It was late at night, the white and round full moon stood still on the
black sky with
small blinking stars as company.
Se cast a spooky shine over the green meadows of the golden sun continent,
and yet so comforting for so many.. She promised them light so they could
see the enemies who were lurking in the shadows...Just waiting to attack
whoever passed by.
This night was the start of a new war between two young kings who both
seeked victory and both were victorious.
A young man was limping through the cold deserts of the south, he was badly injured, his royal blue clothes was torn and soaked in red blood from deep wounds, his black hair was untidy and wet with sweat and his wise eyes tired and red.... But he didn`t give up, no matter how tired or how much his body hurt..He was not going to give up.. He could see the warm and comforting lights in the towns houses at the end of the desert, his town.. But so tired....And so close to his goal...
The town was dark.. People were sleeping peacefully in their beds, without worries.. Ah... Sleeping .... So tired.. He told himself not to fall asleep, he had done that at least a hundred times before,even how tired he was.... He had to go on. He could rest when he came to Gadowan castle..
The guards who were guarding the castle, his goal , saw him. At first they looked confused, but shock soon took over. They came running down to him while they were yelling to the other guards. ' Get a medic!! ' ' Oh dear Lord! Prince Morgan!' ' Please don`t die!' those words where some of the words the guards were yelling...But it didn`t matter anymore. He reached down to one of the pockets on his once Royal blue, now blood stained tunic and pulled a paper out. It was poorly written, like the writer didn`t have much time to write it on. Blood and dirt coverd some of the beautiful small letters and made it difficult too read..
The guard read the paper...and gasped. Morgan smiled weakly, some blood escaped out of the corner of his mouth and down at his tunic. He had finally done it!.......... The guard was yelling something again, the young face was filled with fear and terror. But it was too late.. Morgan looked up at the male guard and spoke his last words:
"Tell Damien...Tell my brother..Not to worry too much, Okey?..." The guard nodded sadly, He had finaly accepted that Morgan was dying and would not live too see the sun rising... And so..The prince`s sore body fell limp and his blue eyes closed.. Now he could rest...for all eternity....
***************************************** Weeeh! That`s the prologue and king Damien`s reason to hate Samuel... But I`m still missing a reason for samuel to hate Damien.... Any ideas? Please tell meee! And I need more characters! R&R
A young man was limping through the cold deserts of the south, he was badly injured, his royal blue clothes was torn and soaked in red blood from deep wounds, his black hair was untidy and wet with sweat and his wise eyes tired and red.... But he didn`t give up, no matter how tired or how much his body hurt..He was not going to give up.. He could see the warm and comforting lights in the towns houses at the end of the desert, his town.. But so tired....And so close to his goal...
The town was dark.. People were sleeping peacefully in their beds, without worries.. Ah... Sleeping .... So tired.. He told himself not to fall asleep, he had done that at least a hundred times before,even how tired he was.... He had to go on. He could rest when he came to Gadowan castle..
The guards who were guarding the castle, his goal , saw him. At first they looked confused, but shock soon took over. They came running down to him while they were yelling to the other guards. ' Get a medic!! ' ' Oh dear Lord! Prince Morgan!' ' Please don`t die!' those words where some of the words the guards were yelling...But it didn`t matter anymore. He reached down to one of the pockets on his once Royal blue, now blood stained tunic and pulled a paper out. It was poorly written, like the writer didn`t have much time to write it on. Blood and dirt coverd some of the beautiful small letters and made it difficult too read..
The guard read the paper...and gasped. Morgan smiled weakly, some blood escaped out of the corner of his mouth and down at his tunic. He had finally done it!.......... The guard was yelling something again, the young face was filled with fear and terror. But it was too late.. Morgan looked up at the male guard and spoke his last words:
"Tell Damien...Tell my brother..Not to worry too much, Okey?..." The guard nodded sadly, He had finaly accepted that Morgan was dying and would not live too see the sun rising... And so..The prince`s sore body fell limp and his blue eyes closed.. Now he could rest...for all eternity....
***************************************** Weeeh! That`s the prologue and king Damien`s reason to hate Samuel... But I`m still missing a reason for samuel to hate Damien.... Any ideas? Please tell meee! And I need more characters! R&R