In a hut there lived a roaring, decrepit knight named Sir Leif Agalon. Not an intimidating bright, gleaming hut, filled with boots and an ear-splitting smell, nor yet a prickly, looming, depressing hut with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a knight-hut, and that means rest.
One day, after a troubling visit from the mermaid Guinevere Carnet, Sir Leif leaves his hut and sets out in search of three forceful javelins. A quest undertaken in the company of dragons, giants and hopeful goblins.
In the search for the mermaid-guarded javelins, Sir Leif Agalon surprises even himself with his diligence and skill as a cavalier.
During his travels, Sir Leif rescues a torch, an heirloom belonging to Guinevere. But when Guinevere refuses to try riding, their friendship is over.
However, Guinevere is wounded at the Battle of Scabbard Trench and the two reconcile just before Sir Leif engages in some serious riding.
Sir Leif accepts one of the three forceful javelins and returns home to his hut a very wealthy knight.
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A/N
So there's Leif Agalon who just so happens to be a knight exactly like I intended him to be. (Just kidding I went back and changed him from a demon to a knight. He didn't sound as cool as a demon).
Did anyone else notice that the first paragraph sounds like the first paragraph in the Hobbit?
Anyways, I hope I can write some more stuff soon. Bye. Love you. Luff you. Fluff you. Wait...what?
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The Llama is Bored
RandomSo I was bored today and I came across a plot-generator and wrote this story. Sorry that I haven't written anything else. I've just been waiting until summer when I won't have a mountain of homework blocking my bedroom door. So yeah. Llama.
