Tumbleweed

I know it sounds a bit like the Unity of the Jewel Sisters. So I'm like, trying to make it NOT sound like it. Plus, check it out! Look at that gorgeous banner/book cover! Guess who made it......... ME! This is like, totally my first time. LOL <3

                                                                              Keeping the Faith; Sharing the love,

                                                                                         ~~Veronica

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Chapter One

[ This book is yours. Hold on and feel it's warmth ]

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"Grasping his sword with trembling hands, Prince William Drivoti of Tumbleweed stormed out of the castle and jump unto the saddle of his horse, he headed for the forest of knights. He ignored the warning signs displayed on the paths before the thicket.                                       

'Ridiculous welcoming signs. Full of warmth.' He muttered under his breath.

Before he could enter the forest, his knights surrounded him on the way. But only one armed man caught his attention.

'General Humpfort?'' The prince was speechless.

The royal general sighed. He wore his usual clothes or "uniform" as Humpfort prefer. With medals hanging on the side of his chest, he stood proud and alert.

'Ha! Prince of Tumbleweed. Didn't we ordered you that this forest is not to be trespassed, hmm? Your father will be disappointed if he hear this news.' Humpfort sneered, 'what will you have to say for yourself?'

Prince Will dismounted and suddenly drew his sword, pointing it on the general's chest. 'I say we fight. One on one.' He glanced at his back, viewing at the sight of his future kingdom. He had a feeling he would not see his kingdom and enjoy his privilege when King Harold Gunther Drivoti, his father, throw him in the dungeon.

The old man chuckled. He pulled out his sword and waved it in the air. 'You have some nerve challenging the greatest swordsman of all time. Fool!'

'Well, atleast I am not a Cretin like you.' The prince replied casually. He attacked suddenly and General Humpfort swiveled. His sword and the general's met. Blades slash —"

"I'll take that!" Madame Curtsile said as she snatched a page from Hailee's notebook.

"Hey! That's mine!" Hailee tried to grab her story. Too late, her English teacher crumbled it  without taking a single look on her and throwed it on a recycle bin.

"This is a school and we are having a discussion, Hailee Eleanor Trucewell." Madame Curtsile snapped with full force. "I expect you to listen. Now lend me your ears, girl."

Hailee gave her an evil smile, "Madame, I can't do that. It'll kill me! How can I listen to you when you have my ears and I'm half dead?"

The Whole class burst out laughing. Madame Curtsile's face flushed with anger. The color Magenta covered her face. Hailee loved it when she's turn into an interesting color.  Casually, she tied her reddish blond hair and grabbed her Literature text book. She glanced at her best friend Joanne, who sat behind her. She gave her a thumbs up and giggled. Again, Hailee shot Madame Curtsile a huge, blinding white smile that would probably blind her eyes permanently.