The Tale of a King

Calon is a cheerful man who only has one aspiration to live up to. Be the Chosen One’s luggage boy. Though he isn’t an outstanding human being in any way, the fact that he is a companion of the Chosen One gives him status. He is respected amongst the villagers throughout the land and is often seen as the ultimate servant. Of course that is all that he is, a servant. When he was alone with the Chosen One he was treated like trash. He did everything, cooked, shined the armor, sharpened the sword and arrows, and even was the one who found fresh water and hunted and gathered food. Even after all of this, Calon enjoys what he does because he gets to be around the prophesied savior of the world.  The one who is going to overthrow the Evil King and save the land from his tyranny.

The Chosen One and Calon would wander the countryside fighting off wolves and bandits on their way from the small village that they are from, to the capital. In truth they were friends during their childhood until the Chosen One was taken to train by the Elders. Throughout the many years that the Chosen One was away training, Calon lived his life of farming and being considered the smartest of all the children in the village, he was expected to do great things. Many thought he was going to be the one to bring wealth and prosperity to their village, but when Calon grew old enough to be voted in as mayor, the Chosen One selected him to be his companion on his journey to defeat the evil king. To this Calon was more than happy to accept. He had never traveled and was overjoyed with the chance to see the world.

Calon started out excited, both because he was getting to hangout with his old friend again and because he was getting to be the companion of the Chosen One. It quickly became apparent that is old friend had grown into a self-centered person who couldn’t be bothered with menial labor. This surprised him, since he expected the Chosen One to have been more down-to-earth. It didn’t bother Calon too much though, because everything he was getting to see and do was unimaginable. The massive mountains, the vast deserts, water as far as the eye can see, plains so flat that you can see for miles. These weren’t things that he would ever get to see back at the village.

After many weeks of traveling they finally approached the capital, Hranafall. It was a sprawling city with massive walls. Calon followed the Chosen One through the front gate, through the crowded streets, and up the castle. This is when the Chosen One showed his powers. He pulled out and the swung his sword and the guards in one movement and a powerful gust blew them and gate to the castle open. He ran inside knocking back each guard that attempted to stop him. Eventually the Chosen One reached the Evil King. The battle that ensued was an intense one with each trading blows. As it turned out, their powers were equally matched. After many hours of constant battling, the Chosen One finally defeated the Evil King. After seeing their king defeated the guards, not knowing what to do, bowed down to the victor. That is when the Chosen One took the crown from the now deceased evil king and put it on Calon who was still standing outside the gate of the castle.

Not sure exactly with what was happening, Calon asked the Chosen One, “What’s going on? Aren’t you supposed to become the new king create a new and prosperous kingdom?” To which the Chosen One replied, “The prophecy is only that I would defeat the Evil King, not that I would take his place and become the next king. Anyways, throughout our travels you have proven to be a much better person than I. The people of the village wanted you to become the mayor because of how smart and likeable you are. You are much more fit to be king than I could ever be.” With that the Chosen One and Calon walked to the throne and Calon became King Calon. He would rule over the land and forever be known as Calon the Great for he would bring prosperity to his kingdom.

Protectors of the Forest

“Why are we doing this? Walking around in these cloaks won’t help us hide. I mean, can’t they see us?” I said.

“What are you talking about? They are humans,they don’t see much. So they won’t see us.”

Hi, my name is Lesdir and I am an elf. The humans have made a camp in my forest and since I just became a Defender of the Forest, which is what you become when you come of age and pass a test of skill, I was chosen to spy on their actions alongside Captain Fryndal to see if it is a military camp or if they are going to damage our forest out of greed. Humans are a stupid yet dangerous species that has no knowledge about nature, so they tend to destroy anything and everything that nature has provided for us. We elves, on the other hand, know all there is to know about nature. We love nature and will do anything and everything we can to protect it.

“To be clear, the reason they can’t see us in these cloaks is because the cloaks change colors to camouflage us with our surroundings.” Captain Fryndal explained.

“Well that clears that up.” we walk through the humans camp while they sleep, “So, what do you think? Are they a threat to the forest?”

“Well, humans are strange creatures. Just because they don’t look dangerous, doesn’t mean that they aren’t dangerous. We will need to keep an eye on them during the day, in order to make an accurate assessment.”

