Zorn stared deep into his ocarina, wondering what could have caused this strange phenomenon. Supposedly there was only one Ocarina of Malta. “Could it be a replica?” Zorn thought to himself, leaning on the wooden table in front. “Guess who!” Sophia said, cupping her brother’s eyes with her hands. “I’ll give you a hint. It is not your adorable baby sister.” “No…it’s a pain in my ass…” Sophia angrily tried to strangle Zorn’s neck with her tiny hands but his thought process didn’t seem to be distracted. The door of the small shack suddenly burst open with the grandmother standing in the center. “Quickly, I can’t believe my eyes!” The two followed the old woman outside where the entire village appeared to be mesmerized by men in white riding on horseback. “How does my hair look? I never expected to see THEM here.” “Who are they?” Zorn asked. He noticed several men wearing all white with a giant red cross in the center of their cloaks and swords at their sides. The man in front was a plump, ignorant looking man who apparently eats more than the village in its entirety. He reached into his cloak to pull out a large jug filled with an alcoholic drink. “They are the infamous Holy Templars. The man in front is in charge. He is Bishop Baul. Id rather say I would have preferred a child to be in charge other than him.”

“I don’t understand. Who are the Holy Templars and why are you so nervous seeing them?”

“You don’t know?” The grandmother stuttered. She turned her attention back toward the men on horseback. “The Holy Templars are the knights of the Holy Kingdom of Azul. It is said that no person of lower class is permitted even a few feet in front of their gates. Only those chosen by God can enter.”

“That’s not right granny.” Sophia moans, tugging the old woman’s gown.

“They are the only large kingdom that has not been taken over by evil yet.”

“Why are they here?” Zorn asked.

“I overheard a bit of commotion about them being here on account of the monster that attacked us.”

“They must know about the ocarina…” Zorn realized instantly. “Huh?” His eyes became trapped staring at one of the Templars on horseback. This man, a man with blue hair and short glasses, was staring straight at Zorn as well. “Who is he?”

“Hmm…” The grandmother looked at the man who caught Zorn’s gaze. “Oh that is the Bishop’s second in command. His name is William Bargot.”

The man William, squinted his eyes thoroughly until finding the ocarina at Zorn’s side. In panic the man waved his arm in the air. “Seize him!!!” He shouted. Before Zorn knew it a swarm of Templars were coming his way.

“Ah shit!” Zorn growled before drawing his sword just in time to block an attack. “…They aren’t trying to harm me…” Another Templar attacked but Zorn moved away just as both men crashed into one another. Zorn then raised his weapon but pauseed as the sharp tip of a spear stopped inches away from his throat. The warrior slowly gulped, his eyes gazed over toward William‘s. The brightness of the sun shown down on the man’s glasses to prevent anyone from seeing the seriousness of his eyes. “Do not even move an inch. Take him away!”
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William walked back up toward his horse, petting the animal gently on the neck. “What was all the ruckus about, William?” Bishop Baul groaned after taking another sip out of his jug.

“Nothing my lord. We just found the one responsible for this mess .”

“Did he have the Ocarina of Malta?”

“Afraid not, sir. He was just the average crook.” William had said. Bishop Baul and the other Templars began marching with their horses once again. William stared at the bishop a few seconds before shoving the ocarina secretly in his bag. “Tim, are you ready? Tim?”

A young boy, around 15 years of age also wore the white attire with the same Templar sigil. He bent down to his knees and plucked a yellow flower from the ground. He calmly walked over to Sophia who was now looking down, attempting to keep her cries silent. “Excuse me miss.” The young Templar said. He handed her the flower with a peaceful smile on his face. Sophia giggled as she held the flower tightly to her chest. “What is your name?”

“S…Sophia…”

“That is such a pretty name.” The boy said, his grin widening.

“What is your name?”

“Oh um well…” The young lad put a arm nervously behind his head. His cheeks started to blush. “My names Tim…”

“That is a pretty name too. Are you a Templar too?”

“Who me? Oh no. I’m just the average squire. I clean the clothes and cook and stuff.”

“UH!” Sophia appeared to be disappointed. “That’s so mean of them. Making you do all that…”

This time the boy put both arms behind his head and laughed with nervousness. “No, no, no. It’s really not that bad. They give me food and a place to sleep.”

“You sleep inside with them….”

“Actually….uh yes…” Tim’s smile remained but he refused to tell the girl that he sleeps outside with the horses. “Anyway I have big brother William. He always sneaks food out for me. He’s not my real brother or anything more like an adopted one and stuff.”

A rock smacked the boy on the back of his head. “Hurry up you idiot!” William shouted from atop horseback.

Sophia grabbed the boy by his wrist quickly. “Please…” She said with tears in her eyes. “Let my brother go. Please…” Tim stares in her pleading eyes, speechless.

As he hopped on top the horse, the boy grabbed William around the stomach to prevent himself from falling off. He could not help but look back at Sophia, her words resonating in his mind. “Don’t do it.” William said as he stared straight ahead with his glasses twitching from his fingers. “Don’t fall in love with that girl.” Tim looked down in shame.
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Zorn is thrown into a watery prison. Due to a high tide water from the ocean continues to pour through the steel bars of the cell. The drains on the ground allowed some water to seep back out. The cell door was closed as the guard began to walk away. “…A bit of a flood you know.” Zorn shouted.

“Get me more sake!” Bishop Baul ordered one of his minions. The Bishop leant back on a nice red chair. There was a knock on the door of the room. “Enter!”

One of the Templar men enter the room with news. “My lord, what should we do with the prisoner?”

“I’m in a bad mood right now so I don’t know right now. Ask William.”

“We are out of sake m…my lord.”

Bishop Baul stands up in rage. “Hang the prisoner at dawn!”