Board Thread:Short Stories/@comment-26383377-20160826112131

The distinct sound of waves crashing against the shores were very relaxing, and relaxation was just what the Watch Captain needed. He was walking atop the Fort's walls. On one side, he could see the beautiful beach, and on the other, was the fort's inner grounds, where the new initiates were training to become knights one day.

Clink, clink, clink. The sound of steel tapping against the stone was soft, and quiet, but was a telling sign that a Knight was present. The Captain turned around, and saw another steel-clad warrior approach him, he held his helmet as his side, and his hair was long, but well maintained.

"Ah, Rictor. Good day." The Captain smiled.

"Arthus? Oh my, it's been centuries since we've last seen you!" Rictor laughed, His arm arms swayed back and forth until he stopped in front of the captain, He was a tall man, and well built. But the captain still had a better physique than him, better than most of the fort, actually.

"This again, Really?" Arthus rolled his eyes, but he couldn't get the smile off his face. "I understand, I've been told twenty times over. I learned my lesson."

"I don't think you did. You've been staying in that tower far more than before. The men have begun to miss you. Even Jonothan said that!"

"No, not Jonothan. He'd never miss me, matter of fact. He wants me gone more than anybody else." Arthus chuckled. Jonothan was a troublemaker, never completing his runs, never obeying orders, but he had a certain charm about him, and he was reliable. So he was offered a place in the Fort, and he took it.

"I might have lied about that last thing. But still, you should be around more."

"Understood, Rictor. But you'll be fine without me, this fort is built to last."

"As long as you're in command. The Emerald Fort will never fall, sir."

And then he woke up. 