King David Callaghan Analysis

How dare that conniving, sly, devious woman threaten him! He had loved her and now with all that he was ready to say goodbye. But she would make sure he would be caught and killed, and he was sure she would actually make it happen. Even if the people aren’t interested she’d send out her own people to look for him. He had no choice but to be king and live out this evil.

The sword was pulled out, and the area was filled with light, he became something inhuman in that instant. This was the beginning of an era, the era of a kingship that would become legend.

“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,

“Use that to get the treasure. Put 4 drops of it in their water. It will put them to sleep while you can get away.” He then left. After 6 days he arrived at Randµin where he was coldly greeted by the king.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the courier sneak up behind him, a knife in his dirty hands. Before I could warn the King, the courier slammed the knife in his back, chuckling darkly. The King let out a low moan and crumpled to the ground. Sven let out a yell and charged at the betrayer, slamming him to the hard, cold ground of the castle. Numbly, I looked at the staff dumbfounded. I turned the smooth object around in my hands, inscribed into the staff was “TAKE THIS STAFF TO THE KEEPER OF DREAMS”.

“You will disregard that order,” The King shouted in a vicious tone, startling everyone in the room. “Uncle, I’m fine,” he assures him, speaking in a calmer voice than before. “I do not see the need for concern.”

“We ran into some trouble finding him and then I was assigned to guard the Royal Seeker’s cell,” Pierce tells him, leaning to one side with a heavy Gottlieb. “You must be Guardsman Winthrump. The one, King Gabriel told us about.”

“No? Have it your way. I doubt they’re greedy—that honor thing again. Something in which I once believed—honor not the Warrior’s path. Killing I learned from our master. They won’t be easily corrupted. Our master will need to find another way to make use of them.”

Cate was about to enter the glass doors that were gleaming with resentment, sparkling with evil, screaming to her the stories and sentences of the most deadly of pirates. As Cate was thinking she felt the cool, smooth leather of the sheath that held her Katana dagger on her leg, and that’s when it dawned on her that the guards never took the sheath off her, no matter how handsy they got, they never noticed, though it was a little weird and she should have reported it. Cate thought of a plan to escape, threaten the guards and anyone else while she runs away, Cate knew it was a great plan, foolproof even, but then she thought nothing of it because her father would be killed the moment she walked out the palace door, for the king made shore that many guards be placed outside Cates hut for protection of her father and for the king to have the upper hand in this little game he likes too play with his

“In honor of the king it is mandatory for us to retrieve his body and give him a proper burial.” I said to my men. So as stealthy as possible I started to crawl towards the body. I used the footsteps of the guards to mask the sound I was making. I could use the cover of the bodies so they couldn’t see me. When I reached the king something was different about the cut. It was black like the night and jagged. A grabbed one of his arms and held onto it as I crawled. I would crawl then stop and crawl and stop. Me being me I got impatient I stopped stopping. No doubt they could hear me now. I was close to the ground and couldn’t see much. I stopped crawling to catch my breath only to look up and see a guard staring straight down at me his eyes glowing.

saving the King's life by telling him a planned killing attempt on his life. This later serves as a

"Claudine!" the King called, his eyes shooken by the scene at hand. Going to the worst scenario possible he unsheathed his blade and charged into the room. With a strength unmatched by any he gripped the tuff of Kelgric shirt and lifted him off the ground, the tip of his blade gently piercing his side. "You dare to lay your filthy hand upon a priestess of Velsted?! I will have your head for this, you-"

The sand seemed to retreat in fear as the men clad in steel armour trod upon it. The crowds parted as the foreign men climbed the crumbling stone steps that approached the palace, a single strong soldier clad in thick armour considerably different from the group who had so uninvitedly approached the palace stepped forward and halted the group from proceeding.

Hello! How have you've been doing ? I've been doing just great. Today has been just like every other day of the year. Sampson and Gregory had started a quarrel with the Montagues, specifically at Abraham and Balthasar. Sampson had bit his thumb at them. I tried to stop it, but Tybalt just had to challenge them into fighting each other. I asked him to help me to break them apart and put his sword down, but he completely ignored me. I said, “I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me.” Tybalt said, “What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee: Have at thee, coward!” The quarrel turned into a brawl and continued until Prince came to

The land celebrated the defeat of the mighty dragon, but Sir Crimson had changed a man. The sword started to change him into a monster slowly. He started to have dark thought that he never thought before. He wanted more; more fame, more land, he wanted the throne. He was the one that slays the dragon; he should be the one to rule. He started to plan to dethrone the king. He tried to recruit his fellow knights. They were revolted by his proposal, they detained him immediately.