We walk over to a nearby tree and climb up it hastily to watch them from a safe distance. As the sun rises in the sky, the humans become more active. They wake up and immediately they get to working on what they came here for. I was very intrigued by how the humans utilize nature and create things like we have, especially since they are such dumb creatures. They have created what Fryndal called ‘tools’. “They like to use them to destroy nature.” he told me, “If they start to chop down these trees. It is our duty as elves to kill them.”

I looked at the Captain, nodded, and then turned back to watch the humans as they used their tools to cook food, and then started to break down their camp.

“What are those things on their backs?” I asked Captain Fryndal.

“Those are what they call guns. Humans use them to kill things with. Don’t worry though, they can’t hurt us as long as we are paying attention.”

“Is that because we have magic?”

“Precisely. Magic is more powerful than human weaponry.”

“So where do you think they are going?” I asked.

“They are getting ready for a sneak attack from the looks of it.”

“Should we kill them, then?”

“As long is they don’t harm our forest, and our people, we won’t need to kill them.”

We sat back and waited, watching. Until gunshots started going off. We watched as the humans from the camp died, one after the other, until only a few were left. They threw up their hands and fell to the ground. We watched as the few that surrendered were beaten and then dragged off by the new group of humans.

I looked over at Captain Fryndal, “Humans really are dumb creatures. What does this fighting even accomplish?”

“It usually accomplishes nothing but destruction. The destruction of our forest. That is why we have to protect it from the likes of humans.”

We followed the new group of humans until they entered a metal vessel with wheels and left the forest.

“Good riddance.” I thought to myself.

“It is time to get back to our village. Now that you have seen what humans are, do you now see why we must defend our forest so fiercely?”

“I’ve always known why we have to protect our forest. But, seeing the idiocy of humans, I now know just how stupid these creatures can be. That much stupidity is dangerous.”

“Good. Young Lesdir, you will get to tell the chief what you saw today. He will decide what we should do.”

The world had become a little darker to me after what I had witnessed. However, I am now more certain than ever as to why we are the guardians of nature and because of this, I now know what my duty is. That is to be a protector of the forest.

 

Battle for Athens

Living in the intellectual bastion that is Athens had allowed Nissicus the opportunity to study under some of the smartest philosophers the world has ever seen . What he wasn’t ready for, was that Sparta had been gearing up for a new war in hopes of finally getting their greedy hands on Athens’ spoils. He had never had to fight since he was from a wealthy family, but that might have to change. There have been reports that the Spartans are gearing up for an all out assault on Athens. Nissicus was not a cowardly man, he often liked to question his teachers when they said something that didn’t have a purpose. Many of his fellow classmates were nervous about the coming war, just as he was, but they didn’t believe that the Spartans would actually dare to challenge the might of Athens.

Nissicus knew that the Spartans were not a joke. When he was a child, he had seen a Spartan slave kill a man with his bare hands. The thought of seeing an army of such men scared him half-to-death. The traumatizing experience even worsened the fact that, because he was the heir to the family fortune, and that he was the only male old enough to fight in his family, he was to be conscripted for the war. Training for the war was in one week and he needed to be fit. However, his classes at school were not going to stop during said war. His teachers feared that if they stopped teaching Athenians about philosophy, that Athens might then become like savage Sparta.

Everything began to overwhelm Nissicus, who ran to the Parthenon to pray to Athena for guidance. Even after all of the sacrifices that Nissicus brought to the temple, nothing seemed to help him. Had Athena forsaken him? He thought to himself and questioned if the gods were real. He shook his head, of course they were real, even his teachers believed in the gods. They did however, say to question everything. Deciding that it would be better for him to just rest and deal with everything later, he headed home to sleep.

Nissicus, awoke the next morning to a horrifying shriek, and then someone yelled,  “The Spartans are attacking!!!”

That was the last thing that he wanted to hear. He wasn’t prepared to fight, but he must defend his family and his city from those savages.He ran into the living room of his house and grabbed a bronze sword and shield that had been mounted on a wall. He then sprinted out the door and down the hill towards the walls of Athens. Upon approaching the walls he saw hundreds of Athenians soldiers standing in front of him.

“Hey you!” Nissicus heard someone yell at him.”Are you ready to fight for Athens!”

“I am ready!” Nissicus yelled back. He turned to see a giant of a man standing next to him. Nissicus himself was about average height, but hadn’t had to do much manual labor.

“Really? You look pretty scrawny. How good are you with a bow?”

“I’m better with a bow, then with a sword.”

