Hey everyone this is Thingy of um thingyness. Me and nativewildmage have teamed up to make one account: The Inklings. This is our first story; we do a chapter each, this one is mine. The next one will probably be hers.

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The Knights Templar

The desert shone with the reflection of the sun of burnished steel. The desert was quieter than it had been in twenty two years. Horses neighed, armour scraped together but not sound came from a human mouth. Had a Saracen scout been just half a mile away he would never have known they where there. The clerics and priests had observed their enemy, their new enemy. Through holy relics their clergymen had seen new and deadly lands full of godless savages. But they would bring god to these far of magical realms. With sword, flame and faith they would drive the heavens from the new lands. The knights Templar where coming.

The old bishop sighed, his face wrinkling with the effort. He looked old and worn but underneath the broken body his mind raced. This new land was a work of the devil, that much was clear: this mother goddess they worshipped had been a mystery at first but after months of looking through the accounts of the ancient pope Gregory I, may the lord grant him the rest he deserves, he found that heathens once worshipped a false deity called The great mother goddess. They believed her to be the earth itself. Also there was another god: Mithros, the bishop had known that there was an ancient Persian god of that name and after a little browsing through records he informed the grand master that he was the god of war and justice and that his symbol was the sun. There where more but the bishop had had no time to locate them as well. Outside the army was preparing.

The grand master waited impatiently as the priests called forth the magic of faith and attempted to make a gateway into the new world. He knew it was unwise and almost blasphemous to rush a priest doing the work of the most holy of holies, but although pious and generally considered good the French knight was not a patient man and he knew his men where not either. They needed to move, to fight, to spread the word of god. Suddenly there was a blinding flash of light and grand master Jacques de Orleans and most of him men fell to their knees and prayed. They knew what had happened. The portal was open.

He stood and turned to his men. "Know this," he yelled "though the gates to the realms of hell are open, you shall not be afraid while the light of lord is upon you," he paused and looked to the heavens as though expecting to see angels wing them on their way. "For god and the knights templar!" His men roared their approval and with grand master de Orleans at their head they marched through the gate.

A young boy no older than the age of nine was the first to fall, a crossbow bolt going straight through his neck. The sixty thousand knights templar took the village in a matter of minutes killing everyone they found. Little did they know that a small bird was watching. A small bird known as Daine. She watched the massacre as though transfixed until the battle was over and then, realizing her mistake of waiting she flew wide eyed straight to Corus.

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Well tell me what you think and don't forget to review. 

Motto/thought/saying for the day: If today is the day you are doing an exam you haven't studied for tell you teacher you are on a religious holiday. If your teacher asks which religious holiday it is tell the teacher that answering would be against your religious principles.