Ephrain had a particular delivery, one dark and grey morning that would force him to walk more than halfway across Berble for a tournament. As Ephrain was on his way, he noticed that the was only a select few people on the streets. He was extremely curious as to why this was. Ephrain finally reached the tournament gates when he noticed a young man with dirty-blonde hair and a much toned muscular build, pacing in a room. The young man was at the top of a three story, thatched-roof building. Ephrain climbed the stairs to the third floor, in search of the man he had just seen moments before. Suddenly, just before he gave up all hope of finding the strange man, he appeared. The man’s back was towards Ephrain, so Ephrain snuck up towards the man from behind. He grabbed his own dagger and put it up to the man’s thick neck. The man began to laugh, as though he thought Ephrain was only joking. “Sir Eric how did you know it was I?” Ephrain asked, while he released his grip on Eric.
“I know you all too well, I suppose,” Sir Eric replied, still laughing.
“Good, then we are equal seeing as I actually noticed you through that window.”
“Where is the sword, so I can practice my swing in your general direction?”
“Here it is, but I shall be a moving target, so you will miss.” Ephrain and Sir Eric joked around with their swords while an unwanted spectator walked in.
“Sir Eric, you should be resting. In your book you declared that on the day of a tournament it is always a good idea to rest and feel at ease. You do this to be one with your sword.” This was said by a very short and very mindful, yet always unknowingly annoying teenage boy. He had spectacles, of the rarest kind, they were made of titanium.
Sir Eric simply replied, “Yes, but I am a trained professional and can joke around if I wish. I am also the prince, which means I can have replacements, although I do not need one.” One of Sir Eric’s favorite topics was himself.
“And they are off!” The announcer was extremely excited during the match, as usual. “Sir Eric strikes, and hits a finger of his opponent. Sir Jason misses Sir Eric’s… bottom, by a couple of inches. Sir Eric strikes Sir Jason, again. Sir Jason retaliates, but misses once again, Sir Eric’s neck this time. It would be a great time to go grab a flask and some butterballs, while Sir Jason rests for a moment. Butterballs always taste lovely with scab sticks, don’t they? And they begin again. Go Sir Eri… Sorry about that. Sir Eric hits Sir Jason’s ear and there is the end fair maidens and cruel gents. Don’t forget to take home your free fur box, located at the pink table next to the gates.” The announcer had finally finished his commentary; the crowd stands and applauds for Sir Eric once again. It seemed that everyone from the kingdom had watched Sir Jason’s downfall. The announcer spoke once more, “Sir Andrew has requested a match for the day after tomorrow at 1:23pm”
Sir Jason left, crying, with his wife supporting him. Sir Andrew left with a very excited, yet worried face. The king left with a happy face, seeing that he just received a sheer five hundred pounds, from all of the bets he just won. All of the maidens, small, tall, young and old, some even married, jumped out of their seats to go swoon over Sir Eric. Ephrain was stuck. He had been as near as possible to Sir Eric just in case anything happened. Sir Joseph of Kafe had been right behind him making his own suggestions on the match to Ephrain, who was not listening. Ephrain spotted a beautiful young woman with fair skin and red, long, flowing hair. This was Rowena, his secret crush. Ever since Ephrain could remember seeing her, he had never dared to confess his love for her. Rowena started for the gates not even willing or wanting to go see Sir Eric, for she loved his friend Ephrain. She had always wanted to talk to Ephrain, but she was too nervous and scared. She walked through the crowded streets and Ephrain followed, finally finding the courage to talk to her. She headed toward the old bookstore, Plakoners. Her father was the bookkeeper, as well as royal record’s keeper. He and his wife were raising five children, two of which were almost old enough to get married and move on with their lives. She opened the door and walked in, shutting the door behind her, never noticing that Ephrain was there.
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