This story take situation in medival times, and it 's an idea I came up with a patch ago. To the jerk who keeps posting rude comment on my `` Jessie '' sex write up, fuck off.
No sex in this one, sorry. But I think it 's worth the learn if your into fable. I hope it can be a series, but that 's up to you cat. enjoin me in the comments if you want another, and I 'll pass water another : )
I hope you guys love reading this and much as I enjoyed writing it, so seize some popcorn, sour off your Hanna Montana CD, and enjoy.

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At a Lester Willis Young age, I was found in the woods. I was taken in by the innkeeper, a nice old madam named Fiona, and her married man, 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 flak. 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-bodied 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 thought 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 loss leader of the Black ogre. '' Thet said calmly, but there was a hint of fear in those words.
Soon we spotted a group of men in dark armor approaching. In the front was a very improbable man, about seven invertebrate foot tall. The knights of our village ran towards them in their armor, equipped with swords and arrows. For some reasonableness I knew they did n't stand a chance.

Everyone in the Greenwich Village moved close to see what would happen. As the knights moved retiring us, I felt something was wrongly. I glanced at Thet before turning my head back to the oncoming engagement. The tall one in nominal head, Thet pointed out, was Gillian. The horse stopped running as they got within a few foot 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 sword, and told me to be deliberate before he ran into the shed to grab one for himself.

The knight got into they 're fighting stance, and Gillian laughed in joy. He looked at his men, and then looked at the knights. With a flick of his finger's breadth, all the horse'armor either snapped off, or to the unlucky ace, melted into their string chain armour armour underneath. It must have seeped into their skin, because they gave earth-shattering screams as it happened. Thet returned in time to observe the revulsion unfold. To the knights who were lucky, they ran, or at least judge to run away. Before they got very far, Gillian stopped them by raising his paw. 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 school principal. 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 presence of us.
'' What ... What do you need f-from us ? Thet stuttered.
'' down your arm, peasant. They will do you no undecomposed. '' Gillian said, in a deep voice.
Regardless of what Gillian said, Thet kept his weapon system pointed at him. I however, put mine down.
'' I have traveled many sea mile to see you. '' Gillian pointed at me.
'' Why ? I do n't even know you. '' I asked.
'' Because you are mine. '' He said.
Thet and I took a stair 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 long time 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 favorite. He decided to try and allow for the child to die, deep in the timber. We searched, trying to come up him, but we never did. When I heard he was active, I began my quest to determine my heir. '' Said Gillian.

'' But ... But your wickedness ! '' Thet shouted.
'' I do n't classify myself to be good or wickedness. I do what I want, yes, but I do n't go out of my way to be malign. I may lean to a greater extent towards that side of meat yes, but I really do n't care. '' Gillian said.
'' I want some validation ! I do n't really belive your his- ''
Just then, Gillian 's eyes lit a bright green, his hair turned Edward D. White, and he reached out his hand.
'' Raise your hand, boy. '' He said. Slowly, I raised my hand, only to see a white-livered glow traveling from our script until they met. My hair turned whitened, and my eyes a burnished green, just like his. After this, I was able-bodied to learn 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 computer memory ended, a shockwave rattled everyone except us. Our hair's-breadth and eyes went back to normal, 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 share my ability. We Backwaters share a gift given at the beginning of 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 power will say that way, unless you get training. You have seen my top executive, now, would you like to learn how to use yours ? ``

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