The Last Fydaain. (STORY, CHAPTER 2/45.)

The cold steel shined like death in the cold moonlight.
Cracked bottles, dead bodies, and arrows scattered the ground.
The townsfolk wept silently as Sargaaun's Warriors patrolled the
small little village, knocking over weapon racks, destroying houses,
and terrorizing surviving townsfolk like ragdolls. Unknowingly,
a small boy sat in the tavern, upstairs, alone. He kept his shrill
screams and muttering noises silent. He was infuriated by the
fact that these soldiers are raiding the town. Soon enough, the boy
will escape the damned tavern, and soon trail on his own, in the
enormous world, known as... Gielinor.
When the soldiers left that morning, the boy took left-over weapons,
some of which pierced into the ground, a bottle of brandy, and
some rations such as crackers, bread, and celery. He started
his journey... by foot.The young boy travelled miles before stopped just to rest,
since he was exhausted. He heard rustling in the trees, a frighting
tingle went down his spine, and a very large egg thwumped right onto
the grassy, mossy earthen floor. The boy jumped with suprise and
inspected the egg. The boy has seen a book about this certain egg
and animal, just he never did know what is was. He was thinking that
it could have been an overweight eagle, or hawk. But he was wrong.
A large little chick cracked through the egg, beak-first, and he
recognized the strange animal. "A griffyn!", exclaimed the boy with
great happiness. "Maybe I won't be alone on my journey anymore!"
The little bird chirped with excitement and hopped onto the boy's
shoulder, the chick's talons cut deep into the boy's arm,blood dripped down
his sleeve of his cloth shirt, he yelped
with pain, though, he didn't seem to mind very much.
"I shall name you, Al, after my great father!" said the boy. Al
chirped with happiness, and him and the bird sat on some soft moss,
and soon drifted to sleep.A couple of hours soon passed by, and the boy
and Al soon broke out of their sleep. His talon injury looked as
if as it gotten better, but it was strange to the boy because
he only slept for about four hours. The boy let out a loud, hearty
yawn, and rubbed his eyes softly. He picked up Al, and put him on his
other shoulder. "Alright Al, we should get into a new town, I'm
starved!" retorted the boy to his bird. They started their long walk,
happy chirps and muttered talk filled the air as they walked.
He soon reached the town, so extremly exhausted he can't stand, and
the little griffyn seemed quite tired, as well. He soon realized,
that he had no money to check into a tavern to rest for the night,
so, he got comfortable in a small alley. It smelled of old mutton and
rotten eggs, but he didn't mind. Before he drifted off to sleep... he
heard a crash, and a strange shrill voice say "Ye' better give me
whatche' got, peasant!" The boy was afraid, so did the poor woman
in this tumble with the mugger. The boy sifted quickly around in his
leather sack and found a rusty old dagger. Thinking of what it can do,
he ran to the mugger and screamed, "Leave her alone!", in his most
heroic voice he can do. "Whatche' gunna do about te?", remarked the
strange mugger. The boy yelled and swung that small dagger with all
of his might, and the dagger got lodged right in his kneecap. "AAAARGH!",
yelped the mugger in peril and pain. The mugger soon crawled away,
sobbing with pain. "Thank you.", the woman said in a beautiful voice.
"I owe you direly," she said. "May I have some gold to stay
in the tavern for the night?" said the boy. "Certainly!", said the
woman with happiness. She seem proud she didn't have to give
all her gold for armour or new clothes, it seemed to him.
She handed him fifty gold, which was fourty over what he needed. He
entered the tavern, and the jolly old tavern-keeper bellowed,
"Hello boy, do you need anything?". "One night please, and he handed
the man ten gold pieces. "HAR HAR HAR," laughed the man. "Where's your
mother and father?", he bellowed. A tear started to form in the boy's
eye, just he managed to hold it back. The man frowned. "I heard about
that terrible tragedy, te' other day, you can stay for as long as
you please," he said, handed back his ten pieces he earlier gave him.
