Which John Will die?
Revenge would be mine. I would really kill this John, who for 12 to 13 years, I had sought to destroy.
Up to the castle drawbridge I approached, under the shroud of darkness. Lights shone from the key hole shaped windows, which illmunated the fortress style effect. Over the drawbeidge I crept, and up to the gate, which was surprisingly open.
Through the gate, into the courtyard, where half a dozen horses which were tied up, turned round to look at me. One of the horses neighed at seeing me.
"Quiet!" I said in a muffuled shout, as I tapped that horses head with my hand. Obeying my instruction, it dared not utter another word.
I looked up at the many turrets, and decided that my enemies residence was probably in the tallest tower. So up this I crept, careful not to utter a sound.
Up to the top of the stairs I got, and up to the door. I took a deep breath. "This is it", I said to myself.
On the door was a sign comfirming that this was indeed the right room. I tried the door, and it was indeed unlocked.
Suddenly, the door swung open by its own cause. But now, I was feeling suspicious. The gate was opened, there were no guards anywhere, and the door to my enemies room was unlocked.
As if to answer my question, a voice came from the back of the room - "I have been expecting you."
Somebody came from out of the darkness of the far side of the room. It was indeed my enemy.
"I prefer it this way, to kill you!" he said. "Just one on one. One of us will die, and I am quite sure, it will be you."
"Not if I have my way!" I shouted, as I drew my sword with all swiftness from my cloak.
We rushed at each other, and our swords clang with each other, the shere force sending us both to the ground. We both quickly got to our feet, and then the fight started for real.
For many minutes, our swords were blurred in the air, as each of us blocked each others jabs and blows. But we were starting to tire, and it was then that one swipe by my enemy slashed my cheek. The suddeness of this caught me off balance, and for a moment, the tide was against me.
"Hah!" he mocked. "I have you now!"
And then he raised his sword in the air. The sword would come down on me. It would soon be over. A life time of misery shall come to an end.
But a shocked look suddenly came on my enemies face. Looking up, I saw an arrow sticking out of his back. Looking behind him, I saw Marie, with a crossbow in her hands.
My enemy, now suffocating, fell to the floor. He looked up at me, with wide, terrified eyes.
"You will not kill me now!" he managed to choke.
"No" I said, "I will watch you die. Like you watched my parents die."
"What is that you say?" he said. "You are mistaken. You do not know the true facts."
"I saw you over my parents bodies!" I shouted. "How could you murder my mother, she was to innocent. I'm sure she would have given you all the money she had, instead of pillaging her dead body!!!"
Tears of anger were rolling down my cheeks. My quivering hand was now gripping my dagger. End it now. End it all. Revenge.
"Your mother was a bitch!", he said suddenly, but this sounded like his last breath. Then he loked calm.
"There is some information you need to know. When I die, which I will do soon, look in my left pocket. You will find a note, which I meant to give to you one day."
His eyes flickered, then he died.
Looking in his left pocket as he said, I pulled out a crumpled note. Then I read it.
"Dear John,
I had meant to tell you one day much that you needed to know. Questions that may have bugged you for so long about why you have no parents. How you have always seen me as a murderer and a thief. And I have seen how what I have done has turned you into what I am. Dishonest, deceitful and uncaring.
But what I have to say may shock you.
I am your father.
And it was I who murdered your mother. Your mother who secretly loved another man. When I caught them, I got angry - and I killed them. Nobody can take my wife. If they do, their life is over, as well as my wifes.
When I had killed them, you probably saw me crouching over them. That was because I was trying to make the dead mans face look like mine. I had changed my appearance to make myself look like some stranger.
Why did I not kill you? Well, you were innocent, I could not murder a five year old child. And I needed some sort of witness to a stranger.
Do not be angry son, I have loved you always, even if it did not seem so.
Your father, John, whom you are named after."
Next time...The war is over
