It's the New Story! After a Long Time!

Finally! I'm starting the new story! If you click on the search engine in the upper right hand corner of hte blog and type in "medival" you can find the snippet from the story I posted. sorry for the long wait. I had to come up with a story plot that wasn't too long or too short. Like last time, it won't, hopefully, go past 8-9 chapters and I'll put character pics at the end. I'll make a page where I'll put all the older characters from older stories on there just in chase some are reading the older ones. Alright, onward to chapter one of "Freedom At Last"!

Chapter 1: On Torien Ground
  James gallops down the dirt path. He was told to intercept a meeting of the Taliever bandits in Thorstrom, a town on the border of Torien and Gowen. As the youngest knight of Gowen, he had to deal with the little things and leave the larger fights to the adults. He grunts in disdain. He has unseated dozens of senior knights from thier saddles, but he can't help defend the northern fortress from attack. He gallops onward dust flying behind his battlehorse's hooves. He has to get there before the bandits did and get ready to capture them. There should be only two of them so it isn't supposed to be difficult. He turns a bend in the path that led to Torien. His grip tightens slightly as he rode across the border. "Torien, home of the spies and assasins." he grumbled. He knew full well of the rumons floating around in the marketplaces of Gowen. He just didn't know if they were true.
After he arrived at the abandoned ruins of a fortress, it was almost evening. he eats a quick, cold meal and polishes his sword until he heard footsteps. Gripping his sword, he waits from the men to get closer. He motions for his battlehorse to step back. Just as he thought, the two thieves stiffen and one creeps cautiously his way. Sword raised, James prepares to ram the hilt into the man's head, and when as shaggy head of hair pops out of the darkness, he does just that. Grabbing the man before he crumples to the ground, James ties his hands and feet together. Placing him next to a broken gray wall, James steps out of the darkness on top of his battle horse. He sees a fleeing figure going down the crest of a hill.
The thief had abandoned all caution as he tore down the hill. Unlike what the Gowen people believe, the bandits are from Talkin, a country south of Torien. He too has heard of the deadly spies and assasins that originate here and he wants out. Surely, his partner has been caught by one of them. As he runs, he hears hoofbeats. Realization strikes him, and it isn't Torien spies, it's a Gowen knight. "That's even worse." he grumbles jumping into the trees.
James steadily gains onto the running figure. Riding at full gallop, he forces his way through the trees. The thief smaller and nimbler than he begins to get away. Swerving onto open road, James stares at the treeline. He could see the thief pretty easily. Grabbing a short, blunt, spearlike rod, he takes careful aim. An opening in the trees is coming up fast and he has to throw it at that very moment. "Three...Two...One."
 Crash! James Armont glares down at the cowering figure below him. His battlehorse, Midnight, shifts its position slightly. "Please, mercy!" the bandit begs shaking with fear. His request is met by the boy's hard glare.
James snorts. "Not so brave without your big ax and burly friends huh?" His glare softens...slightly. "Get up."
The man scrambles to his feet. "Are you letting me go?" he asks hopefully.
James grunts dismissivly. "Of course not. You're a wanted criminal in all forty fiefs of Gorwen. I'm taking you to King Adian for trial."
The man's face pales. "No! I will die if I go there!"
James sighs exasperated. "You should've thought of that when you joined those bandits. Your friends had no mercy when they slaughtered my village. You are lucky that my code of honor allows all my enemies a chance to live. I could've gutted you."
The man whimpers and slumps to the ground defeated. James feels a twang of pity for the man, but the thought of his 5 year old sister's murder stops it.
"Get up." he says gruffly. The man obeys. At that very moment, an arrow pierces the bandit's throat silencing him. James whirls around. A hooded figure stands at the edge of the tree line. "What is your business here? Why have you killed..."
He is cut off quickly. "That man is a wanted crinimal. I've been hired to kill him. Besides, his buddies killed every living family member I had and burned my home to the ground when I was seven." James is stunned. Not only was the figure someone who knew his pain, the figure sounded like a girl. A girl! Before he could question the fact, the archer disappears into the trees.
He ponders whether or not to go after her. Glancing at the black shafted arrow, he desides that it wasn't the wisest idea.
As James gently urges Midnight down the path, two blue eyes follow him. "The son of Arthur is ready. The usurper's reign is coming to an end."
If someone had watched, he would see the eyes shift and disappear.