The Tale of Ogrim The Knight With a Heart

The Palace Halls

The Tale of Ogrim The Dung Defender

         Ogrim was a big boisterous bug, he stood clad in white armour from head to toe, a large furred coat underneath that hepled absorb blows and keep him warm in the coldest of nights.
His choice of weapon was balls of dung or dirt and his claws. He stood amongst those he once stood side by side, those he fought, learned, and laughed with, even the king o so pale and slight, those that he thought could never do something so vile. But let us  start at the beginning of the end my dear reader.
The king looked to his five and called them to his side, Ze’mir their leader telling them to fall in line and follow, they all did, grabbing their weapons and heading through the white palace. The palace was full of traps with overgrown thorns and bushes pushing every witch way as the palace guards headed around quickly chasing a child. The child bumped into Ogrim and he turned around and got on one knee for them picking her up with a hardy laugh. 

“Ha Ha small bug you sure are a lively one” He loudly pronounced as fear filled the guards eyes as the pale king held his head misery clinging behind him like a parasite as this small bug looked at ogrim with fear and the knight smiled down at them. He could see the fear and panic in her eyes. And then the other knights look to Ogrim watching his next move as Dryaa the fierce and tall bug stood with her nail slightly pulled from its sheath, But this mattered not to Ogrim who wiped the little spiders eyes and began to speak his voice loud and a smile on his face.

“Worry not little spider, you're plenty safe around these guards. Ha ha  I even helped train them myself!” he happily said laughing at putting them down and for the first time in her life the little spider smiled and spoke words of joy.

“okay, great knight...” she said and began to walk a cold tension in the air, heavy, and constricting. As ogrim looked over to his king sadly knowing something was wrong. Even though ogrim was big he was a child at heart and only a teen as he let out a low chuckle and walked over to Isma she was a bug from greenpath a place covered in grass and vegatiationthe floors covered in lethal searing acid. Ogrim walked behind her she was the one he trusted most for when he was at her lowest it was her that tought him how to survive in a world so crewl.