Elway Alternate Ending

"But you planned the battle. I'm sure that my companions will agree with me that this fact invalidates you as commander of the army."

"We're planning an assault tomorrow, and we need one more unit. I'll understand if you refuse, but we might find some answers there. Answers that I think we all want."

"Samuel's father is with them. He should be able to help while we help fight those things. Come on," he told her, pulling out a pistol for her to take. She grabbed it, putting it in her front pocket. "We have to inform the force."

I'd be happy to get y-your armor and sword for you. N-now, just wait here and m-maybe talk to to the other Knights." nervously stammered the man. Silverson nodded and waited. Another man, this time in knight armor, walked up to him.

“Listen, Taran,” he said gravely, “it is of the utmost importance that you get out of the city and to safety. We can’t lose you to the enemy.” He stood up and retrieved a sword in a black sheath from his desk.

King Ragnor was a cruel and malicious ruler. He cared not about the people who were suffering under his regime; loving only power, wealth, and the misery he could inflict upon the weak. King Ragnor’s kingdom, Vitha, was a desolate, rocky place and his people reflected the barrenness of his land. There was no hope, no joy, and no laughter in this place and a thick sense of desperation hovered over the entire land. The only sound that could be heard was the dry rustle of dead leaves, and the moaning of starving children.

“Instantly drew his own and plunged it up to the hilt in the Baron’s stomach, but as he withdrew the dripping blade he began to weep, and cried: ‘O God! What have I done! I have killed my old master,

"So, does the Prince not have a squire?" he asked, his eyes raking Merlin from head to toe. "He cannot be much of a knight if he makes his serving boy take care of his weapons rather than leaving him in the castle, protected."

"I bet that was the dragon! It has my brother and father!" Maxwell exclaimed. "Let's get him!".

“We intend you no harm, may the others approach? I'd like them to hear this very good news.”

The king fearing his champion might become too restless and find darkness and evil in the hearts of those with only the purest intentions in their hearts, sent him out on a quest. The quest was to gather his fellow champions, smite the newly appointed Champion of Darkness, Marcaroniuos and to finally smite the goddess Arcygeamos, who had been wreaking havoc on the Western kingdom of Minrosa for generations. Batharious set out to gather Logarnomoca, the witty, from the freezing North where the sun rarely shines and the nights are long. Nicolamosas, the swift from the great East, where the ocean is the great provider for all, and all know its' mysterious ways. Mathaln, the arcane from the boundless South where all is so plentiful that every man has everything they could ever need just outside their door, whether it be free or for a small price. This is where the story truly begins dear listener, for our heroes are outside the gate of the Citadel of Darkness, the lair of Arcygeamos and Marcaroniuos, devising a way to breach the gates as we

Stahlsebastian nodded his head in agreement, putting away the field telephone. “Correct,” he said to him, “I just hope that the kids will be alright by the time they get here.”

“Arthur, you just sit down.”  She let her knee length, pastel hair fall over her shoulder and she stared at the man that stood before her.  “What do you want from these children?  They did nothing to you!”

He raised his sword up high as the sun shined a bright light into the eyes of the people. "The original plan was to gather one hundred individuals to become knights if they show talent. As you can see, that number has multiplied into five thousand men, a fine showing of Altea's people if I do say so myself. As such, many of you will be delegated into the position of private and few will become squires, less becoming knights."

“And I take it your orders were to kill me?” Zalminis asks, grabbing hold of Zevkel with both hands and pointing it at his opponent.