Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Adventure

     One night in a sleepy town. Not a single mouse squeaked. Inside a almost empty inn. This inn hardly gets any customers. A bard sat solemnly beside a fire fiddling with his instrument's strings. 

      "What is wrong my friend?" A normal at the inn says as he sat down beside the sad bardsman." "Oh not such a pain I feel as to this one ever in my life." The bard says scrambly as he continues tuning his instument's strings. "What is this pain you speak of?" The regular says. 

    "I can't find the words to sing for people here in the inn." The bard replies sadly as he finishes tuning his instument. "Oh but how hard could it be to speak of heroic deeds about, brave knights rescuing  beautiful princesses from a tower or a warrior fairing off a horde of goblins and such?" The regular says. "I want something different, not all this ordinary stuff others speak of when they tell tales." 
     "Oh, you wish to speak of something such as, a man saved his only son from wolves or a man entered hell to retrieve his lost love?" The regular answers.

     "Yes that is exactly what I wish to sing odes of, but the words don't come to me." The bard slouches down again. "Let's suppose I help you bard, I write the words and you sing about them?" Retaliated the regular.

      "Why, yes that would work for me but whats the cost?" The bard asks back. "Oh not much let's say 1 out of every four coins given to u for singing the tale I write, sound fair?" The regular answers quickly. The bard thinks on it for a bit. He finally replies, "I don't see why we can't make that happen, it's a deal." The bard shakes the regular's hand. 
  
      "Good to hear." The regular says. When he turns his back for even the slightest second in about a weeks time he will have a knife in the back and all he has will be mine. The regular thinks to himself. 

     A weeks time has passed, the bard was happy and so was the regular. They had made themselves rich based on what the regular wrote. "My lorde, look at all this gold my friend we are filthy rich." Says the bard joyously. "Yes my friend yes we are."  The regular now a traveler said happily back. Oh wait 'till I kill you then I'll be richer than the king himself. "Say my friend what do you suppose you will do with all this money?"Said the bard. "Well friend I figured I would sit on it and build meself a house on a nice plot of land." Replied the traveler. "What say you friend what will you do?" "Oh I suppose I'll just sit on it like you." Said the bard. Say it is late we should bunk for the night friend." The traveler says to the bard.

     "Yes it is late I suppose we could." Says the bard. Excellent I'll slit his scrawny throat while he sleeps. The traveler thought. They each bunk down at a cozy little inn on the outskirts of the city Velskilen. About several hours later when the traveler thought the bard was good and asleep he arose out of his bed. He reached down to his garments and slipped them on, then his pants, boots, and his shirt. The traveler then reached into his pants and pulled out his dagger. 
 
    He sneaked over to the bard sleeping soundly. "This is it, I'm gonna be rich." The traveler thought to himself. The traveler reached over and with a swift effortles flick of his wrist slit the bard's throat. The bard awoke instantly and started to yell but couldn't because he was drowning in his own blood. "Shhh, my friend it's okay just stop struggling and the pain will disappear soon." The traveler says maniacly quiet. 

     After a minute of struggling the bard stopped moving laying there silently in the bed. "Goodbye friend, I have to say you were the best bard I have ever met." The traveler chuckles out as he packs the gold up and leaves the inn. "Well I suppose I will go to Velskilen and live for a while at the inn, maybe I'll meet my next friend there he says as he makes his way to Veskilen's inn.