Robin
**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**
**Small village in the west side of Terresol**

Mactavus was nowhere near the Red Guard. He was in a farm house cleaning up after the animals manure. His shift was nearly ending, and he was putting away the tools and getting ready to leave.
Mildred
Markus Pellicus, child
A small village on the west side of Terresol

After his enthusiastic declaration of future sovereignty, Markus Pellicus stepped down from the bucket and glared at the laughing knights. "When I'm king, you'll all rue the day you mocked me," He said, wagging his finger crossly at them.

After a few more moments of wild finger wagging, he let his hand fall limp at his side before beckoning the second boy, whose aspirations of knighthood were well known amongst the village children, to him. "Let's go, Sir Rocco!" He declared. Rocco, however, was too busy straining his wimpy little muscles trying to pick up a sword and therefore found it within his rights to ignore him.

*I'll remember that,* Thought Markus. After one last glare, aimed at both the knights and his traitorous friend, Markus left the firepit and stomped angrily out of the village.
Robin
**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**
**Small village in the west side of Terresol**

Mactavus saw Markus stomping past as he walked out the barn, and called out to him.

"You alright there Marky? Don't look like your arrogant self hehe"
Mildred
Markus Pellicus
A small village on the west side of Terresol

Markus's feet were smarting after close to ten minutes of marching. He had always felt as though he was destined for kinghood, partially because of his standard of intellect, which was superior to all the numbskulls in his village, and partially because he hated any sort of physical activity. Even this amount of stomping he was sure would lead to very unbecoming bruises and blubbery blisters in the future, which was perhaps fit for a village knave but completely unsuitable for someone of his royal caliber.

A voice, much deeper than his, called out to him, using the boyhood nickname he had outgrown approximately two days ago. He turned his nose up at the indignity.

"I am *Not* All right," He said shrilly. "I was with a group of the Red Guard in the village," He said, "And they pointed and laughed at me for no reason, no reason at all. When I'm king, I'll have their heads!"
Robin
**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**
**Small village in the west side of Terresol**
"Er, when *You'll* Be king? Sorry bud, I'm next in line. You'll have to wait until after I become king."
Mildred
Markus Pellicus
A small village on the west side of Terresol

Markus looked at the older boy and scoffed at him. "Well," He said, "If you want to become king, you'll have to go through me first!" As Markus began to swivel his body around in order to face Mactavus, his left foot collided with a small, protruding rock and he fell, face first, onto the ground.
Robin
**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**
**Small village in the west side of Terresol**

"I'm terrified. Now let's go Marky, I'm famished."

Mactavus lightly kicked Markus in the stomach and start walking to a small food establishment.
Mildred
Markus Pellicus
A small village on the west side of Terresol

The pain in Markus's side only intensified with the kick that he had received from his would-be royal competitor. He groaned audibly, his eyes brimming with salty tears. After lying on the ground for a few minutes, he placed his palms on the ground as leverage to push himself onto his hands and knees. His forehead was bleeding from his fateful collision with the treacherous rock, no doubt, he knew, sent by his scoundrel of an acquaintance, Sir Rocco.

By the time he stood up, he could no longer see Mactavus, or, for that matter, anyone, but that might have been due to the fact that his eyes were still closed.

"You'll rue this day, Mactavus!" He shrieked, clutching his head as he began to make his way to his holdfast, or, as some liked to call it, his parents' farm.
Robin
**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**
**Small village in the west side of Terresol**

Mactavus heard the shriek and smirked. He knew a few more pushed could lead to Markus dropping his dream. But he shook his head, competition can be fun. Mactavus walked inside and payed with his savings for a cheap meal. He began to eat, no real thoughts or ideas surfacing in his mind.
Joseph
**Sir Murven Kilwick
Red Guard encampment**

"Don't worry. He'll grow out of it someday." Sir Murven said naively after Markus stomped off.
Robin
**Mactavus Perlicus, peasant.**
**Small village in the west side of Terresol**

After finishing, Mactavus looked around bored, and desperate for something to do. That's when his eyes landed on the Red Guard. He hasn't seen a knight since... He eagerly walks toward the knights, and hoped for the chance he waited for so long to come to fruition.