The little bird launched right out of his napsack like a bomb
detonating. "Oh, ho,ho, a griffyn!" laughed the man. "Well, I should
leave you alone know, very beautiful bird, and have a very nice
sleep!", he said. The boy and Al climbed up the stairs, and wrapped
the blankets right around him, just the way his mother used to.
And finally, they drifted off to sleep.
The boy woke up, replenished, and walked downstairs.
The keeper waved hello, and the boy smiled back. His next stop was the
village training hall. He opened the large doors and the porticullus
opened quickly, and he walked right in. The knights and training
soldiers laughed so hard, one fell to the floor, crying with laughter.
"What do we have here, a little want-to-be-knight?" laughingly said
the guildmaster. "I need to fight back against Sargaaun's warriors,"
he said seriously. "They killed my loving parents." The laughter
seized. The guildmaster changed his happy expression to a more serious
one. "Y-you survived?!", he said. "Out of the hundred men and
women who lived there, YOU?!", he screamed. "You are a lucky little
feller', and I'll be happy to train you!" he bellowed. The boy started
his training, very quickly.
Ten years later, the boy was now about twenty, Al, very
large and stronger, the boy, now a man, was powerful, and covered
in cold-iron head to toe. "Stab! Lunge! Quick Slash!", screamed the
guildmaster. "Good work!". The boy forgot his name, but now, he has
been called, Azare, after the town's greatest hero. Azare, now older
and more powerful, walked around the town freely, doing whatever he
pleases, drinking beer and laughing with the men at bar tables.
Just like a man then, but he was hidden from a very powerful secret.
"Azare, front and CEENTTER!", bellowed the guildmaster. You are one
of my great soldiers, who shall be knighted today." Azare squealed with
great excitement. "Did you hear that, Al? We're going to be knighted
today!" he happily said. His squire soon strapped up his sword, and put
his armour on, Azare thanked his squire, and soon left for the castle.
Soon enough, he arrived to the castle, extremly excited, and walked right
in, archers and guards saying "hello", and "good day, Sir Knight!"
Azare was happy, because nobody has ever acted so nice to him.
The king was in purple, kingly robes, and bellowed "Hello, good knight,
are you ready to be knighted into KnightHood?". Azare squealed. The crowd
was watching him, court jesters were put at a halt. "Yes.", Azare
said calmly, catching his breath with every minute he had.
The king drew his sword from the diamond and leather scabbard, and
slowly tapped Azare's shoulders and reciting an ancient knight
poem. After that, Azare left to get a shot of beer. He's never
been so thrilled in his life. But he had to move his journey... to a
new place.
The day after that, Azare said his goodbye's to his friends
and people he's been close to in his time there. He promised he shall
be back, and Al whimpered a bird-like noise of sadness, and Azare
hopped onto Al's back, and flew away. Higher and higher, the civilians
seemed like ants. A tear flew from his eye. And he flew, higher and higher,
away to a new land, which meant
new people, new friends, and a large quest and opportunity.


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If you like it, I'll make more!

make more...lots more

more plox

Haven't read yet. I will though.

Then read it, Lizzy.

make more

I will read it once I get enough time to. Been super busy lately

And submit it to fictionpress.com if you haven't already, people there will give feedback.

Just read it; it's pretty good. You spelled extremely wrong, and a lot of the information isn't true(ex: you only get a squire AFTER you're knighted and so on) but other than that it was OK. Out of 10 I'd give it a 6 or a 7.

more!!!! i need somthing to read

i read it. its great so far. 45 chapters? sure you can pull that off?

so you gonna continue this or what? you got 43 more chapters to go.

Don't rush him >.>

lol. last chapter was the 26th of last month.

more moar morrrr

What is this? Some story or something? Just curious.

no, it doesn't say it's a story in the title. and the extremely long first post with chapters definitely isn't a story either. (sarcasm)

Ok, sorry, I wasn't sure.