The man turned and yelled, “Get this man bow! And you, get on top of the wall.”

Nissicus ran up the stairs to the top of the wall. He stood next to others who were in similar physique as him. A man came running up the stairs carrying a bow with a quiver full of arrows. He saw Nissicus, the only on the wall without a bow, and handed it to him saying, “May Athena be with you.”

He looked down from the wall at an encroaching Spartan army. He saw men carrying ladders and knew that if they succeeded in getting those ladders on the walls, he was going to die. He raised his bow into the sky, but a fellow archer took it from him. “Wait for orders to fire!” the archer yelled at him. He then gave Nissicus the bow.

This was all new to him. The gates of Athens opened and Athenian spear-men poured out. He knew that they couldn’t defeat the Spartans on the ground.  The Spartans were known for their powerful spear infantry. How did they expect to win.

“Ready your bows men!” a man yelled. Nissicus pointed his bow into the air, took an arrow out, and pulled it back on the string. “Fire!” He let fly the arrow, and hoped that it stayed true. A flurry of arrows descended down on the Spartans, who had put their shields up to defend themselves, however some of the Spartans were killed from the arrows. The Spartans marched onward, towards the Athenian spear-men. “Ready! Fire!” Nissicus heard once more. More Spartans fell dead this time.

The Spartans finally reached the front-lines of the Athenians. It looked like it was going to be a massacre. Athenians fell dead, but so did the Spartans. To Nissicus’ surprise, the Athenians were doing quite well on the ground. “Ready! Fire!” Nissicus was going to hear this many more times before the battle is over. Every time those two words were yelled, more and more Spartans fell dead.Some of the Athenians got caught in the crossfire, but for the most part, the archers decimated the Spartan lines. The Spartans didn’t have any archers to retaliate with. After the Athenian archers killed the men carrying the ladders for the Spartans, they had no choice but to retreat.

Athens gathered their wounded and their dead after the battle. It made Nissicus sick to think that so many people could die, just for glory. Those disgusting Spartans killed thousands of Athenian men, just so they could appease Ares. Or at least that’s what their prisoners said, before  they were sent to become slaves on the farms around Athens.

Nissicus, in the end returned to school in hopes that he would never have to see the battlefield again. His teachers said that war was necessary for the evolution of mankind. They must have never seen what transpires on a battlefield. For the very opposite of evolution occurs in the heat of battle. He went to the Parthenon and prayed that their wouldn’t be any more battles for Athens. However, he knew the gods loved war, and that his prayers would fall on deaf ears… But there is always hope.

 

How Did It Come To This?

The sweat fell from his brow as he ran through the field of grass, sword raised high above his head. “How did it ever come to this?” he thought to himself as he raced towards an armored clad knight.

Earlier that day, Ron was sitting in bar waiting for his beer, when a man dressed in fancy looking clothes sat next to him. He told the bartender that he wanted a pint. Ron stared at the man. Rich people weren’t common in these parts, and sensible men would never come here. It is dangerous part of the city in which many call it the slums.

“What brings you to these parts?” Ron asked. The man looked over at Ron and just sneered.

“Look, it’s dangerous for people like you here, so you should probably leave soon.”

“I’m here looking for someone, and I won’t leave until I find him.” The rich man stated.

Ron looked away from the rich man as the bartender slid him his beer. He chugged the beer and whipped his face.

“Look, everyone here considers everyone else as family. So, whoever you’re looking for, you better not do anything to them or you’ll pay, rich boy.”

“Is that a threat?” the rich man said. Ron noticed the sword on his side and he flinched slightly. “I will do what I need to do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that what I’m doing here is none of your business.”

The bartender looked at the two men, and knowing that things were going sour fast, said “You two need to leave. Sorry Ron, but if you’re going to continue arguing, it’s gonna be bad for business.”

Ron looked at the rich man. He looked at his beer, and said “Let’s go outside like the bartender said.”

The two men walked outside and squared off. A fight was about to happen, but Ron believed that because the man was rich, that their was a better chance at winning. He never saw it coming when the rich man knocked him out with the first punch. The next thing he saw, was a woman pouring water on his face. He sat up and asked her what she was doing. She replied, “I found you in the street. So I’m just doctoring you all up.”

