Hello once angain! Ezams are finally over, I can finally start playing Minecraft and Black Ops and Assassins Creed and all that good stuff :) Thank yo for recommending the a server to me, I've yet to try it though. Anyways, I did a couple of changes, not really of that much significance but I took some time to watch the old Tales of Kingdoms episodes, his paladin/royal guardsman is actually Fernaend (or something, I'm not sure of the spelling) not Fernando, although I think the latter is much nicer, anyways, onwards! To victory and power!

******Tales of Kingdoms, Chapter 5******

'My heart's pounding in my ear was all I could hear. What happened to me? Distant shouts and clashes rang out. Men and women and children's cries. The anxious snort of Cornbred. The battle...Cornbred...I need to wake!'

' I struggled upright and glanced at my wound. It wasn't pretty. The deep gash was still sprewing out blood and hot pain, almost unbeareable, gripped me. Still, I had to do my duty as a knight and prehaps a king. Cornberd, sensing that I was ready, gave a whine. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I nuged his flank and my steed brought me back to the battle.

'Hefting my sword up, I targeted one of the skeletal archers, as it was one of their brethen that had caused me such pain. The particular undead was busy string its bow with another flint arrow and didn't notice me approaching. I brought the hilt of my blade down on its skull, crushing it. As it crumbled to dust, I noticed that it had left its bow and some arrows behind.'

'Picking up the spoils, I grasped the handle of the bow. It was a fine one, made of spruce wood, and it had leather bindings as well. Taking an arrow, I notched it in my bow and aimed at one of the floating Reficules. I smote it right in the heart, causing it to moan terribly and burst into ashes, leaving coins raining to the ground.'

'For a triumphant moment, I forgot about the aching pain in my side and punched my fist in the air with my newly aquired bow. However, my moment was cut short by angry wailing. I realised that more of the flying Reficules were coming towards me, angry that I had killed one of them.'

"Steady cornbred!" I muttered as my first shot at them missed my an inch. I drew the string back again, closing one eye... Thwack! It hit the one of the dark creatures in the face, making it die with a shriek.'

'The others were shooting flame charges at me now, but though their aim wasn't as good as skeletons, they were large in number, and I knew it was a matter of time before one of them got lucky and hit me. Cornbred was galloping now, trying to lose the Reficules, which was good except I couldn't get a good shot with him moving so fast.'

'Suddenly one of the charges landed just in front of Cornbred. He reared back in terror, neighing wildly. I was tossed off the horses back, landing hard and opening my wound once again. I groaned in agony, it was too much, I had lost a lot of blood. Just when I thought my fate was sealed, a pair of sturdy arms lifted my off the ground.'

"Don't give up, my man! It's not your time yet!" shouted a familiar voice over the chaos. Is that... Brendon? What is he doing here, fighting! He needs to be safe in the inn! I struggled to get up and ask him what in the name of Notch was he doing in the middle of the battlefeild, but every tiny move I made sent a spike of pain through my side.'

'Even flexing my muscles hurt, and after I while I gave up trying to move, gave up and stared at the blue minecraftian sky, gave up that I would ever seen it again...I fell into oblivion.'

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The children stared wide eyed at the king. He, the mighty and invincible lord that held so much power now...almost died? It was too much to belive. Even the youngest one in the group, the one who had spoken so excitedly about following in the great man's footsteps was now re-considering. To have to go through all that hardships...it was so unimaginable.

"Do you chaps want me to continue?" King Punchwood interrupted. The child looked into the man's eyes. The man he so admired. The man who once thought he was going to die. Punchwood kid felt his wiseness was never ending, and he wondered if Punchwood had guessed what he was thinking.

"Do go on!" squeaked the other children, breaking the boy's train of thoughts.

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'I had terrible dreams, wandering through a world with only brimstone and fire, lava pouring from a ruined castle's battlements, smog covering the entire place. I was alone helpless, and a new feeling washed over my usually daring and courageous heart, a new feeling that I was yet to get used to. It was fear.'

'I sat up, panicked and startled. Crying out in pain, I slumped back down, clutching my side and groaning. The sound made Brendon sprint into my room or wherever I was. Brendon! I needed to ask him so many questions. "Punchwood! Are you alright man?" he asked worridly. "Yes, yes, I'm fine." I muttered. "You sure? You'd better lie low for some time, get some more rest." Bredon advised, not believing my claim. "I'm fine! I can get up right now!" I protested.'

'But as soon as I tried, I fell back down with a moan. Brendon looked at me sympathetically. I hated that look. I never accepted pity from others, even Brendon, my friend that I had taken to so long ago. "Look here man. Just rest a couple more days. I'll bring you more bread to keep your hunger up, but don't try to do anything to exerting," he said, adding ephasis to the last part. I gritted my teeth as he left. Just do nothing? I wanted to ask him how to Guild has holding up, what had happened of the battle? Fustrated at the lack of answers, I tried to lash out at a redstone lamp.'

'My muscles screamed, But the lamp was knocked over and shattered. I winced at the sound, waiting for Brendon ot one of the inn keepers to dash in and child me. But no one came, and I relaxed again. I tried doing simple excersices like streaching my arms and legs. After I while they stopped aching, and I gingerly tried getting up again. After a few minutes of agony, I stood up on shaky legs and looked around for my sword. I didn't know if I'd need it.'

'Hefting the once light but now extremely heavy sword, I pushed open the door and stepped outside, legs feeling like lead. I was in the lobby of the inn. The oak counter was slightly charred, and the bookcase behind it looked about to collaspe, but it otherwise seemed fine. Thats good. That means the town should be okay.'

'Those thoughts were immediately dashed as I stepped outside, into the uncomfortable heat of the still blazing fire on the rooftops.'