This story take place in medival times, and it 's an musical theme I came up with a piece ago. To the dork who keeps posting rude comments on my `` Jessie '' sex stories, roll in the hay 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 serial, but that 's up to you guy rope. severalise me in the input if you want another, and I 'll make another : )
I hope you guys enjoy reading this and much as I enjoyed writing it, so seize some popcorn, plough off your Hanna Montana CD, and enjoy.

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At a young age, I was found in the Grant Wood. I was taken in by the boniface, 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 centre attempt. After that, Thet was never the like. 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 way three, I heard an individual 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 Ogres. '' 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 tall man, about seven base marvelous. The knights of our village ran towards them in their armor, equipped with brand and arrows. For some cause I knew they did n't stand a chance.

Everyone in the village moved close to see what would take place. As the knight moved past us, I felt something was incorrectly. I glanced at Thet before turning my mind back to the oncoming battle. The improbable one in social movement, Thet pointed out, was Gillian. The knights stopped running as they got within a few pes of Gillian. It looked like the knights were trying to bargain with him, but to no service. When Gillian shook his head, Thet handed me the steel, and told me to be thrifty before he ran into the shed to snaffle one for himself.

The horse got into they 're fighting stance, and Gillian laughed in pleasure. He looked at his men, and then looked at the knight. With a movie of his fingerbreadth, all the horse'armour either snapped off, or to the unlucky single, melted into their strand mail armor underneath. It must have seeped into their skin, because they gave earth-shattering shrieking as it happened. Thet returned in sentence to watch the horror unfold. To the horse who were lucky, they ran, or at to the lowest degree stress to run away. Before they got very far, Gillian stopped them by raising his script. 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 mitt, and raised his head. I felt a shake of iciness 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 front of us.
'' What ... What do you require f-from us ? Thet stuttered.
'' glower your weapon, peasant. They will do you no ripe. '' 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 Admiralty 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 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 years ago ! '' Thet yelled.
'' Because that was fate. That Same day he was born, but my Apprentice hated the fact that I would possess a son, knowing my son would be my darling. He decided to try and impart the kid to die, deep in the timberland. We searched, trying to chance him, but we never did. When I heard he was alive, I began my seeking to notice my heir. '' Said Gillian.

'' But ... But your evil ! '' Thet shouted.
'' I do n't separate myself to be practiced or malevolent. I do what I want, yes, but I do n't go out of my way to be iniquity. I may lean more towards that side 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 eyes lit a brightly K, his hair turned white, and he reached out his hand.
'' Raise your handwriting, boy. '' He said. Slowly, I raised my hand, only to see a yellow lambency travel from our hand until they met. My haircloth turned Patrick White, and my center a vivid green, just like his. After this, I was able to watch one of Gillian 's memories. 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 eye went back to pattern, and the jaundiced glow faded.

'' That was the bit 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 natural endowment given at the beginning of sentence. come up 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 superpower will say that way, unless you get training. You have seen my power, now, would you like to larn how to use yours ? ``

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Soooo ... Did you like it ? I hope so. Leave a gossip, telling me if it should be a series. I think it could be. Constructive literary criticism is appreciated, and so are positivistic voting : )