Narrative Essay On Knighthood

I woke up that morning, wondering why I had woken up so early. Then I remembered. My age group and I were graduating into knighthood today. I had woken up to get ready.

To tell you the truth, I didn’t think I was cut out for knighthood. I was small and agile, and was fast and preferred small swords to the massive broadswords knights use. I was more cut out for assassin training than knighthood, but the battle master chose me for knight training, and you don’t object to the battle master.

It was 8:00 when I arrived at the town square for graduation. Because my last name was Ward, I was going to be the last student up. Everyone else went through, with no more than a “congratulations! You are now a knight” from king Mythos. When I got up though, I noticed something different about the king. For me, he was being twitchy and nervous. He said “Ryan Ward! You have become the top student in knight training, excelling with short swords and daggers, along with the bow. Yet you do not have the size or the strength of a knight. When you were being chosen, the battle master doubted you.” All of it was true, but where was he going with this? “At the choosing ceremony, you requested to be trained as an assassin, but you were denied. Now, we realize our mistakes, and are sending you off to train with our elite assassins, the Black Guard.” Everyone gasped. The Black Guard

was the elite group of assassins who guarded the royal family and protected the kingdom. There was a saying for them. It went “one army, one Black Guard.” They were so amazing at their job the saying was true. I was good, but not that good. “You shall set out at midnight for the journey,” said the king, “And you should get to the complex in the morning, before dawn. Your map will be in your room when you get back home. Congratulations!” I went back home baffled. What made them think I was good enough for the Black Guard? I couldn’t even get that one kid to stop bullying me. I got home and found the map lying on my bed, as promised. I looked at it and saw that I’d be traveling to the fief of Redmond, one of the more secluded fiefs. I wouldn’t know anyone there. I set off at midnight as directed, and was soon on my way. I just hoped I’d make it in time. As I approached Redmond, I saw it was becoming light outside. I hurried to make it there before dawn, but was late. And that marked the beginning of my learning.
It’s been 12 years since my graduation now.

I am a member of the black guard just finished. I was assigned to the fief of Norgate, and things have been quiet. In fact, it’s been too quiet. Norgate is a fief bordering Tashmungil, and bandits try to get through the fief’s borders all the time. The fact that they haven’t been is worrying me. They should be attempting to get our gold and iron, yet they have been withholding. I think they are gathering forces for a full-scale invasion, but what are my ideas worth? I’m just a member of the black guard, the elite assassin guild and some of the smartest in the

kingdom.
I have been pondering my assignment for a while. I am the newest and least well thought of in the guild, yet they assigned me to the fief that required the most skill. I want to know why. They could have given me Golden, the easiest fief, but they trusted me with the hardest to control and worst fief for supplies in the kingdom. It makes me wonder if they know something about me that I don’t. Come to think of it though, there have been some strange things that happened to me after I was abandoned. I remember one in particular.
It was raining one night, and I needed a place to stay. I was seven then. I walked into an inn, wanting a room. I paid up, though I noticed some people watching me as I paid up, and as I walked up to my room jingling with change. I was getting my stuff laid out when I heard my door open, close, and lock. I turned around and saw one of the thugs that were studying me. He came at me swinging. I dodged a few and punched him in the face and the gut, but he was at least five times my size and about four times as strong. I was punched across the room and got back up only to be thrown against the wall and be choked. “Any last words?” he said. All of a sudden, I heard a voice like mine shout “FOUS RO DAH!” and the thug was thrown against the wall so hard it snapped his neck. It couldn’t have been me, as I don’t know dovahzuul, so I looked around, but saw no one. I examined the body, but there was nothing other than the marks of breaking. I went downstairs to talk to the owner of the inn, but he said he hadn’t heard anything. I don’t know what happened, but I am determined to find out.
I have a conference with the king now, so I’ll be going now. Bye.

TO BE CONTINUED