To think that pouring water on someone is considered doctoring them up. He asked the lady if she had heard of anything that might have happened in the area recently. She told him no. So Ron asked if she had seen the man and if so which way had he gone. She told him that she had seen the man head north towards the old church. He asked the lady which the old church was from her house. She told him and Ron ran to that location.

As Ron ran towards the old church. He noticed a gathering of people so he walked over to it. He pushed his way through the crowd to see a lifeless body laying before him. That lifeless body was the body of his best friend, Gunther. Ron’s blood boiled at the thought of the man he had fought earlier. He knew that the rich man must be behind him.

“Did anyone see who did this?”

“Aye!” yelled a man.

“Which way did they go?”

“They ran towards the gates!”

Ron ran to his home in order to grab his only family treasure. The family sword. He then ran towards the gates. The guards were standing around just talking to each other. Ron approached them.

“Did you see a rich man leave here on foot?”

“What’s it to ya?” a guard asked rudely.

“A man was murdered and man is the murderer.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because he told me he was going to do something bad to someone.”

“Oh, really. Well in that case, I think he left.”

Ron was done talking to the snarky guards and decided to try to find the man on his own. He walked out from the city walls and looked around grasslands, hoping to find the rich man. After hours of searching, Ron saw a face that he recognized, but they were wearing a suit of armor. He couldn’t remember meeting any knights.

“Could that scum actually be a knight?” Ron thought to himself, “There is no way.”

As Ron got closer to the man, it was in fact who he thought it was. The rich man was wearing a suit of armor. He looked up to see Ron charging at him with his sword held above his head. Ron couldn’t believe that he was about to attack a knight, but he couldn’t let him get away with murdering his best friend. The rich man had plenty of time to grab his sword and parry Ron’s first strike.

“This is it.” The thought of death filled Ron’s mind. He knew there was no possible way he could defeat a knight in combat.

“You don’t have to fight me!” The rich man yelled. “I can tell you why I did it.”

“NO! You killed my best friend! You have to pay!”

“Suit yourself.” The rich man started to strike at Ron with powerful blows. After a few strikes, Ron’s sword was knocked from his hands and landed behind him.

The knight then said, “Now will you listen to me?”

“Why should I?”

“Because otherwise, I will kill you.” The rich man put his sword up to Ron’s chest.

“Now, your best friend was a wanted criminal. He was considered one of the most powerful mob bosses in the city. I was tasked with taking him out, by all means necessary. When I approached him, I told him that he needed to come with me. He threatened me at knife point. So I was forced to take action.”

“Gunther would never do anything like that!” Ron shouted.

“Well, he did. And that is why your friend is dead. Now, do you still want to join him?”

Ron stepped back, taking everything he was just told in. He couldn’t believe that his best friend was murdered for being a mob boss. He couldn’t have been a mob boss. Ron was the mob boss in the area, not Gunther.

“I was in the wrong, alright. I’m sorry for attacking you.”

“You’re alright, just next time. Don’t be so irrational.”

“Oh, I won’t be.” Ron said to himself as he walked back towards the city.

Everything was about to change in the city, and Ron was going to be the mastermind behind it all.

 

Stranded

The sound of the ocean on the beach was calming. Henry knew that the ocean was a terrifying and destructive place, but it was also beautiful.  He had been the captain of a ship. He had seen the hardships of war, and the hardships of seafaring life. Henry had been on his way back to England from the Caribbean when a hurricane struck his ship. They had been thrown off course, and the ship had been badly damaged. So badly damaged that water had started seeping into the ship. If they didn’t get to a port quickly, then their goose was cooked. They knew that there wasn’t anywhere that was close enough for them to port before the ship submerged. However, they hadn’t lost hope. Henry was a charismatic captain and he always kept his men’s spirits high.

“If we give up hope now, then we will never see the lovely lass’ waitin for us at the dock.” Henry said.

The men all cheered. The thought of their loved ones was enough to make any man try to stay alive. No one could figure out how to patch the holes in the ship up until one lad picked up a table and said, “Does anyone have a sword?”. He was handed one, and then started cutting the table. “Does anyone have any glue, or tape, or nails and a hammer?” he asked. Some of the crewman grabbed  boards and ripped them off the ship in order to get some nails. The young lad was given a hammer and the nails from the boards. He was lowered down with some rope by the other sailors. The young lad finished repairing the holes with the parts of the table and the sailors pulled him up. Everyone cheered. The crew now had hope that they could make it to a port.

