This story guide place in medival fourth dimension, and it 's an thought I came up with a while ago. To the jerk who keeps posting rude comments on my `` Jessie '' sex account, fuck 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 series, but that 's up to you guys. Tell me in the comments if you want another, and I 'll make another : )
I hope you guys delight 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 young age, I was found in the woods. I was taken in by the innkeeper, a Nice old lady 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 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 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 demon. '' Thet said calmly, but there was a touch of reverence in those words.
Soon we spotted a group of men in dark armor approaching. In the front was a very magniloquent man, about seven metrical unit tall. The horse of our village ran towards them in their armor, equipped with blade and arrows. For some reason I knew they did n't remain firm a chance.

Everyone in the Village moved close to see what would bump. As the knights moved preceding us, I felt something was wrong. I glanced at Thet before turning my head back to the onset battle. The tall one in battlefront, Thet pointed out, was Gillian. The horse 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 help. 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 posture, and Gillian laughed in delight. He looked at his men, and then looked at the knight. With a flick of his finger, all the knight'armour either snapped off, or to the unlucky 1, melted into their mountain chain mail armor underneath. It must have seeped into their peel, because they gave earth-shattering screams as it happened. Thet returned in sentence to watch the horror unfold. To the knight who were favorable, they ran, or at to the lowest degree stress 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 metre, and when he looked away from one, he disappeared. Vanished into slenderize air. He lowered his manus, and raised his fountainhead. I felt a thrill of cold 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 grasp on his blade noticeably when they stood directly in front man of us.
'' What ... What do you want f-from us ? Thet stuttered.
'' downcast your arm, peasant. They will do you no sound. '' 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 miles to see you. '' Gillian pointed at me.
'' Why ? I do n't even have intercourse you. '' I asked.
'' Because you are mine. '' He said.
Thet and I took a pace 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 fourteen twelvemonth ago ! '' Thet yelled.
'' Because that was fate. 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 pass on the tyke to die, deep in the forest. We searched, trying to find him, but we never did. When I heard he was alert, I began my quest to find my heir. '' Said Gillian.

'' But ... But your evilness ! '' Thet shouted.
'' I do n't classify myself to be salutary or evil. I do what I want, yes, but I do n't go out of my way to be evil. I may be given Sir Thomas 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 optic lit a bright green, his hair turned white-hot, and he reached out his hand.
'' Raise your hand, boy. '' He said. Slowly, I raised my hand, only to see a yellow freshness travel from our hands until they met. My hair turned white, and my eye a bright putting surface, just like his. After this, I was able to watch one of Gillian 's memory board. It was of him watching his wife declare me, in their bed. His wife, my mother, hugged me gently. When the remembering ended, a shockwave rattled everyone except us. Our pilus and eyes went back to normal, and the yellowness glow faded.

'' That was the second after you were born. Later that day, you were taken. I know your are my son, because you too part my ability. We Backwaters part a gift given at the beginning of time. hail with me, and I will teach you how to use it. I know you 've encountered it before. Have you ever seen something find 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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