its not very good ill edit it soon
and its just the start
i think ill make the chapters a bit longer
Chapter 1
twap ,bang and the sounds of crying men was the only sounds you would hear when your
a young wrecked slave living in the jails of Akabarun.
everyday u could feel the breeze of poor useless
slaves being whiped over,over and over again but there was always one.
Just one , that would never admitt the defeat of being caught
and this paticular one wasnt just one
he was THE one , so listen up to this story.As you may never expect such a story of horid , bravery , dramtic happenings
and death.
“GUARDS !!! GUARDS!!! “ the young prince Drake shouted
“seize him, and when you do bring him to me dead !” .
The Akabarun guards where the toughist guards in the land
standing at least 6ft 2 with gold plated armor with a black
dragon standing on his two back feet breathing fire.
But this dragon was like no other.
You could feel its breath as the guards ran at you.
You could smell the stinch as they ran at you.
You coul feel the fear in your spine as it ran at you.
So as you can hear this dragon was like no other!.
The guards stomped past in the dark misty wood with there great fierce Glaives
turning anything glum, dull.
“We must find him or the prince will kill us” said the tall
bold man.
“We are all trying so just keep your eyes peeled!” replied the
ugly wrinkled man.
Crack...
“What was that!”
“i dont know”
“lets check it out”
clank
“ARGGHHH”
“MY ARM!!!”
a young small wrecked body stood cautionly
“My Glaive” replied the guard.
“move or speak and ill have your head” whispered the wrecked man in a low voice.
The man suddenly swished his fist into the guards face breaking
his nose , and knocking him out.
The odd man swifted past the other guards like a ninja
making nothing see him
jumping from tree to tree
ducking under bushs
throwing rocks to distract guards and make his way
out of the jail and into
the market city
Forcation.
Chapter 2
The city was far enough to possible be 20 miles maybe 30 .
the odd man ran far from the jail keeping his eyes peeled for maybe night stalkers
or jagars to mug or even kill him
the man got at least 10miles off course and decided to sleep by a long live river.
He kept the Glaive he stole, very close and slept so lightly he could see.
But as he was to drift off in a sudden dead sleep he heard a twig or branch snap, as if this wasnt mother nature but
someone or something.
he stood his body up in the dark misty woods and saw a strange dark figure he pointed is head forwards like a cat would for its prey
and the figure dissapered.
and its just the start
i think ill make the chapters a bit longer
Chapter 1
twap ,bang and the sounds of crying men was the only sounds you would hear when your
a young wrecked slave living in the jails of Akabarun.
everyday u could feel the breeze of poor useless
slaves being whiped over,over and over again but there was always one.
Just one , that would never admitt the defeat of being caught
and this paticular one wasnt just one
he was THE one , so listen up to this story.As you may never expect such a story of horid , bravery , dramtic happenings
and death.
“GUARDS !!! GUARDS!!! “ the young prince Drake shouted
“seize him, and when you do bring him to me dead !” .
The Akabarun guards where the toughist guards in the land
standing at least 6ft 2 with gold plated armor with a black
dragon standing on his two back feet breathing fire.
But this dragon was like no other.
You could feel its breath as the guards ran at you.
You could smell the stinch as they ran at you.
You coul feel the fear in your spine as it ran at you.
So as you can hear this dragon was like no other!.
The guards stomped past in the dark misty wood with there great fierce Glaives
turning anything glum, dull.
“We must find him or the prince will kill us” said the tall
bold man.
“We are all trying so just keep your eyes peeled!” replied the
ugly wrinkled man.
Crack...
“What was that!”
“i dont know”
“lets check it out”
clank
“ARGGHHH”
“MY ARM!!!”
a young small wrecked body stood cautionly
“My Glaive” replied the guard.
“move or speak and ill have your head” whispered the wrecked man in a low voice.
The man suddenly swished his fist into the guards face breaking
his nose , and knocking him out.
The odd man swifted past the other guards like a ninja
making nothing see him
jumping from tree to tree
ducking under bushs
throwing rocks to distract guards and make his way
out of the jail and into
the market city
Forcation.
Chapter 2
The city was far enough to possible be 20 miles maybe 30 .
the odd man ran far from the jail keeping his eyes peeled for maybe night stalkers
or jagars to mug or even kill him
the man got at least 10miles off course and decided to sleep by a long live river.
He kept the Glaive he stole, very close and slept so lightly he could see.
But as he was to drift off in a sudden dead sleep he heard a twig or branch snap, as if this wasnt mother nature but
someone or something.
he stood his body up in the dark misty woods and saw a strange dark figure he pointed is head forwards like a cat would for its prey
and the figure dissapered.
