The meadows wind sings, the wheat in the fields rustle and dance to it's song.

The blue skies light shine on the green grass, and reflects on the clear blue rivers.

On the road marched an army of Knights, their banner was blue with three maidens coloured in gold each holding a sword.

The army marched down to the river, their another army was stationed there banner was white with a red rose.

"Hault!" said King William, he wore a blue cape and a gold crown riding in the front lines of the army.

A man clad in red armour rode towards the King from the opposite side of the river, the clacking of the horses hoofs could be heard by both armies, scilence swept the riverside only it babbling to be heard.

The man in the red armour stopped in front of King William, he took of his helmet.

Red flowing hair streamed out of the helmet, a man with a scar on his right eye looked at William and spoke.

"It's been a while." said King Conor "Is their away they you can spare my lads?"

William looked at the army across the river seeing leather clad militia men, and peasants holding pitchforks and harvest scythes, he paused.

"Some of them are farm boys from the fields, and others have families in towns not far from here?" Conor said, William looking back at his forces saw Knights on horses and well armoured pikemen in formation.

"We will fight one on one." William said. "We will fight till one of us falls, the blood of young men shall not be spilt this day, go forth and and meet me near Riverside."

King Conor smiled, and eagerly rode back to across the sea to his army.

William rode down the file for ten minutes to meet up with a man wearing Yellow armour.

"Duke Forte!" Shouted William as he stopped his horse.

Forte wore black and gold armour his sword in hand ready to charge at any minute.

"Your Majesty!" Forte smiled "we can take on this army then Caledonia will be ours in a day's March give me the order an-" He paused.

"King Conor, and I have come to an agreement." William paused. "I and Conor are to fight till one of us falls." Duke Forte frowned. " But, Sire if we take out this rabble then Caledonia is ours!" Forte pleaded "a few boys lives are wor-"

"That's enough!" sneared William "I as King of Albion order you not to attack that army if I fall or Conor does, do you understand me!" shouted William.

Duke Forte looked at William a scilence to the two men.

"Understood" Forte said riding down the file, William looking at the river saw King Conor brandishing his sword, King William rode down to the river.

"William are you ready my friend?" Conor asked, William got of the horse, and Drew his sword.

"Are you ready Conor?" William asked, Conor shook his head, the two lunged at each other.

Conor slashed, Williams sword collided Sparks flew, the two began their fight, Conor jumped back William stabbed the air.

Both armies were cheering their kings, William lunged and slashed, Conor parried and cut Williams arm.

Williams arm bled, William grabbed Conor's arm and stabbed him in the gut.

William lied Conor down, and blood drip from Conor's mouth.

"W-William?" Conor stuttered. "are, are they safe?" William looked at the opposite side of the river, the militia men on their knees, and the peasants crying.

"Yes they're safe, you have my word." William said. "Good." said Conor" Good." Conor paused his eyes cold, and staring in the sky, William clossed them.

Two horsemen clad in red armour took Conors body and rode away, the army on the opposite side of the river began to disband, and Williams army marched back to the capital.