A/N After many weeks of staring blankly at the computer for 20 minutes and figuring it was better just to give up and watch pewdiepie, I finally had that inspiration (if not a little bit) to actually continue some of these stories. Thanks t for being the SECOND reviewer in like 2 months or something... Anyways, I love new fans so much that I finnally slapped myself in the face and screamed NO MORE PEWDS GO AWAY AND LET ME DO MY FANFIC. SO YOU BETTER BE APPRECIATIVE

Also, I know Sir punchwood is telling the story, but some parts are from someone (I WON"T SPOIL) else's point of view, but he's still the one telling it, cos he invents the thoughts like that.

'One fine morning I was having a nice conversation with Brandon and collecting my daily bread, when I saw something that made me gasp in wonder. It was small, not yet reached adulthood, but there was something special about it. It had a fine gold mane, pure white body, and a horn, yellow and twinkling in the sunlight.

"A unicorn!" I shouted excitedly. Unicorns were extremely rare in those days, one might hope to see it once in a lifetime. Brendon was just as surprised as I was. "Go get it man! Unicorns are a sign! It is a lengend that whoever can tame a unicorn would grow to someone important and would be infused by the magic of it!" "But how shall I do it?" I cried, looking about wildly for some kind of food and despreatly hoping the unicorn would not run away.

Brendon thought fast. "My wheat! Harvest my wheat! Quickly man, before its too late!" I ran over to the gate of the wheat farm and punched all of the wheat in it. The wheat and seeds immediately zoomed into my pack, and I extended half a stack of wheat to Brendon. "Why, you should feed it! You're the knight, I'm but a lowly farmer1" shouted Brendon, waving my hand away.

"But-" "Go, it looks like it going to take off anytime soon!"

'The foal indeed looked bored, and was about to leave the guild to explore other building when the smell of freshly cut wheat filled its nostrils. It spun around to see a scruffy but tall two-hoof (as the horses call them) slowly walking forward with a bunch of yellow crop. The young animal apprached slowly, not entirely trusting the two-hoof. His dad, a mighty wild stallion, and told him not to interact with those creatures, saying they may catch you and slaughter you for meat.'

'But the particular two-hoof didn't look aggresive, and the foal took another step forward. A bunch of wheat flew from his hand to the ground next to the unicorn, and he gingerly ate it up. Instarntly, he felt himself growing bigger, more powerful and strong. The two-hoof kept throwing wheat on the groung, and the foal started to eat contentedly, deciding to trust the strange creature. Suddenly he looked up and realised that he was taller than the two-hoof, his leg muscles well developed and sturdy, and his mane a lush color. He instantly felt...bonded with the two-hoof, and decided, once and for all to become it's stead, and gave himself to it.'

'I was astounded. One moment it was a tiny weakling, the next a mighty stallion, ready to charge into battle with s steely look in it eyes. I looked deep into the pupils of the mare, saw its

soul, its personality, and great determination. The horse regarded me in the same way, and, like a match made in heaven, we were instantly firm friends. "I'll name you...Cornbred," I declared, stroking the silky mane of the stallion. Brendon chuckled to himself, watching the me lead his newly found steed away, and I knew, from the very depths of my soul, I was sure to become something great, and the world shall know my name. I decided to become... A king.'

'Cornbred didn't even falter as the heavily muscled partner swung himself onto his back. A few moths ago, Cornbred would have staggered under the weight of this creature, but now he barely felt a thing. He neighed loudly rearing up its front legs, thirsty of adventure and battle. I smiled knowingly at Cornbred, and toghether we set off into the setting sun, preparng ourselves to face the mobs of the night.'

'Feeling like a real knight now, I drew my battered stone sword and examined it as Cornbred continued to gallop through the forest biome. It was badly dented on one side, and some of the stone had begun to crack, making it seem like it could break anytime. I made up my mind to purchase a new iron sword from the blacksmith at the Guild later on.'

' The final rays of the sun dissapeared over the blocky horizon, and moans and scuttles could be heard by monsters and the wild animals of the knight. Slowing to a trot, Cornbred and I sneaked through the dark place, senses alert. Suddenly a dark figure leapt up at us with a vicious snarl, its eyes sunken and skin peeling. I ran the zombie through with the sword before it could maul us with its sharp claws or teeth.'

'Just then, a pack of wolves charged towards us growling and baring their teeth. I jabbed at one, but it was to agile for me and leapt out of the way. The alpha, who had glowing red eyes, snarled and the pack advanced. There was about 8 of them, and I was starting to get worried that we'd be over powered. Cornbred reared up and the wolves got scared back. One of them leapt at the horse, attempting to bite his legs. I swung my old sword with all my might, and it collided with the wolf, head first. The good news was, the wolf died, dissapearing into a puff of smoke. I sighed in regret of killing sucha majestic creature. The bad news was, my rusty sword broke. The blade detached from the handle, leaving me with a useless brown stick.'

'The wolves seemed to notice that I was helpless, like they could smell my fear. The alpha yowled, and the whole pack surged forward. Thinking fast, I threw the stick at the alpha male, and it hit it smack in its muzzle. Yelping, it clutched its snout and whined, giving me and Cornbred a chance to get away. Cornbred dashed through the wolves, startling them and they paused before giving chase. But by that time, me and Cornbred managed to escape back to the Guild.'

' Safely in the Guild, I dismounted and patted Cornbred fimly. Without him, I would've never still been alive, telling you this tale. I ran to the blacksmith, a burly man with a bushy beard and emerald green eyes. He's still alive now, just in case your wondering. He's the kingdom's blacksmith to the west, the finest so far. He survived the Guild attack, and has a scar to prove it. You can ask him if you want,' Punchwood told the children. It was nearly dark now, and the golden sun was halfway down. 'Do you want me to continue? Its getting late," the king said. "Yes please!" squealed all the children, and he began again.

A/N There. Hoped ya'll enjoyed it and I shall see you in the next chapter! *salutes by left mouse clicking with a diamond sword* dun dun duuuuuunnn!