Introduction
Dear reader lets go back hundreds of years of go. Back where people fought their battles with metals, and their was no shortage of brave men and evil. There was castles and dragons, and everything when you think about medieval times. At this time there was a lot of fights with friends, called willuki. And there was war every where. Right now there was a 16 year old guard, with fetal attempts to make poetry.
I like light
I like apples
I like to get of this life,
full of assholes
Aww!!! This stupid, I should be out there helping with the fight, not here guarding and making poems. I am destined for greatness, no matter how many people laughed in my face about it.
Aww! There comes Anna Head Cleaver(her real last name is Hergowrath, but say that to her during battle, she will kill you)"Gill, come to dinner, you earned it by doing Jargon's share." Anna said."Don't call me gill, my name is Noah" I cried."Oh yah, then what's your battle name?"She said with a smirk.She had me beat there. Your honor was based on your battle name, and that was impossible for me to get because they never let me go to battle. Some people go for there whole life without a named."Not like you give me a chance" I sneer. then I walk away. all she gives me then is a pitying look.
I go in the hall and it was full of heroes that came from battle. Wait why is jargon on the seat of names? Shoot, he got his Battle Name. I see him on the chair, swigging the best ale and singing about his glory.
"here is the great Jargon of Blood
only the blood he slices out of his enemies
can kill him by
drowning...."
I try to slip thru and get some food, but Jargon, Oh wait Jargon the blood called me out. He shouldn't have done that. All he is doing is embarrassing me by that because he is 3 years younger and already more successful in battle. Also he also is 3 years older and that ale isn't help make decisions.
"Hey Gill come here" he said drunkenly
"Okay"
"Okay?"
"Yah, okay. what wrong with that"
" Its 'Okay sir Jargon' "I grit my teeth. For any other guy, on any day, I would box him on the hears. But this is Jargon, On the day of his battle name.
"Okay sir Jargon"
" That good""I am sincerely happy for you Jargon sir. May I eat dinner"
"After you bow to me"
"WHAT!!! I only bow to the king!"
"Are you defining me?"
"Worse, I challenge you to a Willuki"He went frothing in the mouth in irritation of the battle invitation.
"You think me and you are equals!?!"
grabbed his mace and smashed the table. his eyes were bulging.
"Yah!" I was in a fix here. I did not know which weapon to get. I settled with my flail. He charged at me so I thought about doing the triple headed viper strike.
When he almost got to me, I roll to the side I hit him in the leg and he fell. he tried to slash me with his sword, but the I already was swinging at his hilt and I hit the hilt out of his hand.
I walk back to my hut with my dog sadie, and then I eat the rest of my dinner.
