[A/N] Welcome again to the second chapter of The Tales of Sir Punchwood dun dun dun na! (thats epic music, for all u people who are thinking what kind of language I was speaking). So to kick start this chapter, I am going to...dun dun dun na! START THE STORY!

***********************Tales of Sir Punchwood, Chapter 2:

'I started off the same as all of you, nothing different, no sign or omen phrophesising my rise to become King. I wasn't even born with Royalty in my blood. I was just an average person, no weapon, no tool, not even a singlr penny to my name. I knew night was soon approaching, a natural instict for all of us Minecraftians, when I found a great building rising in the east, peaks touching the sky magnificently. I hurried there to find what is now ashes as to the war and uprising that started there as the Reficules took over the Guild.'

The children gasped as they heard this. "You mean the Guild isn't just legend, and that it actually exsited?" they questioned excitedly. "Very true," said I. "It was tall and strong back then, it was the one who took me in, provided protection food and shelter, and also started my dream of becoming a knight that would eventually lead to my kingship".

'Upon entering the Guild, I explored the vast bulding, occasionally stopping to chat with one of the citizens. Brendon the bread vendor was extreamly kind as to bread me everyday until he was unfortunately killed by one of those beastly Reficules. I found the Guildmaster, a old man with experience beyond his years, for he was quite old already, too old, I'm afaraid, to live to stop the perishing of his Guild.

'I still fondly remembered the first words he spoke when he saw me. He said " Young one, you are destined to become a great warrior, greater than all of Minecraftia would know." He inspired me to take the contract of becoming a knight. But he warned me that the path would be tough, although, like most others, I took no heard till my older years.'

'Night had fallen. I watched as the last few rays of sunlight dissapeared beyond the horizon, then using some of the stone I had mined earlier with a wooded pickaxe, crafted myself a stone sword and set off into the dark and gloomy forest. To hunt.'

'It was my calling, I knew it once I challenged my first foe, one of the undead zombie who spawn in the darkest nights. Weilding my blunt, heavy but sturdily built and storng stone sword, I slashed at the torso of the creature. Wailing, but still standing, it aimed it ferocious claws and swiped at my face. I could smell the vile bodily oudors that it gave out as I narrowly doged its claws.

'Spinning, I slammed the hilt of my sword on its face, stunning it. It stumbled, and screamed when I stabbed the sword through it's chest, pushing till I could see the tip jutting from its back. It gave a final groan and burst into vapour, leaving gold and rotten zombie flesh as my token prize of my first kill.'

'Soon I was faced with a much larger threat, 2 undead skeletons and a lone creeper approached me upon sight. I backed up, as creepers are infamous for exploding in your face, and I knew if it happened to me I'd be flat out dead. A spike of fear wormed its way into my courage.'

'But I knew I could give up, my pride couldn't handle running back to the Guild like a coward. How was I to become a knight like that? So i sturdied my feet and charged towards the creeper, striking it on its green torso. It flew back from the knock back that my heavy stone sword provided. I ensured that the skeletons were behind the creeper, using it as a sheild. Lucky for me, the creeper was about to charge when it abruptly stopped. I noticed 3 crarelessly shot arrows embedded in its back before it burst into ashesand knew the brainess undead archers were the cause.'

'Laughing like a mad man in glee, I dashed over to the skeletons, easily dodging their flint arrows. Jerking my sword up, I split the bones of one, and it immeadiately evaporated. Turning to face the other, I slashed the sword, aiming for the gleaming white ribcage. The sword lodged between one of the bones, and I pulled hard in an attempt to free my weapon. The last skeleton fired a shot at me where I stood, hapless. I jerked my body at the last second, at the arrow thumped into my shoulder, avoiding a fatal hit to my heart.

'Giving a final grunt of effort, the sword dislodged and the second skeleton died. My arm screamed with pain as I gripped it with my uninjured shoulder. I blocked the next projectile with the broadsword and leapt into the air, driving down the weapon deep into the skull of the undead.'

'With the battle of the skeletons over, I tried to inspect my arm. Pulling the arrow out, I gritted my teeth in pain as a spray of blood trickled from the open wound. It was deep, and I knew I had to seek attention. Scarfing down two pieces of the warm bread that Brendon had given me. Strength instantly filled my body as my hunger bar filled up, and my would started to heal slowly. I knew I still had to get back to the Guild though, I wouldn't survive the night in this condition.'

'Spriting towards the giant structure, I passed the gates into the safety of the Guild, guards ensuring no mobs may pass. That was my first battle with the mobs that are now no more of a threat than the blue birds that occasionally spawn in the castle.'

"After that incident I became more and more determined that I should become a knight. But one day, some thing happened that made me change my mind...'

[A/N] Ta-da! I know its always annoying that most of my stories end in a cliff hanger. Anyways, thanks to 'Guest' for being the VERY FIRST PERSON to give me support on this story T.T I'm half sad half happy. WHY people? Y U NO LIKE PAUL? Anyways, DO NOT FEAR 'Guest'! I WILL GO ON NO MATTER IF U PEEPS LIKE IT OR NOT! Dun dun dun...