Two very different knights (Me and link. No kill)

Aberham walked into the cafe in castle town,

He was glad that he had kept his entire career anonymous to all but a few peaple. Sure he had to deal with those knights a while back, but he had killed them all and they were no longer a threat.

He liked castle town, it was the best city he knew. The best food, the best inn's, the most familiar people. But he knew that somewhere in this town, the hero of Hyrule probably lived here. Along with the princess Zelda, and along with the castle and the main base of operations. He knew that one day he would lead the assault on that castle, his name known deep in the hearts of every man, woman and child in Hyrule.

But for now his face and name were not well known on the continent. He stopped into town not because he was hungry, not because he wanted to kill everyone inside. He walked down into the center of town and stopped at the best cafe in the entire city. It was not fancy, or expensive. But it was big, it was local and it had some of the best food in Hyrule. Many people in the town ate there for lunch everyday and Aberham wished he could do the same.

He stopped in on one of its most busiest days unfortunately. This cafe was known for speedy service and always having a place to sit, even if it is not where you want to sit. He walked in and a young woman with two big plates, one in each hand, and a pitcher of milk on her head who was a waitress told him to follow her to his seat. The dark knight had to enter a slow jog to keep up with her, but his legs were longer and he had no trouble.

She sat him down and asked for his order. He then thought for a moment and asked for a ham, egg, and cheese sandwich along with a bottle of milk. The woman pored him a bottle immediately and went off to go fetch his sandwich from the kitchen. Aberham tilted the front of his visor up ever so slightly so he could sip his drink. He did not want people seeing his face. He maneuvered himself so he was sitting with his black and red cape hanging to the side. It was more dignified. When he looked around the cafe he realized that if anyone else came in they would be asked to sit at his booth.

Aberham tore into his food, though not in the way you would expect.

He ate at a normal pace sure but every bit he took was at least two to three times as big as a normal bite! The quality of the food was good, the bread was not particularly rough or particularly soft. The meat and cocoo eggs were both fresh and though he couldn't quite place if he was eating goat cheese or cheese from a cow he merly shrugged his shoulders and sipped his milk at a similar rate. He finished his food in about three bites and after he politely wiped his mouth clean he asked his passing waiter as soon as she came back for another, and a refill on his milk. Milk was not like ale, you could drink it until you got sick and it would only make your bones stronger and your back better aligner with the rest of you. There was truly no fresher milk than that of castle town, even if they served it in small bottles. She poured him another glass and he started on it immediately.

It was when he knocked his head back for another sip that he saw out of the corner of his eye a knight, he was almost certainly a knight of the castle, even if he was a little young. Still, Aberham himself was only twenty eight years old. But still old enough to join the army, still old enough to be a knight. He could not tell if he was a knight or a squire yet to prove himself, but he was to old to be a page. He waved him over. "Hey, another knight. Come sit with me friend." The black knight never got to talk to anyone on the road so if he could get some company he would rather it be someone like him. If link looked at him closely he would be able to make out a bronze/brown shimmer in the bigger chinks of his armor, it was a telltale sign of dragon scales. If you could slay the dragon to get the armor, then you were surly a great warrior to have done it alone.

Aberham was glad the other knight would sit with him, no one was really rude in Hyrule. That was why he liked his home kingdom better than anywhere else in the world. "Yes you could say that, more along the lines of a freelance knight than an adventurer." He held the accent of a man from Hyrule, a working man. Even though as of late he had been staying in nice inn's and eating nice food, killing war Cyclopes, fending off a dozen attackers at a time, and pile driving dragons from several story's up into the air back on the ground, (yes all of that has happened, read his missions to see) was very hard work, even if it did not occupy his every hour.

His every movement made a large amount of noise, audible even over all of the chatter of the cafe around them. He was wearing two pairs of very heavy armor, he was like a walking tank. A tank the creaked despite of it's overall quality. "What are you? Hylian knight? I always wanted to be one of those when I was a lad." The waitress placed both of their sandwiches steaming hot on the table, Abe gave her a nod of thanks. He really would have to eat here more often....

Aberham looked down at his armor. Well, both of his armors. One was of some of the finest steel with a darkened tone and the other which was under the first was made out of Cyclops skin and the scales from the hardest part of a minor dragon, a Drake. Easy as hard as any steel. "Thank you. I have delved one point seven million rupees into this suit of combined armor. Insuring that no arrow or common sword could pierce it. More than half of that price went into a strength increasing enchantment. I do not like to brag, but when I am wearing the steel plate I have the physical strength of a master. Stronger than anyone I have heard of that is real and alive right now."

"Take the hero of Hyrule." He said in between his other paragraph and a bite of his sandwich. He was eating at a lesser rate now, but still enough to put a bare to shame. "I've read about how he was able to lift towers of obsidian that reached into the sky over his head and toss them a hundred yards away." He took a sip of his drink. "Oh listen to me ramble, so you were one of the last accepted huh?" Abe thought over the few knights he had met in his life. Mostly on the bakers dozen he had recently killed. They were good sorts, patriotic, brave, skilled. To bad they were on the wrong side. "You seem like a brave young man. When I was your age I was like you, itching to prove myself. Not to the crown, but to a mercenary company...." Another drink. "Boy didn't that not work out..."

"I-.... thought that way to. When I was young." Aberham felt a bit sad, for a moment he thought that he was being a knight for all the wrong reasons. There was no sense of wonder anymore, no storybook fantasy like those he would read when he was a boy. It had become a job, a threatening, dangerous, hard, unrewarding job. It gave much wealth, but demanded blood in return. His heart was still broken ever since that one bad job that changed everything.

He shook it off, like it or not he wasn't a kid anymore. He was a man, who was in charge of himself. This wasn't some book, this was his life. He briefly wondered the age of the boy, old enough he supposed. Old enough to be of age to give his life for his king and young enough to do it for the right reasons. Was he doing it for the right reasons? Did he like killing people? Yes he responded to himself, the glory of battle was the one thing that he lived for. The rush of taking a hit, the surge of superiority from a kill. This bit of introspection would have to wait however, he was having a conversation.

"Is this your future? Are you going to die a knight for your kingdom? Do you hope to move up or get married?" It was a few simple questions, but they were some important things for anyone to ask themselves.

Aberham pushed his plate away, his meal half finished. He was not hungry anymore, just a bit sad with himself. "It's good to think about the future. You start thinking day by day and pretty soon you don't know up from down, things change and you miss them. You are only young once, it pretty much determines who you are and what you will be doing for the rest of your life. Do yourself a favor, get a stable job, try to meet someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, don't let your family make you up and don't for the love of the three goddesses take up a career in killing things. No matter what you fight for it will never feel worth it at the end of the day." Aberham felt somber a little bit sick. The thought of putting any more of the food in front of him inside his body made it even worse. "Don't..." He stood up. "be a...." he turned around and pushed in his chair. "knight." He walked away almost stumbling in his own skin. When he was out of the cafe nothing seemed right about the town, the walls used to make him feel so safe, back in his early days this is where he set his base of operations when he was a lowly adventurer getting chewed up by wolves for a living. He took the shortest possible route to the stables and thought about why he was wanted, the black knight was a mass murderer of men, good and evil alike. He was wanted in town and he deserved it, he vowed to leave this place and never come back until he was storming the place with the army's of evil behind him.