Part V: The Immmortality



	A breeze suddenly blew over the hillside as Knightfall still 
stared at the grave.  He replayed that dreaded day over and over 
again.  If only i set my pride aside, he thought.  There were too 
many ifs in his mind, too many how come, too many regrets.  Knightfall 
closed his eyes to clear his mind and a single tear rolled out onto 
his cheek.
	A passerby notices his mourning and comes over to 
investigate.  She sees the rose, she hears his prayers, she feels his 
mourning.
	"Is everything alright sir?" she asks.  Knightfall opens his 
eyes in an instant and notices her.  She was a sight worth seeing 
over and over again...if only Knightfall noticed.
	"Hm...oh, nothing.  I...uh...accidentally banged my finger" 
Knightfall replied.
	"Is there anything i can do?" the veluptuous lady questioned.
	"No, it's too late to fix what has been done......." the 
fallen knight realizes.

	All he saw was darkness.  He could not feel anything, he 
could not hear anything, he could only see darkness.  He doesn't 
know where he is, all he feels is a sensational calmness, tranquility, 
restfulness.....
	He surprisingly hears a voice.  It was the most relaxing 
sound he ever heard...but the most dreaded one as well.  The first 
time, he couldn't understand it but the second time was all too 
clear.
	"Not yet, my son...not yet." was all that Sir Vincent heard.  
Who was it that spoke to him, he did not know...before and still now 
but he had ideas.
	He spots a light coming towards him and feels the warmth.  
Closer and closer it came.  There is an image that came with it but 
it was too fuzzy to make out.  The light still came closer and the 
image cleared...it was a forest.  Still closer the light came and the 
image turned clearer...there was a body.  He could feel sensational 
warmth as the light suddenly stopped right in front of him and he 
could see the image as clear as he could tell day and night...it was 
him with a cut through his chest.
	One instant, he was in a deep abyss.  The next instant...he 
saw darkness once again.  He was thinking, had i been sleeping the 
whole time through the battle?  He opened his eyes and saw the face 
of...the leader of the barbarians.  Sir Vincent immediately leaped up 
but noticed that he did not move.  Peering closer to the face he 
notices that he was dead.  Good ridance Sir Vincent thought. 
	He examined himself and his analysis confirms that he was in 
tip-top shape.  No bleeding, no cut, not even a bruise.  It wasn't 
until he looked around that he saw the horror....
	Bodies and limbs were scattered everywhere, the ground was 
soaked with blood, and emotionless faces seemed to stare at him.  He 
turned queasy when he noticed Sir Williams' head on the ground and 
uttered an ear-piercing roar and suddenly fainted.
	Hours went by when he awoken.  Time went pass when he picked 
up Sir Williams' body and head and carried it on top of a hillside.  
He was going to give him a proper burial.  It wasn't until the next 
day that Sir Williams was finally buried.  He cleared away the trees 
to show his respect.  When everything was done...he walked back to the 
village.
	When he entered the village, screams and cries were heard as 
every citizen got a glimpse of him.  Many women fainted and, in some 
cases, the men did too.  Sir Vincent had no idea why they would do 
this but he kept walking.  When he got to the gates of the castle, he 
ordered, "Tis thy am  Sir Vincent of Winshire.  Loyal knight of King 
Frederick IV.  Please open thy gate."
	At the sound of the name Sir Vincent, they leapt up in a 
flash.  When they stared into the face of the knight, the ran away 
fast from him...getting as much distance from him as they could.  
What had happened when he fell asleep he kept wondering as he escorted 
himself in.
	Upon entering, he saw a crowd of knights and soldiers 
mourning for two knights in particular, so Sir Vincent asked one 
knight kindly, "Who art thou mourning for, king sir?"
	Without looking up, "Tis thou art mourning for thy two 
bravest and loyal knight of thy king's majesty.  Sir Williams and Sir 
Vincent"  The name Sir Vincent caught him with surprise.  He could 
not believe it!  It must have been some mistake.
	"But Sir Vincent is not dead, I am Sir Vincent" he corrected.
	The  knight looked up and gasped, "In the name of paganism!  
It's a ghost!"  Suddenly, every knight and trooped looked upon Sir 
Vincent and uttered.  Through the endless crowd, he spotted Lady 
Catherine and walked over to her.
	"Lady Catherine, why are thy troops mourning for my death?  
Tis alive and healthy" Sir Vincent asked.  Lady Catherine looked 
straight into his eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs and ran 
into the castle.  Because of all the commotion, the king and his 
advisor came out and stared Sir Vincent face to face and gasped as 
well.
	"How did thou stay alive?  Tis saw your slaughter!  Thy 
leader stabbed thy body a hundred times after he had sliced through 
thy chest!" the king uttered.  Sir Vincent was confused...how could 
that be?  He was here, alive and well.
	"So it's true!  Thy legends are true!", the advisor 
interrupted.
	Sir Vincent looked at the advisor and shouted, "What's true!  
Why does thy people think tis am dead!?!  Thou art alive!  No cuts, 
no stabs on thy body!"
	Very calmly the advisor lectured, "Thy legend has it that one 
day, during a battle of good and evil, a fallen knight shall appear.  
Thy knight cannot be hurt, cannot be wounded, and cannot die.  Some 
say that thy fallen knight is thy watcher of thy land, while others 
say that he comes here to reek evil upon thy land and forever curse 
it.  No one knows for sure, and thy people do not want to be there 
when thou sees him."
	"BUT I AM NOT THY FALLEN KNIGHT!!!!" argued Sir Vincent
	"I believe you are, Sir Vincent" replied the advisor.  He 
walked over and took one of the archer's bow and arrow.  He looked 
towards Sir Vincent and shot the arrow straight at the heart.  It went 
through completely.  No one could of survived that...except for the 
fallen knight.  Everyone was horrified especially Sir Vincent.  He 
just stared at the arrow.
	The advisor walked over and pulled the arrow right out.  Sir 
Vincent felt no pain.  Raising it high, he said, "No blood on thy 
arrow.  He is thy fallen knight!"
	"But...how could this...be?  I...I..." Sir Vincent mumbled.  
He stared at everyone's faces, their faces paled as if they were 
seeing a ghost in their very eyes.  He saw Lady Catherine once more, 
in the balcony, and she ran back into the castle as if she was 
disgusted with herself for falling in love with a freak.
	Spotting a horse, Sir Vincent ran towards and leapt on the 
horse.  Peering one last time, he galloped his way out of the village 
and towards the sunset.  The village never saw him again...
	"Do you know the legend to this no-named grave, sir?" the 
lady asked.
	"Huh?  Uh...what is it?" Knightfall replied.
	"Stories say that one knight stared at Lucifer straight into 
the eyes and died of fright.  A fallen angel felt sorry for him and 
buried him on top of this hillside and clear all the trees so that 
everyone from around will mourn for him.  The gods were so pleased 
that they took him back to the heavens." The lady said eagerly.
	"The fact is, is that the knight fought a barbarian but died.  
A fallen knight buried him and was later banished from the land.  He 
never did go back to the heavens." Knightfall corrected.
	"And how do you know that?  Are you a historian?"
	"No, I was that fallen knight 2135 years ago."
	"heh he.  Very funny, sir.  You are very witty, you know 
that?  By the way, what is your name?"
	"Knightfall."  
	He placed the rose on top of the grave and walked off.