[ IP ] The Knight with no name

He walked slowly towards his downed foe. Vultures were circling awaiting their next meal. 
 
 He took a long drag from his cigarette. 
 `` Why were you following me?'' he asked through his clenched teeth. 
 `` You told me to find you...'' the dying man said while holding on to his bloody wound. 
 
 The sword formed a straight line from his shoulder down to the tip that rests on his opponents neck. The sword is held as still as a statue, but the wounded man could not tell as he was trembling for his life. 
 
 In a swift motion he retracts his sword, reverses the grip and puts it behind his back. 
 `` I've never seen you in my life'' he said as he squint to focus on the wounded mans face through the flying sand. 
 `` Sir! I'm Hester! you personally told me to track you down!'' 
 
 The man crouches down takes a drag from his cigarette to get the cherry burning. 
 `` There are two types of people in this world boy, those who lie, and those who are bad at lying.'' 
 
 He blowed the smoke out at Hester's face and slowly puts the cigarette out on Hesters forehead. 
 
 `` and you're the latter kind'' 
 
 He pulled out a dagger from his belt and put it right below the boys eyeball. `` If you wont tell me who sent you, I'll be forced to send a message to the man who sent you instead.'' the man said as he dragged the tip of the blade down the boys cheek exposing the flesh and leaving a trail of blood. 
 
 The boy screamed but it was drowned out by the sound of the howling winds. 
 `` Oh my God, please stop! Listen! I am Hester I used to serve as your squire! I know you, I know your family, you know who I am! You gave me your horse! You were captured by Panzer, who forced you to take one of his potions'' 
 
 The man looks up, at the horse the boy was riding. What a fine stallion. Hair red like the blood on the boys cheek, mane flowing in the wind. The horse walked slowly up to the man and rubbed his face on his leather jacket, as if the horse was trying to say they're well acquainted. 
 
 `` I never owned a horse, but ill take the horse in exchange for your life'' the man said as he stuck the dagger into the boys other cheek again dragging a line from his lower eyelid down to his chin. 
 
 Tears of Blood. 
 
 The man looked up and sees the approaching sand storm, he looked back at the boy laying on the ground. Bloodied, on the verge of death. 
 
 `` Sir! please! It took me months to track you down, your family is waiting for you back at Whitewater. Please... take me with you, let me explain.'' 
 
 The man mounted the horse in an effortless motion, it all seems vaguely familiar to him. 
 
 `` The storm should be here within the hour, I'll give you a chance to crawl your way back to the city. Otherwise, you'll be dinner for the birds above'' He turns the horse around and begins to gallop away. 
 
 `` Sire! your wife is Marie! you lived in Whitewater! I am Hester your squire!'' the boy screamed hoping to invoke any lingering memory. The man did not stop on his horse `` You were knighted by the king for saving my life when I was young! they called you the Knight of Riverlore because you dived into the river to retrieve my lifeless body! dont you remember!'' 
 
 The howling wind advances closer, drowning out the screaming voice of the boy, the man whipped the horse to increase his speed to escape the sand storm. 
 
 With his last breath the boy screamed `` I AM HESTER YOUR SQUIRE! YOU TOLD ME TO FIND YOU! YOUR WIFE IS MARIE! YOUR FROM WHITEWATER! YOUR NAME IS.....'' 

