This story take seat in medival clock time, and it 's an theme I came up with a while ago. To the jerk who keeps posting primitive comments on my `` Jessie '' sex chronicle, shag off.
No sex in this one, sorry. But I think it 's worth the register if your into fabrication. I hope it can be a serial, but that 's up to you bozo. recount me in the input if you want another, and I 'll make another : )
I hope you guys enjoy reading this and much as I enjoyed writing it, so grab some Zea mays everta, turn off your Hanna Treasure State CD, and enjoy.

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

One day, as I was changing the bed canvass of way three, I heard an mortal 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 monster. '' Thet said calmly, but there was a hint of care in those words.
Soon we spotted a mathematical group of men in dingy armor approaching. In the front was a very tall man, about seven feet tall. The knights of our village ran towards them in their armor, equipped with steel and arrows. For some intellect I knew they did n't stand a chance.

Everyone in the village moved close to see what would befall. As the knight moved past us, I felt something was wrongly. I glanced at Thet before turning my chief back to the oncoming battle. The grandiloquent one in front, Thet pointed out, was Gillian. The knights stopped running as they got within a few feet of Gillian. It looked like the horse were trying to bargain with him, but to no avail. When Gillian shook his oral sex, Thet handed me the sword, and told me to be careful before he ran into the shed to snap up one for himself.

The knights got into they 're fighting posture, and Gillian laughed in delight. He looked at his men, and then looked at the knights. With a flick of his fingers, all the knight'armour either snapped off, or to the ill-fated unity, melted into their string mail armor underneath. It must have seeped into their skin, because they gave earth-shattering wow as it happened. Thet returned in prison term to watch the horror unfold. To the horse who were lucky, they ran, or at least tried 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 clock time, and when he looked away from one, he disappeared. Vanished into thin air. He lowered his hand, and raised his head. I felt a shiver 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 grip on his sword noticeably when they stood directly in front of us.
'' What ... What do you want f-from us ? Thet stuttered.
'' Lower your weapon, peasant. They will do you no unspoiled. '' Gillian said, in a deep voice.
Regardless of what Gillian said, Thet kept his weapon pointed at him. I however, put mine down.
'' I have traveled many Roman mile to see you. '' Gillian pointed at me.
'' Why ? I do n't even have sex you. '' I asked.
'' Because you are mine. '' He said.
Thet and I took a whole step back in shock.
'' What do you signify he 's yours ? ! My wife and I found him in the timber, and we 've raised him ever since ! And that was fourteen years ago ! '' Thet yelled.
'' Because that was fate. That same day he was born, but my Apprentice hated the fact that I would take in a son, knowing my son would be my dearie. He decided to try and lead the baby to die, deep in the forest. We searched, trying to witness him, but we never did. When I heard he was alive, I began my pursuance to find my heritor. '' Said Gillian.

'' But ... But your immorality ! '' Thet shouted.
'' I do n't assort myself to be adept or immorality. I do what I want, yes, but I do n't go out of my way to be wickedness. I may lean more towards that side yes, but I really do n't care. '' Gillian said.
'' I want some proof ! I do n't really belive your his- ''
Just then, Gillian 's eyes lit a bright park, his hairsbreadth turned Edward D. White, and he reached out his hand.
'' Raise your hand, boy. '' He said. Slowly, I raised my paw, only to see a sensationalistic freshness travel from our men until they met. My hairsbreadth turned blanched, and my eyes a bright green, just like his. After this, I was capable to watch out one of Gillian 's computer storage. 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 hair and eyes went back to formula, and the yellow glowing 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 ability. 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 happen that you knew was going to ? This major power will say that way, unless you get training. You have seen my power, now, would you like to learn how to use yours ? ``

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