Heath

Listen! Before I made a GRAVE GRAVE GRAVE mistake by using another author's story to describe my own. I am sorry for doing that, and I've seen my error. Please don't hate me for making a crappy story! I've completely revised this and I. Will. Make. Amends. This is in first person, so forgive me if I'm crappy at doing this.

Knothole Island

Knothole Island. An unforgiving, weather controlled place filled with villagers whose bloodline traced back to when Jack Slayer lived almost 300 years ago. Dark tanned skin, dreadlocks, sweat, and a desert was stretched throughout the island. It was one of the three seasons on that island. Storm season was next, and then there was winter, and then back to summer. People didn't mind much. Not after what could've happened with their mayor. Jessica, the owner of the shop 'The Box of Secrets' became the new mayor when The Hero shared the power of weather with the people of the island, instead of accepting a handsome sum of 10,000 gold from the mayor. They exiled the mayor, and soon enough was replaced by Jessica. The Hero left the island to live at his court in Bowerstone twenty years ago, and soon the island heard of some new heroes of some kind. Many of the villagers were very excited, and asked Gordon's daughter (you should know who he is if you have the DLC pack, but I'm just making it up that he has a daughter) Gail, if she could have test if they had Heroes in their midst. It would make sense, they moved away from Knothole Glade a long time ago, and there might be an untapped source of Heroes waiting on that island. Of course, they couldn't know, because with Heroes there usually has to be an unexpected and dramatic event that triggers the Hero to find his/her power. This has been proven multiple times with Jack Slayer, The Hero, who changes his name repeatedly, and Maze, the Hero that betrayed the Guild Master in the Old Kingdom had an event that made him a Hero. So The Hero tested blood instead of waiting for events. All he had to do was place the blood on a Cullis gate.

We, however, now look at the story of a young boy that came from this island. The young boy apprenticed to Jessica, and the young boy's sister for now, are the story.

I never really understood Jessica. I know she's the mayor, a store owner, and makes a few men turn heads. There aren't many women on the island with her face that she unknowingly ruins with the white makeup caked onto her face. She reminds me of a street performer more than a leader. Once I saw her juggle three eggs without cracking them and a man made a remark that she could be a jester. He got a good scolding from her, he did! In fact, I almost laughed but I ran to the shop to laugh with my little sister, Ellie. She's about six years old, and I'm thirteen years old. She has silver hair (if anyone says it's white, she'll get really mad and say that only old people have white hair), brilliant green eyes, and she is best friends with everyone in the village. I have black hair, fair skin (if you haven't guessed Ellie and I get picked on every once in a while because of that) like Ellie, and we usually hang around each other. It's almost as if we're best friends but at the same time, we spend a lot of time with other people. I spend a lot of time with Gail, and I've made my own submarine that is patchy and rusted, but it works.

Now we find ways to forge submarines thanks to recent advances in technology. Gordon passed down his arts to Gail, his daughter. Gail passed on her wisdom to me, which is how I made a crappy submarine.

"Why do we have to learn to forge weapons? We never use any of them anyways. That's why The Hero came and helped us, remember?"

"Well, back then we had to leave problems like the weather to slimy politicians like the former mayor. Now, our forges are up and running, the Knights of Knothole island have been re-established, the Guards's Guild helped, and we now have pirates to worry about. Remember how Reaver attacked a while ago?"

"How could I not remember?"

Reaver, who you should know by now, was a scum that would sacrifice a village to keep his good looks and even steal youth from unsuspecting travelers. In fact, he actually did that once before Lucien attacked his mansion. That, and shot Barnum. When he came to attack Knothole, the weather was changed to Storm season as soon as the machine would allow, and then we destroyed his galleons. It was too bad that his flagship was destroyed in the process, especially since he escaped. I've heard about it and I would love to ride on it, but now it's probably infested with algae.

"So, forging, trading, and farming are our best things to do. It's better than letting someone destroy our village, right?"

"Right. I'll get swinging." I moaned.

"Don't even think that works. If you don't learn this, you'll never learn how to fight!" I wanted to fight, but not in offense. I would protect and defend the people in Albion. I would never be like Jack of Blades, turning my back on humanity, just for power. "Alright, I'll start now." I started swinging at the anvil, my hammer dropping at a steady beat. Clang! Clang! Clang! A few more minutes later, and the blade was flat. I called for Jessica, and she complimented my work. "Good job newbie. It looks like you have some skill after all. Catch." She tossed a small bag of coins towards me. "I heard you needed to improve your house. That should be enough to cover for it." She gave me a wink as she walked off to her shop. I looked inside and thank the Light she wasn't lying! I sighed in relief as I ran to my 'house'.

My house was a shack. It was pathetic, patched, and desperately needed improvements. I've taken scraps of metal from the forge, had Gail help me, and even had a small party for when I got a decent amount of gold to pay for improvements. I looked for Ellie in the small shack. "Ellie! We can improve the house now! Jessica gave us some gold to help us!" No answer, and as I crept into her room I saw she was sleeping. I quickly smacked my head, and stashed the small fortune into my shirt. "Ellie!" I whispered. "Wake up; you know what day it is?"

"Improvement day?" she answered in a muffled, exhausted tone. "Yup, I'm going to go get some supplies. Wanna help?"

"Can we buy some blankets? And that toy bear? Please can you buy the toy bear?" She figured out the general goods store was selling a teddy bear, and she wanted it desperately. "Ok, we have… 520 gold on us. We can use a little to get you that bear." She jumped up off the bed, and hugged me tightly. She is incredibly strong for her size, and brought her hands up signaling the eon-old 'carry me' sign. "Alright, but you do know I'm spoiling you, right?" She laughed at the old joke, and allowed me to lift her onto my shoulders. "Full speed ahead!" I cried as she gripped my neck. I started running to the supply store with the wind in my hair, and a little 6 year old pulling at my curly black hair.