Legends of Caspian: An Ancient Warrior

"Who are you?" Caspian said drawing his sword.
"Maximilian I am," the small man said. He crouched on all fours like a spider almost. His head was bald, except for a gray ring of hair surrounding the edges, which stuck in every which way. He didn't wear a tunic, but a strange suit of mail that seemed to cling to his body. It was ragged and looked like it wouldn't offer much protection. On his back were two sheaths strapped in an X shape. In them were two curved blades, such like Caspian had never seen.
"Why are you here?" Luke hissed an arrow on his string.
"Gelon's sword master I was," Maximilian said. "You I recognize." The last to Caspian.
"What do you men you were Gelon's sword master?"
Maximilian closed his eyes as if remembering something from long ago.
"Trained  him I did, for he was young. Lion of heart crusade go on. Him and me follow. Usurper's men corrupted Gelon, returned he did. Usurpers lord he be now. His son you be."
"Yes, but how did you know?" Caspian started.
"No time," Maximilian hissed, "Win your spurs." Maximilian vanished like mist in the morning.
"Wha..." Luke said, suddenly a black cloaked man leaped from the shadows with a cry like death! In his hand was a crooked dagger! Twang! An arrow hissed through the air and planted itself in the man's heart. Luke had another two more arrows on the string. Three more men jumped out followed by a black knight! It was Kyle, in oth hands he clutched a long blade with an emerald on the hilt. His helm, which covered his whole face, shone like silver and his black robe marked him for who he was. Evil. Twang! Two more men fell each with an arrow in their heart. Caspian struck the other with his sword, but the warrior parried with his own blade. Caspian feinted left, and the black fighter bought it. Caspian swung his word around and crashed it into the fighter's middle. He fell dead. Caspian whirled just in time to halt a sweeping stroke from Kyle that would have cleaved his head. Luke was firing arrows like mad into a growing swarm of black fighters. The pile of dead bodies also was growing. Caspian ducked another stroke and tried to bring his blade into play, but Kyle was ready. He pressed forward trapping Caspian against a row of black bars, Kyle laughed and swung his blade at Caspian! Caspian fell to his knees and ducked! Kyles blade crashed through the bars cleaving them in two! Caspian dived into Kyle's legs, but Kyle whipped around. Caspian thrust at him, and Kyle swung his sword attempting to pin Caspian to the wall by stabbing him through the heart, but Caspian again twisted causing the blade to bury itself into the stone wall spraying bits of stone in Caspian's face. Suddenly blackfighters poured into the room separating Luke and Caspian! They were doomed.

Legends of Caspian: The Tower of Death

Caspian and Luke slithered to the edge of the forest. In front of them lay the black tower, a huge spike in the sky symbolizing the evil and tyranny of the Usurper's reign and his right hand man, Lord Gelon. Not a single shape moved on the ramparts. Torches blazed at intervals, casting a small bit of light on the black as ebony stone. Caspian and Luke had slipped away from Forgotten Tower in the middle of the night, hoping to slip into the black tower and recover the medallion. They quickly gained the walls and circled them stealthily, trying to find a way in. They found none until they discovered a large corridor extending out of the wall, with a gray stone door on the end. Luke looked  at Caspian puzzled. Caspian shrugged and opened the door. WHAM! Caspian's head nearly came off as a large hidden axe cleaved the air. Booby traps. Caspian drew his sword and entered as Luke followed warily. Caspian found a torch on the ground and lit it, revealing a startling array of small spikes on the ground. Inching along the wall, they escaped the spikes, but triggered a trap causing part of the ceiling to open and dump a pile of boulders on them. They raced away before they were crushed. Caspian breathed a sigh of relief.
"So far so gooooOOD!" Suddenly the floor beneath them swallowed them up. Caspian coughed as dust rose in the air.
"You okay Luke?"
"Ha. You were saying?" Luke's silhouette morphed out of the darkness next to Caspian. Caspian laughed. Just hearing Luke's voice was a remedy to his fears.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"Death Tower's dungeons ye in."
"Wha..." Caspian whirled. "Who said that?"
"I did speak, did I. Yourself hold still." Their was a sound of a striking match. A lamp illuminated their surroundings, revealing an old man, who was crouching on all fours in the corner, holding the lamp. Two scabbards were strapped to his back, and in them two glittering curved blades.

Legends of Caspian: First Blood

Kyle watched as the elevator rose up again carrying the bandit. Kyle kept a hand inside his cloak clutching a throwing knife. He was dressed the same as last time, but this time he had black mask, similar to a ski mask, over his face and a helm on his head. The elevator arrived and the bandit stepped off.

"Do you have it?" Kyle asked. The bandit nodded and withdrew a glimmering gold medallion. Kyle stepped forward and snatched it out of his hand and examined it closely.

"It is no forgery Sir Kyle," the bandit said confidently.

"Very good," Kyle said smoothly. "You have done well. I grant you a full pardon, though it will do you no good."

"Sir?" the confused bandit asked.

"Come here," said Kyle. The bandit followed Kyle to a porch over looking the forest.

