It was pouring out all most like hail, but this still did not douse out the flames burning in the large kingdom. And in this burning kingdom there was a fair, kind, loyal, and heart broken king. He had been trying to douse the flames but didn't succeed as he watched his kingdom burn as well as his wife with it. It wasn't to hard to spot the large wolf like monster roaring flames of its furry on the kings wizards and knights. Innocent people lay motionless on the floor. DEAD. The king knew he had to do it for the kingdom. The king forced himself to turn away from the window. He made his way to the weapon room and grabbed a sword. He sat down when he finally made it to the queens chambers.
The room was decorated with gold thread and red velvet cloth. He sat down on her bed and started whispering words his lips barley moving but still, he stood up proud of his new work the blade was shining with a new kind of magic glint reflecting off of it. The hilt was blood red with a strange yellow and orange ribbon tide to where the blade and hilt met, it had some words sewed into it. They were the same words the king had whispered. He stood up and then walked outside to the courtyard where the monster was rampaging.
Nobody seemed to see him as he walked closer and closer until he was face to face with the beasts foot. The king was now carrying a spear, he threw the spear at the beast. A little shining of sweat trickled down the kings neck as he threw it. The spear hit the beasts throat and it fell to the ground. As it did the king fallowed. Everyone else was motionless the sad king had saved his kingdom but sadly he did not have the power to save the future generation. For every time there is good there still must be bad.
