This story charter place in medival multiplication, and it 's an idea I came up with a while ago. To the jerk who keeps posting lowbred comments on my `` Jessie '' sex story, fuck off.
No sex in this one, sorry. But I think it 's worth the register if your into fiction. I hope it can be a series, but that 's up to you guy wire. Tell me in the comment if you want another, and I 'll draw another : )
I hope you guys enjoy reading this and much as I enjoyed writing it, so snap some popcorn, turn off your Hanna Treasure State CD, and enjoy.

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At a youthful age, I was found in the woodwind. I was taken in by the Innkeepers, a nice old peeress named Fiona, and her married man, Thet. They named me Brian, after they 're son who died when he was a nipper. They raised me until I was eight, until Fiona was struck down by a pith attack. After that, Thet was never the Saami. 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 canvas of room three, I heard an person 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 group of men in dark armour approaching. In the front was a very tall man, about seven feet tall. The knights of our Village ran towards them in their armour, equipped with swords and arrows. For some understanding I knew they did n't stand a chance.

Everyone in the village moved near to see what would bechance. As the horse moved preceding us, I felt something was wrong. I glanced at Thet before turning my head back to the onset fight. The grandiloquent one in front, Thet pointed out, was Gillian. The knights stopped running as they got within a few metrical unit 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 knights got into they 're fighting stance, and Gillian laughed in delectation. He looked at his men, and then looked at the knights. With a motion picture of his fingers, all the horse'armour either snapped off, or to the unlucky 1, melted into their concatenation chain armor armor underneath. It must have seeped into their cutis, because they gave earth-shattering screech as it happened. Thet returned in time to follow the repugnance unfold. To the knight who were favourable, they ran, or at to the lowest degree judge 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 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 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 handgrip 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 system, peasant. They will do you no effective. '' Gillian said, in a deep voice.
Regardless of what Gillian said, Thet kept his arm pointed at him. I however, put mine down.
'' I have traveled many stat mi to see you. '' Gillian pointed at me.
'' Why ? I do n't even make love you. '' I asked.
'' Because you are mine. '' He said.
Thet and I took a step back in shock.
'' What do you stand for he 's yours ? ! My married woman and I found him in the timberland, and we 've raised him ever since ! And that was fourteen year ago ! '' Thet yelled.
'' Because that was fate. That Same day he was born, but my apprentice hated the fact that I would have a son, knowing my son would be my favorite. He decided to try and result the tyke to die, deep in the forest. We searched, trying to find him, but we never did. When I heard he was awake, I began my quest to discover my heritor. '' 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 evil. I may list more towards that slope yes, but I really do n't manage. '' Gillian said.
'' I want some proof ! I do n't really belive your his- ''
Just then, Gillian 's oculus lit a bright green, his haircloth turned white, and he reached out his hand.
'' Raise your deal, boy. '' He said. Slowly, I raised my mitt, only to see a yellowish glow travel from our hands until they met. My haircloth turned clean, and my eyes a brightly gullible, just like his. After this, I was able to look on one of Gillian 's retentivity. 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 optic went back to normal, and the lily-livered freshness faded.

'' That was the import after you were born. Later that day, you were taken. I know your are my son, because you too part my ability. We Backwaters plowshare a giving given at the kickoff of meter. Come with me, and I will instruct 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 mogul will say that way, unless you get training. You have seen my world power, now, would you like to memorise 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 literary criticism is appreciated, and so are positive voting : )