Here is a short story written by Blade Ironfoot (hockeyboy240@aol.com)
I woke up. I heard some voices outside my chamber door.
"Yes, but shall we tell the master?" said one voice.
"Fine"
The door creacked open.
"Master, Master!! The West End Castle is requsting our help in defending their sacred castle from the lizardman!"
"Okay..listen, I want you too to wake everyone up and tell them to get all the weapons and armor and food they can hold and meet me outside" I said.
"Yes, my lord" The two stumbled out the door.
I grabbed my long sword and kite sheild, slipped on my war helmet, and went outside on the parade ground. Pretty soon, my whole army was there, half-asleep, but ready.
"March!!!" I twirled my sword, and we marched west, to the West End Castle.
The way was long and hard, but we eventually got their to find the West End Castle in ruins, but their warriors still fighting. We charged in, and slaughtered the puny lizardmen. In return for our help, they promised to help us whenever we needed it.
"I won't be needing help." i said. I knew that we should have stayed longer, to insure that they will not be attacked again, but instead, we headed back home, under the moonlight. |