'Fox is so annoying,' Gameknight thought, 'He thinks he should be in charge all the time. Well, I'm the one who fought Herobrine and I'm the one who got stabbed in the gut by Herobrine.'
Fox was annoyed at Gameknight. He was so snobby! At Kelly seemed to do practically whatever he wanted. UGH!
Kelly tugged at Gameknight's shoulder, "Look up"
Gameknight couldn't believe his eyes. That castle was huge! It looked larger than the village he'd come from about a week ago. The banners in front of the main gate looked like blue eyeballs that had blue fire around them. Two soldiers guarded the entrance.
"What do you want at the Frostmourne castle?" asked one.
"Uh," Gameknight was at a loss for words, "we're just passing by. Amazing architect you must have."
"Thank you," responded the other soldier, he had a deep voice, "but we don't want strangers near here. For all we know, you could be spying out our fortifications, planning a siege."
Gameknight shrugged, "I guess that's a possibility."
The door behind the soldiers opened and a player in armour very similar to Gameknight's, only darker, approached them. He had two sword looking things on the end off long sticks, Gameknight assumed that they were lances. "What are you doing here?" the player asked, "Do any of you want to join the Frostmourne warriors?"
Fox raised his hand, he was getting fed up with his group. "I'll join," he responded, glaring at his friends, "These losers have a superiority complex." He got of his horse and walked away from his friends.
About an hour and a half later, Gameknight and Kelly were still riding, the fact that Fox had left them really cut them to the bone. They missed him already, usually he had a light, cheerful mood, but something seemed to have come over him as soon as they'd left the village. He'd become moody, unhelpful, and acted like he was their slave or something.
Gameknight shook off these thoughts and looked at the horizon, off in the distance, Gameknight saw a wooden blob against the stormy sky, lightning flickered, thena large BOOM! Echoed across the landscape. Gameknight could already imagine that it was the home of some tyrant, or something like that. He encouraged his horse to go faster, and decided that he was their to protect those living under the supposed tyrant's rule.