The birds began their chirping at the first signs of sunlight. A disgruntled yawn startled some of the birds that had been singing away in the treetops. As soon as Roderick finished stretching, he hastily took off his boots and clothes to streak into the lake. He was butt-naked and he felt no shame. Not here at least. There were no people living in or around this part of the forest. It was rumored that many dangerous creatures found their home here and that the darkest parts had swallowed menās souls whole. Roderick thought it was perfect. Legends like these kept people at bay. He felt safe here. And being an outcast himself, he almost felt at home. Sometimes he could not sleep as he saw eyes preying on him in the distance. However, it seemed as if the birds enchanted their surroundings with their songs, keeping the darkness out. Once Roderick had finished his morning routine, he spruced himself up to the best of his abilities, strapped on his sword, and set out for the nearest town. Birds would sometimes stop mid-song as he passed underneath them, wondering where a roaring growl had come from - which, of course, had come from Roderickās stomach.
He had not eaten in days and his hunting skills were practically nonexistent. Luckily, he was familiar with a bakery in the nearest town, Rosebarrow, and it had the most delicious bread throughout the land of Estria. On top of that, it was free for him most of the time.
The townsfolk would look at him in disgust from their front porches as soon as they laid eyes on him. His muddy boots and tattered clothes were almost certainly a sign he was an outcast. Roderick clenched his hand around the pommel of his sword when he heard two women talking in hushed voices as they walked by, glaring at him. It was the usual. It was the world he lived in and he had come to accept.
Roderick turned a corner and the air was suffused with the smell of freshly baked bread. He exhaled deeply, trying to release the tension in his body from encountering the townspeople and sauntered into the bakery. A bell chimed and soon after a young man came hurrying from the back room to welcome his customer.
āRoderick!ā he said, smiling from ear to ear. āItās good to see you again.ā
Roderick looked around, his eyes carefully inspecting the place. He had come here every week for the past six months and had learned to be cautious. The young man twiddled with his fingers, seeming to wait for Roderick to say something back or, at the very least, make eye contact.
āIs he here?ā Roderick finally said.
āNoā, the young man replied, his smile sobering up. āHe is seeing some investors. He wants to go into the gold mining industry or something.ā
Roderick didnāt reply. The young man took that as his cue, turned around to collect an arm full of loaves from the shelves behind him, and placed them on the counter. Roderick opened his bag and put the loaves inside. They were still warm, and for some reason a wave of sadness passed through his body.
The young man looked at him, his eyes trailing Roderickās every movement as if he might disappear at any moment. When Roderick shoved the last loaf in his bag, the young man leaned over the counter and gave him a kiss.
Roderick recoiled. āNot now, Charlie!ā he snapped. āIn broad daylight?ā
āCalm down, no one saw us,ā said Charlie. But Roderickās eyes widened in fear. āI just told you my dad is meeting up with investors and you know I would never kiss you if anyone was around. Trust me. Why are you always so anxious about this?ā
His body stiffened at the remark. āWhy?ā shouted Roderick. āAre you seriously asking me this question?ā Roderick swiveled on his heels and made for the door.
āWait. Wait!ā Charlie hurried after him. Ā "I am sorry. That was foolish. Please stay.ā
Roderick stared at him incredulously. āDo you know how many of us are killed every single day, Charlie?ā Tears crept up in the corner of his eyes. āFor real, what were you thinking? If we continue to keep this up, itās going to get us both killed! Fucking killed, Charlie! The Royal Guard kill people like us on the spot!ā
Charlie stepped closer. His fingers gently wiping away the tears streaking across Roderickās face. āI know,ā he whispered.
āDonāt you dare touch me like this!ā Roderick batted his hand away. Roderick reached for the doorknob, but before he could open the door Charlie had slapped him in the face.
āYou are the man I love,ā his fist pulled back, ready to deal a heavy blow. āYouā¦,ā he stammered. āYouā¦ of all people. Donāt you dareā¦,ā Charlie lowered his fist and started sobbing.
Roderick knew where Charlie was going. He used to be more certain of himself. But the more he got to know himself, the less of him was left. The people of Estria didnāt accept two men loving each other.
āThis is not good for any of us, this secrecy. Itās eating us alive!ā
āItās eating you aliveā Charlie retorted.
When I was about to leave the house for goodā¦,ā Roderick said, clenching his fist, āā¦my father walked up to me, opened the door, and said he was not going to judge me, but heād be happy to break my neck so God could do the judging a little sooner, and shoved me outside.ā
Charlie fell silent. Roderick had told him everything about his past, and he could not possibly forget something like that. Ā "I understand,ā he whispered.
āNo!ā he shot Charlie an icy stare. āI donāt think you understand.ā He opened the door and stormed out. The bell chimed violently as he smashed the door shut.
The steps on the stairs creaked. āCharlie?ā came a voice. Charlie jerked around and froze instantly.
