It was midnight at the kingdom of Lytheria. People were screaming in terror of the storm that coming upon them. What would happen to the people? Were they doomed or would something or someone save them?
It was thirty minutes after midnight. the king had called his people to the town square which was in front of the castle. They were going to discuss what to do. the king said, “there was legend that said there would be a storm. There was only one thing that could save the kingdom. It was the sword of legends. It is at the top of Mount Krawlion. Is there anyone brave enough to venture out to the mountain.”
“I will” shouted a brave adventurer.
“Thank the lords, there is someone to save us.”
“Hey, I might not make it back, but the same fate would have happened to me even if i didn’t go.”
“You have point. Will you need any supplies?”
“No, I have all that I need.” After those words were said, the brave soul went to the forest which was in the way of the kingdom and the mountain.
The man who had gone to the forest was now halfway through. It was easy but that was the first half. The second half was not as easy. The man was walking when he had heard rustling in the bushes. “Who’s there?” the man shouted. He heard growl. He took a dagger out, but then something launched at him.
The tiger was licking him. It was only a baby. The man got up and started to walk away. The tiger had followed him continuously. The man finally said “Fine. You can come along.” He picked up the tiger and continued walking.
The man had gotten to the base of the mountain. He started walking up but then he saw the storm at the tip of the mountain which was the exact place where he had to go. He walked up more until he got to the tip. He walked into the storm. There was lighting being shot and the ground was on fire. It was a steaming oven. He had to get the sword and get out. He was looking everywhere and couldn’t find it. When he was about to lose his last bit of hope, he saw a shining light. He walked toward it. The light had come from a cave. He went inside with burnt marks all over him. He walked to the source of the light. When he got there it is was so bright that it hurt his eyes. He shot out his hand and put it into the light. His hand touched some thing cold and hard. He rubbed his against it until he touched leather. He grabbed it and took it out of the light. It was the sword. He went back out of the cave and plunged the swords high into the air. The storm that was brewing had stopped and disappeared into thin air. The man had finished the job.
When he had gone back to the king, he was rewarded with lots of gold and silver and he would be honored throughout history. The adventurer and lived a long life but had an ironic death. He had died when a storm and spit lightning at him. He is still remembered as the man who saved Lytheria.
It was thirty minutes after midnight. the king had called his people to the town square which was in front of the castle. They were going to discuss what to do. the king said, “there was legend that said there would be a storm. There was only one thing that could save the kingdom. It was the sword of legends. It is at the top of Mount Krawlion. Is there anyone brave enough to venture out to the mountain.”
“I will” shouted a brave adventurer.
“Thank the lords, there is someone to save us.”
“Hey, I might not make it back, but the same fate would have happened to me even if i didn’t go.”
“You have point. Will you need any supplies?”
“No, I have all that I need.” After those words were said, the brave soul went to the forest which was in the way of the kingdom and the mountain.
The man who had gone to the forest was now halfway through. It was easy but that was the first half. The second half was not as easy. The man was walking when he had heard rustling in the bushes. “Who’s there?” the man shouted. He heard growl. He took a dagger out, but then something launched at him.
The tiger was licking him. It was only a baby. The man got up and started to walk away. The tiger had followed him continuously. The man finally said “Fine. You can come along.” He picked up the tiger and continued walking.
The man had gotten to the base of the mountain. He started walking up but then he saw the storm at the tip of the mountain which was the exact place where he had to go. He walked up more until he got to the tip. He walked into the storm. There was lighting being shot and the ground was on fire. It was a steaming oven. He had to get the sword and get out. He was looking everywhere and couldn’t find it. When he was about to lose his last bit of hope, he saw a shining light. He walked toward it. The light had come from a cave. He went inside with burnt marks all over him. He walked to the source of the light. When he got there it is was so bright that it hurt his eyes. He shot out his hand and put it into the light. His hand touched some thing cold and hard. He rubbed his against it until he touched leather. He grabbed it and took it out of the light. It was the sword. He went back out of the cave and plunged the swords high into the air. The storm that was brewing had stopped and disappeared into thin air. The man had finished the job.
When he had gone back to the king, he was rewarded with lots of gold and silver and he would be honored throughout history. The adventurer and lived a long life but had an ironic death. He had died when a storm and spit lightning at him. He is still remembered as the man who saved Lytheria.
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