This was just a story that i decided to start when i got writers block on another story. I'm not massively impressed with myself for it, but i'm hoping maybe someone else will be. Enjoy!

The Heart of a Knight

I was only a boy, a page to be exact, when my father was murdered. I had tried and tried many times since that terrible day to clear my mind of how my father looked when he lay crumpled up on the ground, but everything I did was useless.

It was on a bitter, murky day, and the Sun had disappeared behind a blanket of shadowy clouds. I gazed up at my Father admiringly. He was my hero, my one, and only hero. To me, he was the perfect knight, the perfect dad, and the perfect role model, but today, he looked tired and weak. I knew why, too. He was to face the greatest champion in all the land, but in my book, he was nothing compared to my father.

I gave him a puzzled look, “Why are you so worried, Father? Don’t you have faith that you can win? Don’t be concerned over your life. I’m sure that you’ll defeat him.”

He smiled at me half-heartedly, “Thank you, my boy, but ‘tis not my life I fear for.”
Again, I looked at him in confusion, “Then, why are you so unhappy?”

“To be truthful,” he came to kneel in front of me, “I fear for you. I fear what will happen to you if I don’t succeed in defeating my opponent.”

“Do not fear for me, for I am training to be great knight like you. I can take care of myself if anything goes wrong, but I know for sure that with your skill, you will defeat your enemy.” I said it confidently. I had all the faith and love of the world in my father, and not even the greatest champion could overcome it.

He patted my head, “Yes, God will help me through this.”

I shook my head, “No. You will get yourself through this, not your God.”

My father smiled warmly at me, “God is all-powerful. He will deliver me if it is His will.”

I sighed. I loved my father dearly, but the only thing that separated us from one another was his belief in his God, “If you desire to trust this God, then you may.”

He grinned, and kissed me on the forehead and cheek, “Thank you, my son, for your consent, my dear, dear, Todd. I love you, and I hope that we will someday see eye-to-eye.”

“I assure you, Father, I am growing quickly. You can ask Tony. He says that someday, I’ll be taller than Goliath.”

He chuckled, “No, my dear Todd. That is not what I mean. Hopefully someday you will understand what I mean.”

I leaned forward and kissed my father on the cheek, “I know that I will, Father.”

He placed a hand on my warm cheek, and then pulled my head towards his. When our foreheads touched, he stopped and gazed into my eyes, “I know that you are a good boy, and you will train hard to be the best knight you can be.”

“I promise I will be,” I vowed to him, and had every intention of keeping it.

My father stood up, and continued to put on his armor. I watched in longing as he buckled on his belt, and then hooked his sword onto it. It was a beautiful sword. Every little detail was expertly carved by the local silversmith in the village of Rigel. It had gold etched into it to add to beauty, but its value did not decrease there. It was perfectly balanced when tested sitting on your finger beside the handle on the blade. I envied him for it, and I only hoped that one day Rigel could love me as much as they did my father.

“It’s time,” I heard my father’s deep voice, and I raised my eyes to his loving, pleasant face.

I stood up from my seat on the wooden bench. I followed my father out of the tent doorway, and out into the blistery, dim day. I gazed up at the sky, and swallowed hard. I reached out a clammy hand to tug on what little I could see of my Father’s garment from underneath his heavy armor.

He turned to me with a note of pain ringing through his gaze.

“Can I play knights and bandits with you when you return?” I asked weakly, due to lack of better last words.

The pain increased.

“I promise,” he said.

And somewhere within me, I knew he meant it. But beside that thought, I also knew that that would never happen.

Yeah, like i said. It's not that good. But feel free to r and r to let me know what u think.