āIā¦ I thought you were out of town,ā Charlie said, his face pale and his eyes wide with terror.
āYou are a sin, my disgrace of a son.ā
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The next morning Roderick woke up exhausted. He barely slept and the few dreams he had were all about Charlie never wanting to speak to him again. Charlie had only tried to reconcile, he shouldnāt have stormed off like he had. Roderick packed his things and once again set out for Rosebarrow.
Upon arriving at the bakery he noticed that a rather large crowd had gathered around its entrance. As he made his way through the crowd, he passed a man who said, āI heard his own father has done him in. Praise that man.ā Another woman said, āItās probably going to take a while to scrub that sinful blood out from the floor.ā
Terror swept quick as lightning over Roderickās face. His heart raced as he made his way to the edge of the crowd. He noticed a woman speak to two men in red cloaks. āThat must be the royal guard,ā thought Roderick. āCould you describe to me what the man looked like?ā inquired one of the guards. āMan? Heās an abomination! Just like that scum Charlie you found dead on the floor this morning.ā
Roderickās heart almost pounded out of his chest and he could barely make out what the woman was saying among the thunder in his head. āHe has curly hair and green eyes and is about this height,ā to which the woman rose her hand a foot above her head. āAnd he has a sword with a very distinguishable guard. An owl!ā Roderickās heart might as well have stopped at that very moment, but instead it was pounding so quickly and loud that people around him might have heard it. He glanced at his sword, quickly covered the guard with his hand, and made his way out of the crowd as fast as he could, fighting back the tears that might give him away. All he wanted was to get out of that place, out of that town.
He arrived in the woods two hours later. Charlie was dead. Roderickās only reason to live had been murdered by his own father. He stared blankly into the lake. The water looked serene and darkly inviting. He trudged off into the lake and continued walking limply against the rising water that slowly swallowed him whole. He dived in and tried to stay underwater by holding on to the vegetation growing on the bottom. But no matter how hard Roderick tried, he wouldnāt drown. His head parted the water and he gasped for air before disappearing into the lake again as quickly as he had surfaced. He kept trying to drown himself, but after failing a dozen times he finally gave up. Roderick crawled out of the water and slammed the bank with his fists, making water and sand splash up around him. āIs this what is left of me?ā he cried. āHow could I have let this happen?ā He unsheathed his sword and pressed the point to his chest. But upon seeing the sword he remembered Charlieās words: āThis sword is an heirloom. But we never even look at it. Here, you can have it.ā He remembered how Charlie looked at him as he handed Roderick the sword. āMay it protect you in the forest and guide you to greater heights. Thereās something about you, and Iām not quite sure what it is, but I think you can change this land for the better. I think itās your eyesā¦they look so determined.ā
Roderick had accepted the sword rather hesitantly. āWell if you insist, then I shall hereby promise that this sword will not only serve to protect my own ass, but will also serve to protect you.ā And then they kissed and laughed, and kissed a little more. Roderick had no idea where his determination had gone since that day, but he started to suspect that it wasnāt the forest that would swallow his soul whole, but rather the people living in Estria themselves.
A breeze rustled through the trees when suddenly the wind picked up. Birds chirped loudly as their branches swayed. Roderick clenched his sword, his eyes darting around the trees. As quickly as it started, the wind fell silent. Roderickās mouth fell open in utter bewilderment. It might have been his imagination, but there, only a few feet in front of him, stood Charlie with his back turned to Roderick. His eyes widened as he used his arms to crawl forward, his hand trembling violently as it reached out for Charlie.
āCharlie!ā his eyes welling up. His face was soon a mixture of tears and cold water that had dripped from his hair. āI am so sorry!ā He forced his body up despite the exhaustion and ran towards Charlie. But he could not will his body for long, his legs were shaking and quickly gave out, making him fall back to his knees. Charlie did not move. āI am a coward,ā Roderick began, āI promised I would protect you but even that I couldnāt do.ā He waited for a response, but none came. āCharlie?ā Still nothing. āCharlie, I love you.ā Roderick was desperate. āCharlie, what do you want me to say? Say something. Pleaseā¦,ā he said as he dragged himself forward. And just when he was almost able to graze Charlieās feet, Charlie turned around and held out his hand, smiling.
Roderick could feel his blood gushing through his veins as he looked at Charlieās hand hovering in front of his face. He grasped it, and Charlie helped him up. For a moment they looked at each other. The storm raging in Roderickās eyes calmed. The wind started to pick up again, and his lover vanished as quickly as he had appeared.
Night fell and Roderickās sobs turned into anger as he rummaged in his bag and found that the once warm bread was cold. āEstria and all its people can go fuck themselves!ā he shouted at the clouds above him. āYou were always there for me. Your kind and loving self. You gave me this sword and bread and picked me up when no one else would,ā he thought as he clenched his fist, nails digging so deep into his skin that it began to bleed.
