Once Upon A Time
By Bryce H. (Me)
There once was a boy that lived in a small village in the woods. This village was called Oakdale, one of many villages just like it that made up the vast mystical country of Noramyl. Oakdale was a peaceful little place, untouched by the sword and untainted with blood. As a farcical author would have it, ironically this prelude of peaceful bliss did not last long. Bandits ransacked Oakdale and had their perverted way with it. The men were killed, the women ravaged, and the children hacked into unrecognizable mangled bloody dog meat. But by some extremely predictable stroke of pure dumb luck the boy previously mentioned but left unnamed (thank god), found a way to survive the ensuing massacre by hiding in the hills while his family, friends, and local townsfolk got slaughtered before his very eyes. Unfortunately for him there was no special prophesy foretelling this boy's future greatness. Nor did this boy ever have a future greatness awaiting him in the near future. Sadly (not really), the next day, when he woke up and dragged himself out of the cave he had been holed up in for the night; he was unexpectedly attacked, mercilessly torn to shreds, and ravenously consumed by a very ferocious mountain lion. On a happy note, at least the fate of the existence of life as we know it did not rest on the survival of this miserable little boy. Otherwise we'd really be screwed over big time.
The End!