Short Story : A Short Fiction, By Alexandal '

"Good boy" Aomine said as he dismounted of the 17hh cremello stallion, not to far off in the bushes something groaned Aomine swivelled around and stalked towards the general area of where he heard the groan,pushing the branches aside he came into contact with some red hair, the strangers' eyes fluttered agape only to come into contact with two incandescent analysing navy orbs of a dark skinned man, snarling in the others face he shuffled backwards only to grimace in excruciating agony.

What do you mean they're here?" She asked frantically, walking forward. "God, the kids!" She started to sprint, but Jackson grabbed her arm.

“We are under attack. You have heard of the Ethynnian Empire in your studies, right?” I nodded. “Well, they have decided it was time they invaded Mendos. They came from the sea, and are now entering the city.”

“You knights and the king’ll stop this Morgane and her men, won’t you?” she asked Perceval as she packed. “Everyone’s right terrified. And it’s not just them! One of my girls saw those men from the Highlands… scary looking dressed in furs and with drawing on their bodies.”

The scarred leader stalked through the battle ground, the screeches of the wounded falling on deaf ears. They were no use to him now. Through the rain and darkness he moved, cutting through the battle like a knife. A slight smile hovered on his twisted face.

“I stopped him,” she said, staring at a place where the fence used to be. “I took and put my babies in a place where they’d be safe.”

Startled he looked up as a large metal shield hit the in a torrent of flames. He marveled at the resiliency of the metal since his own shield had melted just moments before. εragon grabbed the shield and flung himself behind a flames engulfed him. Sprinting into o the cave he ran to a lance he had seen earlier. €l-βḝlgrὃnd roared as εragorn charged at him. Yelling εragorn flung the spear at him through a torrent of flames. The roaring ceased. εragorn had slain €l-βḝlgrὃnd. He then went down called the men of the town of Northnesse to bring up their wagons n to help dismantle the monster and take the head back to King Archeuis. He gathered up the head and traveled back to the courts of King

"I'm sure that you don't share the same father than that soldier." Antanas interrupted. "When he was moving away from me, I was still so angry and ashamed that I shouted asking why he had done that. He stopped and replied that he had learned the basis of war from his father and he never had thought him how to kill kids."

Her lips moved. "Nothing!" he cried. "It was all a joke, wasn't it?" He turned to the other children.

And now as your blade, soaked with the black filth of orc blood and the sting of superficial wounds stung at your skin, did you mourn your life. Glancing with your old eyes to the King, you let out a breath. For a time you had split from him, but now you were careful to take your duties seriously. Your blade, crafted especially for your short height, cut through as many orcs as it could reach, keeping them from the King’s back. You knew more than any that King Thranduil would be able to watch his own front.

“Sir, as I see it we are in one of two predicaments.” Markus, Theodoric’s lieutenant, urged. “Either these invaders have trapped us in these walls, or they only wanted to plunder us for gold and supplies and have passed on at this hour. Either the case we should proceed with caution if we are to venture back out into the village.”

So that night he packed what he needed like food and clothing. He was going to Rosaria then Arcadia to unite them. He headed off to the west to the capitol of Rosaria which is the tomb of Raithwall. As he headed off to the westersand he noticed all the animals like the wolves, slephniers (a type of battle horse with metal spikes grown into its skull), and cactuses running around. So he reached for his sword for defence against the animals as they can be hostile then continued on.

“Oh, my child. I would never hurt innocent children.” She thought for a moment. “In two weeks time, I want you to take all of the children to the Sacred Tree in the middle of the forest. When you get there, the Great Dragon will let you in and protect you, but you have to be in there by midnight if you want to be safe. Do you understand?” Aldegonde nodded, then ran off.

Menion sat down on the edge of the bed and repeated the entire tale of their journey after escaping the creature in the valley. He told them of the march to the Pass of Jade and the encounter with the Gnomes there, the plan to get them by, and the results. He faltered a bit retelling of Hendel's sacrifice to the company. Shocked looks registered on the Valemen's faces on hearing of the gallant Dwarf's grisly death at the hands of the enraged Gnomes. Menion quickly continued with the remainder of the story, explaining how they had wandered through the Anar until discovered by Allanon and the strange people called Stors, who had treated their wounds and brought them to this

They are running back to their walls like maidens! Oh Zeus, how you smile upon us today! Oh look at them flee from my bloody blade! I will throw myself against this tower and run them down within their own city! But I mustn’t disobey Apollo’s words, for he knows what destiny is to come of all of us! I will retreat and rest for the day. But what’s that I hear? The thundering steps of horses at my back. Hektor and his men are coming back for more, I see. Gripping the warm spear with my left hand, I gently held a jagged stone with my right. Aiming at Hektor, I give a quick thrust but missed and