The Story of lonely archer chapter 1

Morning in the castle

The sound of horn, pounding in the ancient corridors of our castle awakened me from my deep sleep, coz the day before was very difficult – we went to the castle on the beach of Atlantic Ocean and I was in the escort that defended the carts with food and weapons. The road took almost three days the men and horses were very tired and we needed a rest. But our captain didn’t think about his people, so he wakened us early as usual. Tired, but the duty calls…
I got up as fast as I could, dressed up and ran to the armory to take my longbow (it was a great weapon – an old master made it for my father and the father gave me the bow when I had enlisted in the guard. I was very proud of my bow also I called it “Warchild”) and took from my own chest light green-gray armor. At that moment in the room came my old friend Arthur. He was a second watcher in the north tower of our fortress. We hugged and shaked hand. We were happy to see each other coz we knew that one of us may not return from a hike. Each day could over in battle or just in time of robbers attack on caravan.
We dressed up and ran to the yard for  the morning formation. We were just in time. But our captain was in the bad mood – he walked around us for a ten minutes and we all kept silence coz we didn’t know what had happened maybe we even were afraid.
He stopped in the shadow of the huge tree, that was growing in the east corner of our yard. And slowly set on the ground he sadly looked at us and said thing, which frightened us all:”The distant outpost had fallen. All the people were killed and hanged. Yesterday the order came. Die is cast.”. We looked at each other – we knew, that some of us wanted to stay here but I wanted to leave this place as quick as it was possible.
The cap gave us a little time to have a rest and get ready for the morning trainings. I set on the chair in the shadow of the wall and closed my eyes.
I was tired of that baking sun, of boring walking around the castle walls and the ugly smell of the stables. The hundreds of people were gathering at our gates in the morning – traders, farmers, blacksmiths, children. Yes, children liked very much when the guardsman gave them to touch the shield or to play with the dagger. The weapon is the most beautiful thing that mankind ever created, but it should not be used in such way. Sometimes in the night if you looked through the wide window you could see the “walking fires on the wall” – it was the patrol. The lonely people…sometimes they sang.
Suddenly I openned my eyes. The men were already gathering in the shooting range and to the left of me the swordsmen were fighting with the armored scarecrows.