Throughout the years that I have been writing. I have always enjoyed doing prompt writing. No time to write outlines or think of a plot or characters, you just get a word or a phrase and off you go. All the stories I share on my blog are stories that have been inspired by a prompt. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
Unexpected Entry – By F.C. Janes
I stood crouched on the wall, looking down into the restricted area. This place was for Kings, Queens, Lords, and Ladies. A man like me would be killed on site if I was caught here. Knights Templars walked in pairs, there were two right below me talking about a holy treasure and the meeting that was to take place between the Pope and Cardinals.
I had grown up listening to stories about powerful weapons that were infused with the power of God. My religious nut of a father like putting the fear of god in his two children. That usually meant beatings me and my poor sister being molested by our father. I survived, she didn’t.
All the stories my asshole of a father told ended with a great man wielding one of these artifacts and having the power of God in his hands. I preferred the power of money. The tavern owner who I used to fence my goods told me that he had a buyer for this so call treasure. He promised me that if I could get my hands on it he could pay me a sum that would allow me to take a nice long vacation. How could I say no to that?
I let the guards below me pass and when it was safe enough I leapt down from the wall, landing as quietly as I could. Keeping to the shadows, my black cloak keeping me hidden I trailed the guards until I found my opening to break free from the depths of the shadows. I had entered the yard from the West. It was a stupid move. The building had been made by Freemasons and I should have known that the entry way would be on the East side of the building. Patiently I followed the guards around until I saw the entrance, which held another surprise. Two templars stood outside it. I was not going to get in that way. I kept following the guards until we turned down the North side.
Spotting where I would make my climb I left the comfort of the shadows and sprinted across the finely cut lawns. Sliding on my climbing tools that would assist with getting a grip on stone I leapt up and grabbed a hold of the stone windowsill. The metal claws I slipped on bit in to the stone and allowed me to pull myself up. At the top of the windowsill there was a ledge about two inches out form the wall just large enough for my foot to take hold and offer some support as I reached for the next window.
It was difficult but I managed to climb window to window only scratching the stone work slightly. The building was so beautiful I thought I should apologize to someone for leaving scratches on what was probably hours upon hours of work. Maybe after I stole this treasure I’d show up unannounced at one of the Freemasons secret meetings and see what treasures they had.
Pulling myself up over the lip of the roof I put my climbing tools away. At the far corner there was a hatch and I walked towards it. That is when I started falling, the roof of the building had fallen out from under me. I was now a slave to the fall.
I should have been more careful. The fucking Templars and their traps. They were notorious for elaborate traps and flood tunnels protecting their treasures. I only had myself to blame for being this careless.
I landed hard on my ass, I wasn’t sure how many flights I had fallen but I was okay and nothing was broken. After doing the body check that consisted of wiggling my toes, grabbing my dick as it is the most important part and I wanted to make sure it was still there, and checking the rest of me I realized the room I was in was lit up and around me sat four Templar Knights. I bet you anything that this entry was very unexpected and it appeared I had interrupted dinner. I jumped to my feet brushed myself off and waved. “Hi ah, anyone know where the exit is? I seem to be lost.” They had meat laid out on the table with bread, butter, and wine. Damn it looked good. “Can I get something to go?”
There was an awkward silence before shit hit the fan. Chairs went flying as they stood up and they reached for their swords. That was my que to leave. Daggers were thrown at me and imbedded in the wooden wall not far form my face. I looked over my shoulder at the man who had thrown it, smiled, pulled the dagger out of the wall and threw it back. That is when I noticed the door behind them and it was the only door in the room that I could see, I had to get behind them.
With my small sword in hand I did my best not to hit or injure any of them, using my sword to block and my fist to push and punch I slowly made my way around the room. The last thing I needed was the murder of a Knights Templar on my hands. If that happened I’d have to find a way to become a woman and even then I may not be safe. “We can settle this all friendly like and I can just walk out the door, no need for violence.” No one seemed to be taking me up on that offer.
I continued to move in a circle and did my best to kick chairs over, flip tables over, and break everything that I could to try to slow them down. I did manage to make my way to the door, two daggers embedded into it at head level. I stopped waved and opened the door to find myself standing face to face with a Templar Knight. “Kiss me?” That confused him long enough that I was able to use my shoulder as a battering ram and slammed in to the Templar. The force I hit him with knocked him down, tripping over the knight behind him which triggered a dominoes effect. One by one they all fell over. Dodging blades and leaping over bodies I managed to find the staircase. I looked down then looked up. Footsteps echoed from below me, which left me with one choice. So up I went.
Moving my eyes side to side to make sure I was alone I pushed the hatch open and pulled myself out. A hand reached out and grabbed my ankle. Grabbing the top of the hatch I slammed it down on to the templars head, his hand let go and all I heard was the sound of a man tumbling down the latter and bumping in to all his friends.
Standing on the hatch for the time being seemed to be the safest place as I wasn’t sure where I had fallen through the roof and it was bloody dark out. I decided the only safe bet was to walk on the lip of the stone wall and stay off the roof. I stepped off the hatch which burst open and Templars started to crawl out. I dropped down to the stone ledge that surrounded the windows but without my climbing tools it made for a quick descent. I did my best to look graceful but it was more like a four story tumble than anything elegant.
My feet hit the lawn followed by my ass, I then hit the road and ran to the wall. Sometimes I wish thieving involved open doors and running down hill. I looked quickly over my shoulder at the templars chasing me, they were yelling for me to stop, to give up, to halt. All I heard was faster, run faster, must ran faster! Reaching the wall I climbed it so quickly I almost tricked myself in to thinking I jumped over it. Once down the other side I quickly disappeared in to the shadows of the town and left the prize to his hidden location and the templars scratching their heads and their balls.
Later that night I sat in the Rusty Rooster and sipped on a pint of ale that was nearing its expiration. I had a mouthful of salted pork when the door opened and two Templars walked in. I spit my food out nearly choking. One of them looked at me with a suspicious look on his face.
“We found one of these.”
Templar handed the tavern owner one of my climbing claws, when did I lose that I wondered.
“A thief’s tool, we know this is a fence for stolen goods, just tell us who this belongs to and we wont burn your tavern to the ground.”
Standing up I promptly left through the back door and decided to head home where there would be no traps and no Templar, thinking to myself that maybe I need that vacation.