Alright! I put up the poll to see what you wanted for a story but you haven't been voting! So, I desided to write snippets for all four stories. It's a little part of the stories I'm planning. Email me which one you want first. This is the medival adventure story.
Crash! James Armont glares down at the cowering figure below him. His battlehorse, Midnight, shifts its position slightly. "Please, mercy!" the bandit begs shaking with fear. His request is met by the boy's hard glare.
James snorts. "Not so brave without your big ax and burly friends huh?" His glare softens...slightly. "Get up."
The man scrambles to his feet. "Are you letting me go?" he asks hopefully.
James grunts dismissivly. "Of course not. You're a wanted criminal in all forty fiefs of Gorwen. I'm taking you to King Adian for trial."
The man's face pales. "No! I will die if I go there!"
James sighs exasperated. "You should've thought of that when you joined those bandits. Your friends had no mercy when they slaughtered my village. You are lucky that my code of honor allows all my enemies a chance to live. I could've gutted you."
The man whimpers and slumps to the ground defeated. James feels a twang of pity for the man, but the thought of his 5 year old sister's murder stops it.
"Get up." he says gruffly. The man obeys. At that very moment, an arrow pierces the bandit's throat silencing him. James whirls around. A hooded figure stands at the edge of the tree line. "What is your business here? Why have you killed..."
He is cut off quickly. "That man is a wanted crinimal. I've been hired to kill him. Besides, his buddies killed every living family member I had and burned my home to the ground when I was seven." James is stunned. Not only was the figure someone who knew his pain, the figure sounded like a girl. A girl! Before he could question the fact, the archer disappears into the trees.
He ponders whether or not to go after her. Glancing at the black shafted arrow, he desides that it wasn't the wisest idea.
As James gently urges Midnight down the path, two blue eyes follow him. "The son of Arthur is ready. The usurper's reign is coming to an end."
If someone had watched, he would see the eyes shift and disappear.
Hello readers! I am a girl with an overactive imagination and some random hyperactive bursts. I get it from my six year old brother. Writing and reading are two things I do a lot. I may offend some people without meaning to and forgive me if I do. I just want say that I want your imput. This is your blog too. Just ask and if I like it and it is reasonable, I'll put it onto my blog! I may be a little childish at times, but hey, that's how I am. Look around to see what I've made! Enjoy!
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