I am truly ashamed of this one. It's St Brigid and was AGONY to write, and it's not even good! Well, it's ok. I guess. I was thinking of doing St Patrick next but after how annoying writing this one was, I think I'll leave it to the end. Hope you like it!

7. Kendall and his Cloak — St Brigid's cloak

When Kendall Knight was growing on his father's farm, his father Gustavo forced he and his mother to work as slaves for him. Even though his mother was given a break to take care of him once he was born, as soon as Kendall turned five she went back to working and Kendall had to start, and they would spend all day cleaning, cooking or looking after the animals. Kendall never once complained or asked for more than what he got.

Then when Kendall was ten, his mother literally dropped dead from exhaustion while sweeping the farmyard one morning. Rather than mourn over her for very long, Gustavo simply had Kendall work even harder to make up for her loss. Every night Kendall went to bed with aching bones, but he still never complained.

Kendall grew up around the time that St Patrick began spreading his Christian beliefs throughout Ireland. He admired him greatly, and spent a lot of time thinking about how he could do the same sort of things that St Patrick did. He wanted to do work for the people, more than any other form of living.

When Kendall turned eighteen, his father finally released him from slavery. He encouraged Kendall to go off into the world and find a nice wife and have children. But Kendall had other ideas. He wanted to do work for God, by giving is life to working in charity for others in need. Gustavo didn't understand it at all.

"Why can't you marry a pretty woman?" Gustavo asked him in despair. "Or even a nice man, I don't care! Must you be alone?"

"I don't want to get married," Kendall replied stubbornly. "I want to help people."

But Gustavo didn't want to give up on that idea so easily. He continuously invited men and a few women over to spend time with Kendall, hoping that maybe Kendall would fall for a woman, or one of the men should ask his hand in marriage. One or two did so, but Kendall always refused. And Kendall quickly grew frustrated with all these suitors his father kept finding for him. So one night, he knelt down, praying and wishing that there was some way to keep these men away, so it would be easier for him do dedicate his life to charity. And the next morning, Kendall's beauty was gone. Well, what the suitors saw of it. His pale skin lost its clear and glowing quality, his stance became hunched and his eyes lost their glow. And although his beauty still radiated from within, the suitors stopped coming and he could finally focus on his work.

One day he was in the village and came across two men, who were standing in the square with a tin cup on the ground in front of them. They were singing in loud but harmonious voices, some villagers quite happily standing around and listening to them, while others glanced as they walked past. Kendall walked over and watched the two singers. They were both short with dark hair, one pale and one tanned, probably of Spanish descent. When they finished their song, the square filled with applause. Kendall watched with wide eyes as the villagers dropped coins into the cup, going on their way when they had finished. Maybe he could sing for money. It seemed a good idea.

Kendall fished a couple of coins from his pocket and walked up to the singers who now stood alone, dropping them into the tin cup. "That was a beautiful song."

"Thank you," the tan one replied with a grin. "We're collecting money for the orphanage. We're going to surprise them later on."

"Oh. That's kind of you." Kendall paused, an idea suddenly coming to him. "What are your names? I'm Kendall."

"I'm Logan," the pale one piped up, "And this is Carlos."

"Would you be interested in grouping together? Do you have a place to stay?"

And so it was settled. Carlos and Logan moved in and lived on the farm with Kendall and his father. And the three began work together, collecting money for charity and going around to assist the sick or the injured. And as the days went on, they found more young men and women to join their cause.

Word spread about the society and more and more people gathered to join. And soon enough there was no room left on the farm. "We need somewhere for these people to live and work," Logan sighed one day.

"Do you think the king would give us some land?" Carlos suggested.

But the two banished the idea quickly. King James was selfish and arrogant, and wouldn't look twice at three peasants looking to take some of his precious land.

But Kendall was thoughtful. "Do you think he might?"

"No!" Logan scoffed. "He's a bastard, I bet he wouldn't give land to his own mother, let alone us! We're insignificant to him!"