All of a sudden, it was as if the fire the townsfolk said he would burn in for all of eternity filled his heart. Roderick stood tall. āNo one will define me! I will define myself, and if their God doesnāt praise me, I will praise myself!ā The wind continued to howl. āI promised I would protect you with this sword and I will.ā He lifted it high in the air and looked at the sword as it glistened in the moonlight. āDo you hear me?!ā He shouted. āIn your memoryā¦,ā tears welled up in the corner of his eyes, āā¦ I promise to protect everyone whoās different like us. Even if it costs me my life.ā He pounded his chest. āDo you hear me?ā he shouted again. āI shall fight. Nor the kingās army nor the people of Estria shall defy me. I am going to train and I will proclaim myself a knight to make sure anyone can be whoever the hell they want to be and love whoever the hell they want to love. I will look after them as you looked after me. This ends here!ā And even though tears were rolling down his face, his eyes grew more and more determined.
āā3 years laterāā
Roderick had taken on an apprenticeship as a blacksmith. Heād promised to work diligently and refused any form of compensation as long as the blacksmith taught him how to use his sword. He worked the iron, and with every blow of the hammer he remembered his vow. Each evening he practiced his stances and technique as if his life depended on it - and it did. After three years of toiling every day without pause, he felt confident in his skills. Roderick took the final test, forged his own armor, and passed with flying colors. āRemarkable, the owl elements you managed to put in this armor,ā said his teacher, his face beaming with approval. āItās outstanding.ā
The blacksmith had gifted him a black stallion. Together on his horse Valicius, Roderick forged ahead, looking for other knights to join his order. He galloped to all quarters of the compass, sleeping in the scorching heat of deserts and camping in the darkest of caves.
Seven months passed and the clatter of hooves that long had been the only sound to keep him company was soon a rolling thunder that would turn the heads of anyone who heard it. For now, riding beside Roderick were seven other knights that had joined the order:
The Pink Eagle, a princess whose father ordered the death of her beloved Anna, by lashing her until she collapsed.
The Black Arrow, who never missed a shot except when it comes to romance. He carries a bow made of entangled vines.
The Gator, a pan knight who was banished and left to his own devices in the swamps of Argar, where he wrestled alligators and gained strength.
The Eclipse, who was excommunicated after a church member found he took too much liking in men and women, and his non-binary sibling Deimos, who is so strong they can uproot fully grown trees with their bare hands.
The Diamond, a trans woman to who people threw stones at after a fellow mine worker once caught her wearing a dress. Her armor is made out of the strongest materials, inset with a diamond placed over her heart, that no stone will ever be able to scratch.
And the Ace, who refused to make love and have children after she was betrothed to a handsome nobleman. She was thrown to the wolves but was quickly accepted by them.
Grass streaked underneath the thudding of hooves, but vanished as they came to a halt. There they stood, side by side on their horses, on the edge of a cliff that overlooked Rosebarrow.
āTodayā, began Roderick, āI am honored and blessed to have you as my friends. Three years ago I made a vowā¦,ā he said, looking up, thinking about Charlie āā¦ that I would protect anyone who is queer with this sword.ā He heaved the sword to show the other knights. āThe kingās army and the people of Estria kill us for what? Because I like men? Because they donāt understand you are a woman? We are a disgrace they say. Say we should burn. But I donāt believe that! Nobody but me decrees what I can and cannot be!ā He banged his chest. āWe share the same pain and I have nothing but respect and admiration that you joined me on this mission. This isnāt my mission anymore, itās ours.ā
āThere are kids, people, who go through life with their heads down, ashamed of who they are. They have been taught that who they are is wrong and they canāt even be themselves, and if they are, they get punished. Accepting yourself, loving yourself, being proud of yourself, itās something all those people in Estria have. They are probably not even aware of what a privilege that is. And they call us a sin? Us? Fuck them. Being able to be yourself is a goddamn human right! And nobody, nobody, is going to take that away from us.ā
āWe have been through a lot. The battle is by far not only fought in the realm of the physical. The hardest battle is in our mind and hearts. But we are strong, we have overcome many trials, and you have given me the courage to stand up for others! To walk with pride!ā
āTonight we ride for Rosebarrow and let it be known we have arrived!
āWE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!ā the other knights bellowed, their horses rearing up.
āThe kingās army does not expect us to win
But we will never surrender!
Weakness is not in our hearts!
We will look at our fellow queers who struggle and fight day in and day out
And we will draw strength from them!
āWE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!ā
āNever will we let them fall, never will we let them down
āWE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!ā
āItās just the eight of us now, and it might be the eight of us forever
We cannot expect others to ride with us
But we continue to fight for them!
And welcome everyone with open arms
So we can walk with pride together!
āWE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!ā
āWE ARE THE PRIDE KNIGHTS!ā
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