This story take billet in medival clip, and it 's an idea I came up with a patch ago. To the jerking who keeps posting rude gossip on my `` Jessie '' sex stories, have a go at it off.
No sex in this one, sorry. But I think it 's worth the read if your into Fiction. I hope it can be a serial publication, but that 's up to you hombre. recount me in the comments if you want another, and I 'll make another : )
I hope you guys savor reading this and much as I enjoyed writing it, so grab some popcorn, bend off your Hanna Treasure State CD, and enjoy.

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At a Thomas Young age, I was found in the woods. I was taken in by the host, a nice old lady named Fiona, and her husband, Thet. They named me Brian, after they 're son who died when he was a baby. They raised me until I was eight, until Fiona was struck down by a heart plan of attack. After that, Thet was never the Lapplander. He still cared about me dearly however, because I was their son. Because of his old age, he was n't capable to run the Inn alone anymore. I helped him run it until something happened.

One day, as I was changing the bed rag of room three, I heard an soul outside yell `` They 're coming ! ''. I had no idea who this `` they '' were, so I ran downstairs to ask what was happening. I saw Thet grabbing a sword from the shed, as I asked.

'' It 's Gillian Backwater. He 's the leader of the Black Ogres. '' Thet said calmly, but there was a hint of reverence in those words.
Soon we spotted a group of men in coloured armour approaching. In the front was a very improbable man, about seven feet tall. The knight of our settlement ran towards them in their armor, equipped with swords and arrows. For some reason I knew they did n't stand a chance.

Everyone in the settlement moved close to see what would happen. As the knight moved past us, I felt something was wrong. I glanced at Thet before turning my head back to the oncoming battle. The tall one in front, Thet pointed out, was Gillian. The knight stopped running as they got within a few feet of Gillian. It looked like the knight were trying to dicker with him, but to no avail. When Gillian shook his head, Thet handed me the steel, and told me to be heedful before he ran into the shed to catch one for himself.

The knights got into they 're fighting stance, and Gillian laughed in delectation. He looked at his men, and then looked at the knight. With a movie of his finger's breadth, all the knights'armor either snapped off, or to the ill-omened unity, melted into their chain ring armour armour underneath. It must have seeped into their cutis, because they gave earth-shattering shriek as it happened. Thet returned in time to watch the revulsion unfold. To the horse who were lucky, they ran, or at least tried and true to run away. Before they got very far, Gillian stopped them by raising his hand. They just froze. He stared each one, one at a clip, and when he looked away from one, he disappeared. Vanished into flimsy air. He lowered his hired hand, and raised his drumhead. I felt a chill of coldness when I realized he was looking right at me.

He and his men slowly approached Thet and I, never looking away from me. Thet tightened his suitcase on his sword noticeably when they stood directly in front end of us.
'' What ... What do you want f-from us ? Thet stuttered.
'' dispirited your artillery, peasant. They will do you no ripe. '' Gillian said, in a late voice.
Regardless of what Gillian said, Thet kept his weapon system pointed at him. I however, put mine down.
'' I have traveled many miles to see you. '' Gillian pointed at me.
'' Why ? I do n't even know you. '' I asked.
'' Because you are mine. '' He said.
Thet and I took a whole step back in shock.
'' What do you have in mind he 's yours ? ! My married woman and I found him in the forest, and we 've raised him ever since ! And that was XIV years ago ! '' Thet yelled.
'' Because that was fortune. That Saame day he was born, but my prentice hated the fact that I would have a son, knowing my son would be my dearie. He decided to try and leave the child to die, deep in the woods. We searched, trying to chance him, but we never did. When I heard he was alive, I began my quest to find my heir. '' Said Gillian.

'' But ... But your evil ! '' Thet shouted.
'' I do n't classify myself to be good or evil. I do what I want, yes, but I do n't go out of my way to be iniquity. I may lean more towards that side yes, but I really do n't wish. '' Gillian said.
'' I want some cogent evidence ! I do n't really belive your his- ''
Just then, Gillian 's centre lit a bright leafy vegetable, his haircloth turned white, and he reached out his hand.
'' Raise your hand, boy. '' He said. Slowly, I raised my hand, only to see a chickenhearted glow travel from our hands until they met. My hairsbreadth turned clean, and my eyes a brightly green, just like his. After this, I was able to view one of Gillian 's memories. It was of him watching his wife hold me, in their bed. His married woman, my mother, hugged me gently. When the memory ended, a shockwave rattled everyone except us. Our whisker and eyes went back to normal, and the yellowish luminescence faded.

'' That was the here and now after you were born. Later that day, you were taken. I know your are my son, because you too share my power. We Backwaters share a gift given at the beginning of clock time. Come with me, and I will teach you how to use it. I know you 've encountered it before. Have you ever seen something bechance that you knew was going to ? This power will say that way, unless you get training. You have seen my great power, now, would you like to learn how to use yours ? ``

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Soooo ... Did you like it ? I hope so. Leave a comment, telling me if it should be a series. I think it could be. Constructive criticism is appreciated, and so are confident votes : )