This story take station in medival time, and it 's an musical theme I came up with a while ago. To the jerk who keeps posting bounderish input on my `` Jessie '' sex fib, screw off.
No sex in this one, sorry. But I think it 's worth the translate if your into Fiction. I hope it can be a serial publication, but that 's up to you hombre. say me in the comments if you want another, and I 'll take in another : )
I hope you guys enjoy reading this and much as I enjoyed writing it, so grab some popcorn, turn off your Hanna Montana CD, and enjoy.

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At a youthful age, I was found in the woods. I was taken in by the innkeeper, a nice old peeress named Fiona, and her husband, Thet. They named me Brian, after they 're son who died when he was a nestling. They raised me until I was eight, until Fiona was struck down by a heart attack. 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 capable to run the Inn alone anymore. I helped him run it until something happened.

One day, as I was changing the bed canvass of room three, I heard an someone 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 brand from the shed, as I asked.

'' It 's Gillian Backwater. He 's the leader of the Black person demon. '' Thet said calmly, but there was a hint of concern in those words.
Soon we spotted a radical of men in grim armor approaching. In the presence was a very improbable man, about seven metrical foot tall. The knights of our hamlet ran towards them in their armor, equipped with sword and arrow. For some reason I knew they did n't endure a chance.

Everyone in the Greenwich Village moved shut to see what would fall out. As the knight moved past us, I felt something was untimely. I glanced at Thet before turning my read/write head back to the oncoming battle. The grandiloquent one in front, Thet pointed out, was Gillian. The horse 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 service. When Gillian shook his question, Thet handed me the brand, and told me to be heedful before he ran into the shed to grab one for himself.

The knights got into they 're fighting position, 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'armor either snapped off, or to the unlucky one, melted into their chain chain armor armor underneath. It must have seeped into their pelt, because they gave earth-shattering riot as it happened. Thet returned in clock time to observe the revulsion unfold. To the knights who were golden, they ran, or at to the lowest degree 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 time, and when he looked away from one, he disappeared. Vanished into reduce 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 traveling bag on his blade noticeably when they stood directly in straw man of us.
'' What ... What do you need f-from us ? Thet stuttered.
'' humbled your weapon, barbarian. They will do you no good. '' Gillian said, in a mystifying voice.
Regardless of what Gillian said, Thet kept his weapon 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 love 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 fourteen years ago ! '' Thet yelled.
'' Because that was destiny. That Sami day he was born, but my apprentice hated the fact that I would make a son, knowing my son would be my favorite. He decided to try and leave alone the tike to die, deep in the forest. We searched, trying to find him, but we never did. When I heard he was alive, I began my pursuit to find my heir. '' Said Gillian.

'' But ... But your evil ! '' Thet shouted.
'' I do n't classify myself to be adept or malign. I do what I want, yes, but I do n't go out of my way to be malign. I may lean more towards that incline yes, but I really do n't wish. '' Gillian said.
'' I want some proof ! I do n't really belive your his- ''
Just then, Gillian 's eyes lit a bright green, his hair turned White River, and he reached out his hand.
'' produce your hand, boy. '' He said. Slowly, I raised my handwriting, only to see a yellow radiance traveling from our handwriting until they met. My hair turned white, and my eyes a bright fleeceable, just like his. After this, I was able to watch one of Gillian 's memories. It was of him watching his wife harbour me, in their bed. His wife, my mother, hugged me gently. When the memory ended, a shockwave rattled everyone except us. Our hair's-breadth and eyes went back to rule, and the yellowish gleam 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 power. We Backwaters share a gift given at the beginning of time. descend with me, and I will teach you how to use it. I know you 've encountered it before. Have you ever seen something fall out that you knew was going to ? This 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 a comment, telling me if it should be a series. I think it could be. Constructive critique is appreciated, and so are positive suffrage : )