke through the tree cover.

  It wasn't long before Darkan and Garel found the second scout. The barbarian moved through the woods slowly, looking around for any sign of activity. His eyes peered in the direction of Darkan and Garel but they weren't discovered. Their dark outfits were the perfect camouflage.

  Darkan pulled out his bow again and nocked an arrow. He placed the barbarian in his sights but Garel placed his hand on Darkan's and pulled the bow down.

  Garel wanted to take the kill and Darkan couldn't argue since he had the last one. He nodded and put his bow away.

  Garel crept towards the barbarian, making sure to stay out of his wandering sight. He pulled out two silver curved daggers with ornate handles. Garel was only a foot away from the barbarian's back and he didn't even notice.

  The first dagger cut through the barbarian's throat like butter. Blood shot out in an arc. His second dagger drilled into his victim's back. The barbarian was already going down as Garel twisted the dagger in his back.

  The whole affair was over in seconds.

  “Good job, Garel,” Darkan said. He searched through the body and found nothing noteworthy. The only weapon on him was a old beat up club.

  The barbarian tribes over the hills used crude weapons that would barely stand up in battle. They didn't rely on their weapons so much as they did on their numbers. The Kingdom of Rian didn't have a great army anymore since the War of Swords. If the barbarian tribes united, the kingdom could be in grave danger.

  But Darkan wasn't worried. The civil wars between the tribes still raged on and the chances of unification were slim at best.

  Nothing he saw today changed his mind. Two scouts seemingly from the same tribe barely constituted a threat. Not even worth reporting to the King.

  “Shall we keep hunting?” Garel asked, wiping the blood off his blades and sheathing them.

  “I didn't see any signs of anymore scouts. We should go back and get some food.”

  Garel nodded and they set off back to camp.

  Chapter Four

  Darkan and Garel followed the smell of the fire through the woods until they made it to camp.

  The Rangers of the Old Forest lived simply. Small green tents were situated in a circle formation around a small campfire. A little pot hung from iron over the fire, stew bubbling within.

  Two Rangers sat around the fire with a wooden bowl and spoon in their hand. Belim was big and round. A real brute that you wouldn't want to mess with. He could also eat more than all the Rangers combined.

  Farondil sat on the opposite side of Belim. He was second to Darkan and they disagreed on almost every subject. He kept his blonde hair short and had softer features than Darkan but was just as strong.

  “There better be some food. I'm starving,” Garel said, putting down his pack.

  “Don't worry, Garel, I ate it all.” Belim let out a howling laugh that echoed throughout the forest.

  “If that were true, Belim, I would've already slayed you,” Garel said, slipping his dagger out and pointing it at Belim's protruding belly. Garel moved to the stew and poked a piece of beef with the tip of his knife. He closed his eyes and savored the taste. “This is very good, Belim.”

  Belim nodded and continued eating.

  Garel took a bowl and spooned enough stew to satisfy his hunger. Darkan came up right behind and did the same. They both sat down on a log around the fire.

  “You might want to get out of Belim's splash zone,” Farondil said, pointing to the mess of food that stained Belim's green tunic.

  Darkan laughed and scooted his log further away.

  “Nobody should be told how to eat,” Belim proudly stated.

  “Did you find anything out there?” Farondil asked.

  Darkan sipped the stew and agreed with Garel's assessment on the quality. Belim had gotten a lot better at cooking. “Found two scouts. Took care of them,” Darkan said, returning to his dinner.

  “Any evidence of others?”

  Darkan shook his head. “Not that Garel and I could see.”

  “What are those savages planning?” Belim asked.

  Garel pretended his spoon was a dagger. “Let them come! I'll slice through them all.” He swung his spoon through the air.

  “Don't get ahead of yourself, Garel. The barbarians were just doing their usual scouting mission. And thanks to the Rangers of the Old Forest, they'll get no information from us,” Darkan said.

  Garel looked around. “Where is Demorac?”

  Farondil pointed his spoon to the forest. “Said he smelled something fishy and went to go check it out.”

  “Probably smelled Belim and wanted to get out of here.” Garel laughed.

