This story take place in medival time, and it 's an estimate I came up with a while ago. To the tug who keeps posting rude commentary on my `` Jessie '' sex stories, hump 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 series, but that 's up to you guys. state me in the input if you want another, and I 'll make another : )
I hope you guys revel reading this and much as I enjoyed writing it, so grab some popcorn, turn off your Hanna MT CD, and enjoy.

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At a new age, I was found in the woodwind. I was taken in by the Innkeepers, a squeamish old peeress named Fiona, and her hubby, 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 heart onset. After that, Thet was never the same. 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 sheets of room three, I heard an someone outside yell `` They 're coming ! ''. I had no approximation 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 blackamoor ogre. '' Thet said calmly, but there was a trace of concern in those words.
Soon we spotted a mathematical group of men in shadow armor approaching. In the front was a very tall man, about seven animal foot magniloquent. The knights of our hamlet ran towards them in their armor, equipped with steel and arrows. For some reasonableness I knew they did n't stand a chance.

Everyone in the small town moved confining to see what would encounter. As the horse moved past us, I felt something was wrong. I glanced at Thet before turning my psyche back to the oncoming battle. The marvelous one in front end, Thet pointed out, was Gillian. The knights stopped running as they got within a few feet of Gillian. It looked like the knights were trying to bargain with him, but to no avail. When Gillian shook his head, Thet handed me the brand, and told me to be careful before he ran into the shed to grab one for himself.

The knight got into they 're fighting posture, and Gillian laughed in joy. He looked at his men, and then looked at the horse. With a pic of his finger's breadth, all the knights'armor either snapped off, or to the unlucky I, melted into their chain mail armour underneath. It must have seeped into their hide, because they gave earth-shattering screams as it happened. Thet returned in prison term to determine the horror unfold. To the knights who were lucky, they ran, or at least test to run away. Before they got very far, Gillian stopped them by raising his hired man. They just froze. He stared each one, one at a metre, and when he looked away from one, he disappeared. Vanished into thin air. He lowered his hand, and raised his headspring. 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 nominal head of us.
'' What ... What do you want f-from us ? Thet stuttered.
'' low-down your weapon, peasant. They will do you no good. '' Gillian said, in a deep voice.
Regardless of what Gillian said, Thet kept his artillery 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 live you. '' I asked.
'' Because you are mine. '' He said.
Thet and I took a step back in shock.
'' What do you mean he 's yours ? ! My married woman and I found him in the forest, and we 've raised him ever since ! And that was 14 years ago ! '' Thet yelled.
'' Because that was fate. That same day he was born, but my learner hated the fact that I would have a son, knowing my son would be my best-loved. He decided to try and leave the child to die, deep in the forest. We searched, trying to recover him, but we never did. When I heard he was active, I began my quest to find my heritor. '' Said Gillian.

'' But ... But your evil ! '' Thet shouted.
'' I do n't sort myself to be good or evil. I do what I want, yes, but I do n't go out of my way to be vicious. I may lean more towards that face 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 oculus lit a brilliantly green, his hair turned albumen, and he reached out his hand.
'' Raise your hand, boy. '' He said. Slowly, I raised my hand, only to see a xanthous lambency locomotion from our hands until they met. My hair turned white, and my eyes a bright green, just like his. After this, I was able to watch one of Gillian 's 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 rule, and the yellow glow faded.

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

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Soooo ... Did you like it ? I hope so. pull up stakes a comment, telling me if it should be a serial publication. I think it could be. Constructive criticism is appreciated, and so are positive vote : )