King Barlick sat at his throne.
His coco colored fur was ruffled. "Send out a search party for him." the King said. "The prince must be found!" The King bellowed. The Guardsman kneeling before the King stood.
"Yes, your majesty." The red uniform the Guardsman wore illuminated the room. The armor giving even more of a shine.
Barton sat in the throne next to his father.
"If your brother can not be found, then you will be King."
Barton nodded. The King laid back in his phone. He scratched his scar. "Son, did I ever tell you of how I got this scar?" He asked. "No, father." Barton replied. "Well then, I think its time you knew."
The King cracked his knuckles.
"When I was, um.. lets see... when I was your age.. my father, King Replen, taught me how to fight. Once I was more older, and wiser.." The King chuckled. "He put me into the Guardsmen. I was taught even more and soon fought in wars. My father then decided to attack a small island. Far away from here. At the time, we had boats. We no longer do. Anyway, we conquered that land. Oh, I remember it so clearly. The falcons! All scattered and fighting back. Today, that island stands only with our kind on it." The King smiled.
Barton then closed his eyes.
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Dancing waters
General FictionIn Tra a terrible battle strikes, making the village weak and very vulnerable. The King then turns savage blocking out the Guardians causing even more havoc and breaking the chain with the Dstellers, the spiritual dancers. Eldstone is next in li...