  Belim was too busy eating to care for insults.

  “Should we be on high alert, Darkan?” Farondil asked.

  “It can't hurt. We should probably have two men on watch tonight just in case,” Darkan replied.

  “What about the King?”

  “What about him?”

  Farondil leaned forward on his log. “Should we notify him?”

  “For two lousy scouts? If even that's what they were. They could've been deserters for all we know.”

  Farondil shrugged. “Wouldn't want the King to get angry because we neglected our duties.”

  Darkan ate a spoonful of stew. He hated to admit it but Farondil was probably right. “It's too late to see the King tonight but I'll see him first thing in the morning.”

  Farondil relaxed on his log, satisfied. Any concession by Darkan no matter how small was win in Farondil's book.

  Their quiet dinner was soon interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Someone was moving fast through the forest and they were headed straight for the camp. Darkan put his bowl down and stood up. The rest of the Rangers did the same.

  Darkan grabbed his bow in preparation of an enemy. Garel unsheathed his daggers. Belim took one last bite of stew and swung his heavy warhammer onto his shoulder. Farondil pulled his fine rapier out of his scabbard.

  Demorac came crashing through the forest.
An arrow was stuck in his left bicep, blood soaking the dark green tunic. “Brothers! A raid!”

  Demorac stopped at their feet and bent down to one knee to catch his breath.

  “Slow down, Demorac,” Darkan said, relaxing his bow. “Tell us what happened.”

  Demorac took a deep breath. “I was scouting near Icebor when I saw the barbarians attack.”

  “How many?” Farondil asked.

  “At least two dozen,” Demorac replied.

  The brothers looked at one another with big eyes.

  Darkan gripped his bow tight. “What are we waiting for? Those people need our help.”

  Belim scratched his bald scalp. “But going against two dozen barbarians? It's suicide.”

  Farondil stepped forward. “I recommend we alert the King. With reinforcements we can help them.”

  Darkan shook his head. “By the time we get reinforcements and get back to the village it will already be too late. We're Rangers of the Old Forest. We can't run with our tails between our legs.”

  Darkan put his bow forward. “Are you with me?”

  The Rangers weren't cowards. They all nodded and put their weapons forth.

  Chapter Five

  Aiden and his mother froze in place and listened to the commotion outside. Another yell of “enemy raid” confirmed it.

  They both went into the living room to find Raldar taking out an old sword from a scabbard. The blade gleamed in the light as he examined its edge. The sword had been in their family for generations but Raldar never had a reason to use it before.

  Until today.

  Tears formed in Eliden's eyes. “My love, you're not going out there to fight are you?”

  Raldar lowered his sword. “I must fight for this village. And for my family.”

  “Don't go, Father.” Aiden fell at his feet. “You'll die!”

  Raldar put his hand on Aiden's head. “Don't worry, I'll be back. I promise you. Protect your mother.”

  Aiden heard his words but he didn't believe them.

  Raldar went to the door. “Stay inside. Lock this door and don't open it for anyone except for me.”

  Eliden nodded and helped Aiden back to his feet.

  Raldar opened the door and Aiden got a glimpse of horses racing past and screams of villagers in the distance.

  And then he was gone.

  Eliden went to the door and braced it with a wood plank. He wiped the tears from his cheek. “Get to the kitchen, Aiden.”

  Aiden aimlessly walked into the kitchen and collapsed at the table. “What can we do, Mother?”

  “We stay here until your father returns.”

  “What if they get in here?”

  Eliden opened a drawer and pulled out some very large knives. “We protect ourselves.” She handed one to Aiden.

  Aiden moved the knife from hand to hand, testing the weight and balance. “I don't know if we're going to make it out of this, Mother.”

  “I won't let anyone hurt you.”

  A banging at the front door silenced them. Aiden went to get up. “It could be father.”

  Eliden pushed Aiden back down to the chair. She moved in front of her son and held her knife up. “It's not your father.”

  The door bent inwards as someone outside slammed against it. Aiden and his mother could only watch in terror. The wooden bar would only hold for so long.

  The door splintered into pieces as a large barbarian with a club burst through. Aiden and Eliden screamed.