"But there has to be some good in him, somewhere." Kendall persisted. "Don't you think?"

Logan and Carlos didn't think that at all. But Kendall wouldn't drop the subject. "Come on, it can't hurt to try," he pleaded.

"You'll be lucky if he even lets you inside the doors!" Gustavo cackled, eyeing Kendall's appearance with disdainful eyes. "He'd have no reason to give you the time of day!"

But finally, Logan and Carlos agreed to go with Kendall to the castle. They got two of the first men to join the group, Jett and Dak, and the five set off. It took them a while to get to the castle, but they eventually arrived there. A kind-hearted guard let them in when they explained their business, and they were led into the throne room.

King James sat in his throne, tall and handsome. He scowled in disgust when he saw who'd been let into his throne room. "What are you peasants doing in here?"

Carlos and Logan nudged Kendall forward, afraid to speak themselves. But Kendall was unafraid and walked up to the king.

"I want to ask for some land, Your Highness," Kendall said bravely. "I need land, for my charity group." Clearing his throat a little nervously, he continued. "There is an area of land, west of your castle. It has a lake, and fields where I could build houses and look after the livestock."

King James simply laughed at him. "Why on earth would I give you any land? Let alone some of my best land! You must be out of your mind!"

"Please, Your Highness." Kendall paused. Then he moved to open his cloak and detach it from his shoulders. "If I lay my cloak out on the ground, will you give me as much land as it can cover?"

And because James just found the entire situation amusing, he chuckled and replied, "Alright, beggar. We'll travel to the land you desire and see just how much you can obtain with that rag!"

So James took Kendall and the others in his carriage and they travelled the short distance to the land Kendall wanted to claim. Kendall spread his cloak out on the grass and turned to Carlos, Logan, Jett and Dak. "I want you all to take a corner each of the cloak, and spread it out as far as you can."

They did as they were told, and each picked up a corner of the cloak. Kendall shut his eyes and waited for them to start pulling it apart. The wind blew through the trees and the clouds shifted restlessly overhead. And then as they began pulling the cloak, something extraordinary happened. The cloak began to grow. It stretched out far and wide across the field, and still it grew, spreading out farther and farther, until it covered the land that Kendall had wanted.

James stared in horror at what was going on before him. He'd never dreamed it was possible for anything like this to happen. He was afraid for his life at this point, worried that the sorcery would come after him, because he'd refused to give any land away.

James fell to his knees before Kendall, clasping one of his hands desperately. "Please forgive me for my actions," he pleaded. "I beg of you, please do not hold this against me, for I promise I'll change my ways!"

Just as the words left his mouth, the sky rumbled again and Kendall closed his eyes, taking a relaxed stance. As the wind blew through Kendall's hair, his beauty began to return to him. He slowly changed back to the appearance he had before he wished his beauty away. The sky cleared and James looked up at Kendall in complete amazement. "You don't need to bow before me," Kendall said sweetly. "Now that you've sworn to change."

"I . . yes," James managed to stutter out as he stood up shakily. "I'll be kinder to everybody. Especially those less fortunate."

James was true to his word. He gathered workers together to help Kendall and the others build their holding houses for the charity group. Kendall and his group lived there happily for years, inviting homeless people in to stay, offering to work in the orphanages and healers' homes, and helping everybody who needed it. James visited them regularly and often joined in with these charitable activities, often going to talk to sick children and the like, following Kendall's advice almost like a lapdog.

"Young love," Carlos and Logan would always tease whenever they saw him with Kendall.

Then one day, James asked Kendall to marry him. And because James was wrapped around his little finger, Kendall told the king he would think about it for a while. He was wondering if he would change his mind about never marrying. But only a month later, Kendall and James wed in the castle, a ceremony everyone was invited to. And although Kendall became a king, he never changed his ways. He used his power to help others, and did so until the day he died.

Just so you are aware, the next three will have sad endings. Yup, it's true. The next one will be Cargan-centric, then there will be 2 Kames ones, and then will be Cargan-centric as well, and that might be it! Leave a review!