The next day a silhouette appeared in the distance. It seemed to be a warship, but Henry didn’t know what nationality. As the ship drew closer it was plain to see. They had come into contact with a Spanish ship. Spain was an enemy to the crown, and so they lined up with their cannons targeting the ship. “Fire!” Henry yelled, hoping to sink their ship before they could fire back. Sadly, all of the cannonballs missed. The ship was quick, it was coming in fast. “Reload quickly, and fire again!!!”, but it was too late. The Spanish ship rammed the side of Henry’s ship and Henry, the ship, and his crew were destined for the bottom of the sea.

The next thing Henry knew was that he had washed up on a beach. He sat up and looked around. What he saw was sandy beach and jungle behind him. He must’ve been laying there for sometime because his clothes felt pretty dry. His stomach growls sending a signal to him that he needs to find food quickly. Realizing that because of the water in his shoes, his feet were hurting. He took off his shoes and socks. Henry kept them with him as we walked into the jungle.

“What happened to my crew?” Henry thought to himself. “Am I the only one who made it?”

He quickly shook that thought from his mind, “If I could survive, then so could they.”

As he walked into the jungle looking for a strong stick and vine in order to make a fishing rod, he found out that he was exactly right. The young lad who had fixed the ship was in the jungle.

“Charles you made it to the island as well?” Henry yelled, excited to see another person.

“Captain! I thought you had died. I saw your body on the beach, but I wasn’t sure if you had made it.” Charles replied.

“So, you were just going to leave my body on the beach?”

“I was picking up sticks in order to burn your body. Give it a ceremonial way to go.”

“Well that’s good to here.” Henry said feeling relieved. “Have you seen anyone else from our crew?”

“You’re all that I’ve seen. I fear that the rest died during the crash.” said Charles looking at the ground. “I miss those guys.”

“You and I both. They were family, but first things first. We need to build a shelter and get food.”

“Aye, aye captain.”

The two began to run around gathering supplies. Charles focused on building the shelter while Henry made spears and fishing rods. Henry also knew nature pretty well. He knew what kinds of berries and fruits were good and which ones were bad. For the first day, the berries were all they had to eat. However, the shelter they had built turned out to be fairly sturdy withstanding a storm that came through during their first night. The next day, they woke up at sunrise and began hunting. They noticed that snakes and spiders were in abundance on the island. So they were very careful about where they went. Charles decided that fishing was probably more of his strong suit, since he did a lot of that while on the ship. Henry continued his hunting and caught a few small animals.

The days went on like this. Henry and Charles becoming more and more proficient with their tasks. Repairing and improving the shelter was a constant chore, but they did well. One day, while Charles was fishing, he noticed a silhouette in the distance. It reminded him of the day of the crash. It was heading straight for them. He ran back to tell Henry to get some wood and flint.They got the supplies and ran back to the beach. The boat was starting to turn away from them. Hurriedly, they started a fire in hopes that they might get the ships attention. It worked. The ship turned towards them. Better yet, it was an English ship.

The ship anchored close to the beach. “What happened to you Captain Henry?” said the captain of the English ship. “Did your ship go down, or was it taken control of by the enemy?”

“It was sunk by the damned Spanish!” Henry said.

“How long have you been out here?”

“About three weeks.”

“Lets get you home. You there, boy! Do you have a name?”

“Aye, my name is Charles?”

“Could you tell me what happened?”

“A Spanish ship rammed our ship, and the captain and I were beached by the waters on this island.”

“Well then. Gather up yours and the captains stuff and lets get back on the ship.”

Charles ran and grabbed the food they had gotten for that day and brought it to the ship.

“Set sail for England!” The captain of the ship yelled. Henry never thought he would hear those words ever again. He would finally get to see his wife and daughter again.

“I will never leave them again.” He thought to himself. “Never. Again.”

A Day in the Life of a Super Hero

Covered in a skin tight suit and wearing a helmet with a guard on it. Boots that made a fashion statement. He looked like a cosplayer about to go off to a convention. That was not the case for Jared. For most of the time, he was a normal college student. He worked part time at a local pizza parlor, and he hung out with his friends. But, when something bad was happening. He would suit up and kick ass. Jared’s super powers were super strength and being faster than a normal human. He didn’t consider himself a superhero, but more like a vigilante. It just felt good to save people in need and beat the shit out of baddies.

