"I told you not to do anything to distract him and what do you do? You get into some stupid argument with each other and start yelling at the top of your lungs!" A burly, unshaven man yelled at three trembling men in the room, waving around his sword in the air like a crazed maniac in frustration. One of them spoke up in a feeble voice, "we're...we're s-sorry b-boss we didn't mean to distract him fr-from his work." "I-It won't happen again s-s-sir.", another barely squeaked. At the sight of his henchmen so completely terrified Halver softened a bit. Although he was a terrifying man at over six feet tall and one of the strongest and bravest warriors the known world had ever seen, Halver wasn't mean nor cruel. Yes, it had been those idiots fault for getting them into this mess, but they had been arguing over a reasonable thing; yet on the other hand he had given them direct orders to be as quiet as humanely possible.
This story is yet to be finished although I am unsure If I will continue it or not.
And I do not own the artwork.
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Where The Trees Turn Purple
Short StoryJust a miss-match assortment of short stories, descriptive writings, and more. Where The Trees Turn Purple is a work in progress and will be updated as often as I can with more little stories and ideas.