  The barbarian grinned a mouth of rotten teeth and slowly moved towards the two of them. “Don't worry, I'll be gentle.”

  He let out a cackling laugh that sent a chill down Aiden's spine.

  Eliden pushed Aiden behind her. “Run now. I'll take care of him.”

  “I can't leave you alone, Mother!”

  Eliden looked back at Aiden. “Go to the forest. I'll be right behind you.”

  Aiden shook his head over and over again. His eyes watered up and he could barely see.

  “Go!” Eliden screamed. “I won't tell you again.”

  His mother had never screamed like that before. Aiden stood up and went to the window in the kitchen. It was just big enough for one person to fit through. He unlocked the window and it swung outwards.

  Aiden looked back at his mother and the barbarian circling each other. He knew that his mother wouldn't be able to handle the barbarian alone. But his mother would surely die if he stayed. If he ran away it would give his mother a chance to run too.

  He jumped through the window and landed in a pile of hay next to their hut. Horses galloped past him. He stood up to see a villager in a field get stabbed through the chest with a spear from a mounted barbarian.

  Chapter Six

  There was chaos everywhere Aiden looked. He spotted the Old Forest and saw a path that looked free of barbarians. When his mother escaped, she would hopefully see the same thing.

  Aiden sprinted in the direction of the trees. He jumped over a bloody corpse and spotted a barbarian coming his way but he hadn't been noticed yet. Aiden ducked into one of the huts and waited for the barbarian to pass.

  He noticed a body laying next to him. He didn't want to look down at it but he couldn't help himself.

  Hugo the stable boy lay there, his eyes open and lifeless. A large chunk of flesh had been taken out of his shoulder. He wasn't going to be getting up ever again.

  Aiden closed his eyes tight. He wanted to mourn his first crush but there was no time. He had to get to safety and meet up with her mother. Aiden peeked outside the hut and saw that the coast was clear.

  “Take a deep breath, Aiden,” he told himself. “You can do this.”

  Aiden took his own advice and then flew out of the hut. He ran as fast as his legs would allow him. Bodies were piled up all around as he went by. Aiden hoped that his father wasn't one of them.

  He was close to the forest when he heard shouting behind him. He turned around to see two barbarians moving towards him.

  Aiden let out a blood-curdling scream as he scrambled to the tree line.

  The two barbarians broke into a sprint for the man as they chased him into the forest. “Where are you going?”

  Aiden could hear them yelling at him to stop. He ignored them as he ran through the trees. The sun barely made it through the canopy of foliage, making it too dark to see where his pursuers were.

  The will to survive propelled Aiden faster and faster. Their shouts were farther and farther behind him as he made his way deeper into the Old Forest.

  A thick root ruined everything.

  Aiden toppled face first into the cool soil of the forest. It took him a moment to shake the daze from his eyes. Then he remembered he was in mortal danger.

  He flipped over to find the two barbarians hovering over him.

  The uglier one with a scar over his eyes dropped his club to the ground. “You're fast” he muttered.

  “Please don't hurt me!” Aiden pleaded.

  The two barbarians looked at each other and let out a howling laughter.

  Aiden hoped his death would be quick.

  Chapter Seven

  The Rangers of the Old Forest rushed to the village of Icebor. The sounds of battle in the distance excited them.

  Darkan led his brothers to the edge of Icebor and stopped them. “Hold here, Rangers.”

  Blood dripped from Demorac's wound. Darkan knew he should've stayed behind but there was no telling him.

  Garel wiped his blonde hair from his eyes. “What's the plan, boss?”

  Darkan looked out at the village. Barbarians were everywhere, raiding, lighting homes on fires, and killing anyone that lived.

  “I want you each in groups of two. Garel and Belim together. Demorac and Farondil.”

  The other rangers looked at one another. “And what about you, Darkan?” Farondil asked.

  Darkan ignored the question at first. “I want you to spread out around the village. Contain the barbarians to inside the village. Save anyone you ca
n.” Darkan looked at Farondil. “I will take out any barbarians that happen to escape. Am I clear?”