This story take lieu in medival times, and it 's an idea I came up with a while ago. To the jerk who keeps posting underbred input on my `` Jessie '' sex stories, jazz 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 series, but that 's up to you guys. evidence me in the comments if you want another, and I 'll make another : )
I hope you guys bask 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 Whitney Young age, I was found in the woods. I was taken in by the boniface, a nice old lady named Fiona, and her husband, Thet. They named me Brian, after they 're son who died when he was a tyke. They raised me until I was eight, until Fiona was struck down by a mettle attack. After that, Thet was never the Lapp. 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 room 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 blackness Ogres. '' Thet said calmly, but there was a speck of fright in those words.
Soon we spotted a mathematical group of men in saturnine armor approaching. In the front was a very tall man, about seven understructure 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 happen. As the knights moved yesteryear us, I felt something was untimely. I glanced at Thet before turning my head word back to the oncoming struggle. The tall one in battlefront, Thet pointed out, was Gillian. The knights stopped running as they got within a few feet of Gillian. It looked like the horse 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 heedful before he ran into the shed to grab one for himself.

The horse got into they 're fighting stance, and Gillian laughed in delight. He looked at his men, and then looked at the knight. With a flick of his fingers, all the knights'armor either snapped off, or to the unlucky ones, melted into their chain ring armour armor underneath. It must stimulate seeped into their tegument, because they gave earth-shattering wow as it happened. Thet returned in clock time to watch the repugnance unfold. To the knights who were lucky, they ran, or at least tried to run away. Before they got very far, Gillian stopped them by raising his mitt. They just froze. He stared each one, one at a prison term, and when he looked away from one, he disappeared. Vanished into tenuous air. He lowered his hand, and raised his oral sex. I felt a shudder 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 adhesive friction on his sword noticeably when they stood directly in social movement of us.
'' What ... What do you require f-from us ? Thet stuttered.
'' Lower your artillery, provincial. They will do you no good. '' Gillian said, in a deeply 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 get it on you. '' I asked.
'' Because you are mine. '' He said.
Thet and I took a stair back in shock.
'' What do you signify he 's yours ? ! My wife 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 prentice hated the fact that I would birth a son, knowing my son would be my favorite. He decided to try and leave the shaver to die, deep in the forest. We searched, trying to find him, but we never did. When I heard he was live, I began my quest to bump my heritor. '' Said Gillian.

'' But ... But your immorality ! '' Thet shouted.
'' I do n't classify myself to be adept or malefic. I do what I want, yes, but I do n't go out of my way to be malefic. I may tilt more towards that incline yes, but I really do n't give care. '' Gillian said.
'' I want some trial impression ! I do n't really belive your his- ''
Just then, Gillian 's eyes lit a bright common, his hairsbreadth turned white, and he reached out his hand.
'' Raise your hired hand, boy. '' He said. Slowly, I raised my helping hand, only to see a chicken glowing travel from our helping hand until they met. My hair turned White, and my eyes a bright green, just like his. After this, I was able-bodied to watch one of Gillian 's memories. It was of him watching his wife hold me, in their bed. His wife, my female parent, hugged me gently. When the memory ended, a shockwave rattled everyone except us. Our hairsbreadth and eyes went back to normal, and the yellow lambency faded.

'' That was the import after you were born. Later that day, you were taken. I know your are my son, because you too contribution my ability. We Backwaters ploughshare 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 pass off that you knew was going to ? This business leader will say that way, unless you get training. You have seen my power, now, would you like to find out 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 overconfident voting : )