Alright, I'm back! This story is going to go much faster now, so hang on
tight! Oh, and I don't own anything, so don't sue!
One Tin Soldier
Chapter 3
"My prince..." Garet began. He had found Isaac in the library, a
strange place to find a prince of any other origin, but Prince Isaac
enjoyed reading more than anything else. Isaac, who was reading a book,
nodded slightly before putting the novel down. "I must tell you, I fear
that the villagers will not take kindly to your message."
"Why not?" Isaac asked. "We promised to share the treasure with
them, what more could they ask for?"
"Nothing was sent with the messenger," Garet said, his voice
hard. "The village will see your promise as an empty one. They will not
stand to be treated like idiots."
"Garet, you know as well as I do that the treasure-"
Isaac was cut off by the tolling of the alarm bell.
The great bronze bell hadn't been rung since the day that Isaac's
father had died, but now it's ringing filled the castle, shaking dust
from the ceilings. Isaac looked to Garet for an answer, his blue eyes
wide.
"Why is the alarm bell-?" he began, but Garet didn't bother to
let his Prince finish the statement. He was making a dash towards the
outside walls.
He got there in a few minutes, but everything was chaos.
The draw bridge across the moat hadn't been lifted for years, and
now troups of peasants stormed across it, some mounted, others with rusty
swords passed through generations, many others still with pitchforks and
torches. Anything that could be burned was lit afire, and most of his
own guards were cut down before they could even have a chance to
retaliate.
"Armsmen to me!" he yelled, drawing his sword. "Armsmen to me!"
But his guards, for all of their shining armor and brightly
polished swords had never seen real combat, had never had their own lives
at risk. Too many were cut down before they could even get to him.
Garet shoved his sword into the first peasant that came even
close to him. He stabbed and thrust, his foe had never been trained for
combat, and were easily defeated.
It wasn't long before they were giving him a wide birth, but
despite his efforts villagers, people he had gone down and worked with in
the fields at harvest time, people that greeted him with a smile and a
wave when he passed were swarming into the castle, killing off the other
guards and laying waste to the beautiful castle.
We're nearing the end, aren't we? AAAAAAAAAH! Well, those of you who
know the outcome can cry, the rest of you will be in utter suspense.
tight! Oh, and I don't own anything, so don't sue!
One Tin Soldier
Chapter 3
"My prince..." Garet began. He had found Isaac in the library, a
strange place to find a prince of any other origin, but Prince Isaac
enjoyed reading more than anything else. Isaac, who was reading a book,
nodded slightly before putting the novel down. "I must tell you, I fear
that the villagers will not take kindly to your message."
"Why not?" Isaac asked. "We promised to share the treasure with
them, what more could they ask for?"
"Nothing was sent with the messenger," Garet said, his voice
hard. "The village will see your promise as an empty one. They will not
stand to be treated like idiots."
"Garet, you know as well as I do that the treasure-"
Isaac was cut off by the tolling of the alarm bell.
The great bronze bell hadn't been rung since the day that Isaac's
father had died, but now it's ringing filled the castle, shaking dust
from the ceilings. Isaac looked to Garet for an answer, his blue eyes
wide.
"Why is the alarm bell-?" he began, but Garet didn't bother to
let his Prince finish the statement. He was making a dash towards the
outside walls.
He got there in a few minutes, but everything was chaos.
The draw bridge across the moat hadn't been lifted for years, and
now troups of peasants stormed across it, some mounted, others with rusty
swords passed through generations, many others still with pitchforks and
torches. Anything that could be burned was lit afire, and most of his
own guards were cut down before they could even have a chance to
retaliate.
"Armsmen to me!" he yelled, drawing his sword. "Armsmen to me!"
But his guards, for all of their shining armor and brightly
polished swords had never seen real combat, had never had their own lives
at risk. Too many were cut down before they could even get to him.
Garet shoved his sword into the first peasant that came even
close to him. He stabbed and thrust, his foe had never been trained for
combat, and were easily defeated.
It wasn't long before they were giving him a wide birth, but
despite his efforts villagers, people he had gone down and worked with in
the fields at harvest time, people that greeted him with a smile and a
wave when he passed were swarming into the castle, killing off the other
guards and laying waste to the beautiful castle.
We're nearing the end, aren't we? AAAAAAAAAH! Well, those of you who
know the outcome can cry, the rest of you will be in utter suspense.