"How the hell this fire broke out" I said in unison.
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[One day ago]
Somewhere in the mountains near House Falwell lands. A group of people sitting around the fire.
"Are you sure, he was there " One of them asked to the man wearing a hood.
"As I thought, You will not work easily." The man said, throwing a pouch full of money. "Don't reveal yourself, till you catch him."
"Understood, but where we have to send him" the leader of the group said.
"In Dorne, at the city of sun spear." The man said.
"When should we take the action" the leader of the group ask.
"Tommorow, when the you start the fire and all the peoples attention focused on fire." The man said. "Now leave, and get into action , and don't make any mistakes."
The group separated from the man heading towards the land of Falhall.
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[Now]
I get up and try to see what he was looking at, a raging fire rolling across the outskirts of the camp, spreading swiftly from tent-to-tent. As I stand there staring at the fire, the door is swung open, revealing one of the Red cloaks that would be standing outside the door. "My Lord, we must move you, the wind is facing us." He says to which I just nod and turn around, making sure to gather my ledger and books.
I turn to face my Page, "Monty, I want you to take these and go to the opposite side of the camp, make sure that the books don't burn." He nods and scrambles to do what I asked, leaving the barn with an unexpected speed. With that, I order some of my guards and any surrounding Lannister soldiers to tell everyone to collect water from the stream and to take down any tents surrounding the fire, hoping that it will stop it from spreading.
Standing there with my head in my hands, hoping that the fire would be put out. The Redcloak to my left turns towards me, "My Lord, we should head further away from the fire, it is too da-Geughhk" Suddenly an arrow flies through his neck, cutting off what he was trying to say as he collapses on ground and chokes on his own blood.
The sound of swords being drawn resonate around me, cutting through the sound of arrows whistling over my head. Men charge out of the nearby forest, the one on the opposite end of camp from the fire, and collide with my guards.
The title 'Redcloak' has meaning, and that is shown through the way they cut down the enemy and hold their ground, however quantity overwhelms quality. Around half of my Red cloaks are helping put the fire out and the rest with me, I counted seven still alive-no make that six as a Red cloaks head is separated from his neck with a long axe.
As that Red cloak's body falls to the ground, a huge stocky man is revealed, wearing dark boiled leather armour and a half helm that doesn't fit his head properly. He takes his eyes off the man he just killed and looks up, meeting my eyes as a sadistic grin emerges on his face. He strolls forward, hefting up his large bloodied axe.
Whether or not I was trying to play hero or something I don't know, I run at him, drawing the jewel-encrusted dirk held at my waist, a gift from Uncle Kevan for my eleventh nameday, and stab him in the top of his thigh, remembering that an artery somewhere around there.
He falls on his knees due to the pain, making him eye-level with me, and I draw back my arm and plummet the dirk in his heart, or that's at least what I tried to do, a burning pain came across my palm, making me cringe. A dirk is meant to be used to stab through exposed areas on a person, like the armpits or neck, anywhere vulnerable. So stabbing boiled hardened leather has done nothing except push my hand down the hiltless blade, cutting my palm deep to the bone with my own knife.
Realising what a terrible mistake I'd made, I look up, only to see an enormous fist coming fil
ling my vision, rendering me unconscious.
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