"You like the view?" Kyle asked an invisible smile playing at his lips. The bandit nodded warily. "Then go get a closer look!" Kyle shouted and threw the bandit over the porches ledge. The bandits shrill scream filled the air and he plunged through the mist to his death.

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Caspian groaned and rubbed his head. The blackness ebbed away replaced with concerned faces. 

"Caspian! Caspian! Are you dead!" Luke asked frantically.

"Oh come on," Caspian groaned as he sat up. "It would take more then that to kill a fly. Ow my head."

"Take it easy!" Luke warned. Caspian moaned and then shot up again. "My medallion!" he cried. Luke quickly rifled through Caspian's pockets. 

"It's not here!" Luke shouted. David and Anna glanced at each other. 

"Hey whats this?" Anna asked and held a dagger. 

"It has Kyle's emblem on it!" David growled. 

"This is Kyle's work," Luke hissed. 

Legends of Caspian: Bandit Battle

"Caspian I would advise you to leave immediately," David advised as they sat in a private room. Luke and Lydia, Davids sister, were there as well.

"Why?" Caspian asked.

"The counsel may decide to have you arrested as a hostage because you are Gelon's son and only heir. Also you made quite a stir in the tavern yesterday. The Unmentionables are feared fighters."

"Why do you called the Black Fighters Unmentionables?" Caspian asked. The Black Fighters were the best of the entire army, chosen to man a foreboding and evil castle called the Black Tower. No prisoner that went there came out alive, causing it also to be known as the Tower of Death. Shepherds int he area came back to the village with reports of terrified screams and strange lights.

"The Tower of Death and all its followers are an evil race to begin with," David said. "Many here are terrified of them, and even their name is held almost as sinister as their actions. Hence the name Unmentionables." Many more conversations were uttered, but after that they left through the main tunnel and out the way they had come in. Workers were already repairing the damage done by the mine-car chase. When they came out they charted a way back to Forgotten Tower. As they marched they came to the top of a hill that David said was called the Hill of Seeing. In the distance they saw a black spike rising into the air.

"The Tower of Death," Davis hissed. Suddenly an arrow whizzed by his head! David whirled and unstrapped a large hammer that had hung from his back. One side was a large curved spike, the other had lots of little spikes on it. Bandits suddenly swarmed the hillside clutching bows, spears, swords, crossbows, pikes, scimitars, and all manner of weapons. A few even clutched clubs or slings. Caspian drew his sword. Luke's bow was singing and many bandits never reached the top of the hill, but there were so many it didn't matter. Lydia had had a bow strapped to her back, but now she had it out and was shooting at the enemy fighters as they swarmed up the hill. The bandits yelled as their pray desperately attacked them, but then found themselves almost outmatched.  Lydia and Luke were back to back and Caspian and David covered their flanks. Caspian swung his sword cleaving a wooden staff in two he struck to his side and disarmed another bandit with a clang! Suddenly a bandit surged forward with a yell and brought his club down on Caspian's head.  Caspian crumpled to the ground out cold and a golden medallion slipped out of his tunic. A dark green clad bandit swept it up with a cold glance at his enemy and then slipped away from the conflict.

Legends of Caspian: A Sinister Conspiracy

A bandit, dressed in a dark green cloak walked slowly down a corridor. He glanced about furtively. His hand went insides the folds of his robe and came out clutching a dagger. It shimmered in the light of a fading torch clutched in the mans other hand. He saw a light at the end of the corridor and he hurried forward. He breathed a sigh  of relief and extinguished his torch. He threw back into the bleak tunnel and emerged into the sunlight. There was a cry and suddenly he was thrown down and tied. He was hustled into a castle like building with walls that enclosed the tunnel and more. At the center of the castle was a huge tower. It was as black as ebony and looked like a needle against the sun. The man was roughly thrown into a wooden elevator and hoisted up into the air with a pulley. He reached the top of the tower and the elevator hit a docking port gently.
"You have come," a young man stepped from the shadows. He was a handsome, even though a scar ran down from his ear to his chin. He was cleanshaven and wore a loose fitting black tunic underneath a breastplate. Many daggers were stuck in his belt.
"Si-Si-Sir Ky-Kyle," the bandit stammered with fright.
"Now, now," Kyle said advancing. The man saw now that Kyle held a dagger loosely in his hand. Kyle toyed with it and said, "If I wanted you dead you would be dead now." Suddenly with one lightning move Kyle threw the dagger at a wooden target. The dagger glinted in the sunlight for one second before it crashed through the target splintering it into three pieces. The bandit gulped.
"What do you want from me?"
"Simple, you know of Caspian. He has something I want. I know he has it from my own sources, but I cannot capture him with force. You know the ways of the forest, find him. Find him, kill him, and bring a medallion he has in his possession to me. If you do not, well," Kyle gestured to the broken target. The bandit bowed awkwardly in his bonds. Kyle drew a dagger and neatly sliced them. The bandit scrambled to the elevator and it began lowering. Kyle watched him descend, and when the bandit was only ten feet from the ground, cut the rope that held it in place. There was shouts as Kyle turned and walked away from the elevator dock.