On one day in-particular, things were turned upside down. Jared heard a scream and so he came running. What he didn’t expect to see was a girl surrounded by a bunch of large armed men. The girl didn’t seem scared. In fact, she started laughing maniacally.

“We finally got you! After all this time, you finally will get what you deserve!”

What I deserve? All I do is help people and beat up bad people. Why would a little girl want to hurt me? Looking at the bad guys who wore tuxedos with sunglasses. I felt like they might be mafia… Oh-, that would make sense.

I beat up some mafia guys last week and the cops came and took them to jail. They had been attempting to rob a bank when I showed up. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is how they knew who I was since I wasn’t in my suit.

“How did you know who I am?”

“Your helmet doesn’t cover your face. Also, we’ve been watching you night and day since you stopped our men from retrieving the money for us.” said a mafia goon.

Wow, these guys are creepy. They’ve been stalking me for a week? Like, seriously who does that? Also, whose this little girl, I guess I’ll found out after the fight.

“Are you guys ready to get your asses kicked?” I said, being a little too cocky.

“Ergh, die you brat!” The mafia guys aimed their guns at me and started shooting.

I ran towards them dodging the bullets. I jumped at the first guy and kicked him in the face sending him flying backwards. I did a back flip getting behind another mafia guy. Sweeping his feet out from beneath him, I drove my elbow into his stomach while he was still in the air. Two others I ran behind and banged their heads together to knock them out. Finally, the last started panicking so he started shooting randomly. The thought that he might end up shooting the girl forced me to try and hurry up and knock him out. I ran and slid up to him and kicked him in the chin sending him flying up into the air.

Noting that all of the mafia goons were taken care of, I took their guns from them, disassembled them and threw them in a trashbag I found close by. Noticing the girl curled up in a ball , I walked over too her.

“Are you okay?”

“Get away from me!” she yelled at me.

“I’m here to help you. Just give me your hand and-”
“You took my daddy away from me. Now you have to pay.” She screamed.

Realizing that her dad must’ve been one of the guys I had stopped from robbing the bank brought to reality the fact that they had families. But, they were also criminals who needed to pay for their crimes.

“Look, you might not realize it now, but your dad and his friends are not as good of people as you think they are.”

“No you’re not as good as you think you are.” She kicked me in the nuts and ran off.

Man, life can be hard when you are a vigilante.

 

Gunfight at the Bridgecreek Saloon

The galloping of horses through me off from what I was supposed to be doing. As I turned my attention back to what I was originally doing, I felt a beam of light whiz past me right ear. It felt so warm and I knew that this was trouble. My legs began to buckle and my lungs felt like they tightened. i fell to my knees wondering, “Is this it?”

Hours before, I had entered this little town called Bridgecreek. It was a nice little town in the middle of nowhere, so I decided to enter the saloon to get a drink. I asked the bartender for a cold one and he sent it down my way. Everything was fine, until they showed up. The Percy gang was notorious in many parts of the Back Country for being a rowdy group of hooligans that preyed on small towns like this.

The one that I guess was there leader pulled out his gun and fired it into the ceiling. “Who’s ready for a little fun!?” he yelled in his hick accent. His lackey’s laughing the whole time.

I stood up, like many of the other guys in the bar, and said, “Leave, before things get messy!”

“I like when things get messy!” the gang leader said with a evil grin. He pulled out his gun and shot at me but missed.

I kicked over a table and hid behind it while shooting back, as did many of the other guys in the bar. The gang members were getting picked off one by one. Eventually the last of their group rallied and left. We started to cheer and celebrate our winning with free beer and dancing.

I left feeling great, although I had just killed a few people that could’ve had lives if they hadn’t chosen the path that they took. Anyway, the gunfight had apparently attracted a nearby military convoy and they came over as fast as they could. I was so drunk that they thought that I had been the one being the bad guy.

The lieutenant in the squad yelled at me, “Put your hands in the air or we will shoot you where you stand.”

I was too drunk to even understand what they were saying, I continued to stumble and each way and I guess they saw my hand come close to my gun because they all raised their guns and took aim. I was still wondering what this galloping of horses was

“I warned you!” The lieutenant yelled and then shot his gun, the first bullet passed my face, nicking my cheek, and I saw a stream of light along with the bullet. He fired again and this time it hit me directly in the stomach. I fell to my knees and that is where I laid, bleeding… Until a nearby doctor saw what had happened and took me into his office. He doctored me up pretty good. I’m better now.

Now I want revenge!