Monday, October 03, 2005
Chapter One
Knight Davion marched along winding dirt-and-gravel roads, past apple orchards and Christmas-tree plantations, past tiny white-steepled churches and lonely farmsteads with their big red barns and grazing cattle. His helmet did shade his eyes from the sun, but not from the sweltering summer heat. The castle was stil miles away.
At last they reached the end of the road, and he paused to catch his breath. A magnificient view unrolled in all directions. Within miles away, the sea was visible in a shimmering strip beyond a small cluster of trees. Across the valley, the castle lay tranquilly on top of the mountain. It bore resemblence to his hometown Newcastle, the quiet streets of the elegant townhouses, red brick with green trim, all the small secret playgrounds and hidden playgrounds and hidden gardens trailing ivy. However, his life was entrusted to protect this castle from this very moment. He took a deep breath, and marched on.
The interior of the castle was breath-taking. The furniture, the ornuments, all enthralled him. He squinted his eyes at an angular piece of painting that looked like some skank feeding faeces, and the maidens, the priests, wore a listless expressions on their faces. Knight Davion apprehended that life in the castle would be a distinctive one.
There was a flurry of footsteps, and a figure whirled through a big wall and towards the knights.
"Welcome knights, the elites serving me, I'm pleased to acknowledge ur loyalty and valor, and from this very moment, your lives will see a complete change," the king gestured, glowing and gorgeous.
"The French will be assaulting us shortly, and your service here will be remarked as honourable and patriotic," he snapped, "for glory and love, serve me and live."
Knight Davion wasn't impressed. The nigger of confidence eluded from the king was somehow, uncertain. He swerved his eyes around the castle, until a lady dressed in a white robe caught his attention.
She was charmingly posed on the couch, eyes gazing at the window. She had ripe flesh that swelled and bounced in the right places, and she was definitely self-possessed and alluring. Knight Davion was somehow warmed by her appearance, and even though the white silk robe masked her features, she was stil glaring in glamour as the lady stroked her hair in a tender gesture.
Knight Dwarven tugged Knight Davion, and whispered demandingly," What the fcuk are you looking at?"
Knight Davion stammered," Well, the couch over there."
Knight Dwarven sniggered, " A young lad you are, Davion. She's the princess."
To be continued...
At last they reached the end of the road, and he paused to catch his breath. A magnificient view unrolled in all directions. Within miles away, the sea was visible in a shimmering strip beyond a small cluster of trees. Across the valley, the castle lay tranquilly on top of the mountain. It bore resemblence to his hometown Newcastle, the quiet streets of the elegant townhouses, red brick with green trim, all the small secret playgrounds and hidden playgrounds and hidden gardens trailing ivy. However, his life was entrusted to protect this castle from this very moment. He took a deep breath, and marched on.
The interior of the castle was breath-taking. The furniture, the ornuments, all enthralled him. He squinted his eyes at an angular piece of painting that looked like some skank feeding faeces, and the maidens, the priests, wore a listless expressions on their faces. Knight Davion apprehended that life in the castle would be a distinctive one.
There was a flurry of footsteps, and a figure whirled through a big wall and towards the knights.
"Welcome knights, the elites serving me, I'm pleased to acknowledge ur loyalty and valor, and from this very moment, your lives will see a complete change," the king gestured, glowing and gorgeous.
"The French will be assaulting us shortly, and your service here will be remarked as honourable and patriotic," he snapped, "for glory and love, serve me and live."
Knight Davion wasn't impressed. The nigger of confidence eluded from the king was somehow, uncertain. He swerved his eyes around the castle, until a lady dressed in a white robe caught his attention.
She was charmingly posed on the couch, eyes gazing at the window. She had ripe flesh that swelled and bounced in the right places, and she was definitely self-possessed and alluring. Knight Davion was somehow warmed by her appearance, and even though the white silk robe masked her features, she was stil glaring in glamour as the lady stroked her hair in a tender gesture.
Knight Dwarven tugged Knight Davion, and whispered demandingly," What the fcuk are you looking at?"
Knight Davion stammered," Well, the couch over there."
Knight Dwarven sniggered, " A young lad you are, Davion. She's the princess."
To be continued...
# posted by Dao @ 3:24 PM 
