Forgotten Warrior
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Hi all, I am a aspiring writer so I would like some feedback on my short stories.....cheers!!
The stories are set in a land known as Nygard, which is ruled by 4 kings; the King of the North, King of the South, King of the East and King of the West. While 4 kings live the world is at peace, however should a king fall then the shadows of chaos shall consume the world.
Prologue - The Fall of Hope
Leopold gazed around his throne room, the many treasures he had won in his long life displayed as a testament to his glory. He felt reassured by the memories of his triumphs, at least he would be remembered even when his bones were dust......he shivered despite his pride. The shadowy warrior stud over him, the ornate armour he wore emblazened with images of dark creatures from a forgotten time and his cold eyes burning with inner fire. The old king rubbed his gnarled hands and fought to keep himself calm, he knew this day would come, but the thought of what his death would herald soread fear throughout his mind.
"Are you ready my king?" said the armoured warrior, the sword he held bearly a hairs lenght from the kings pale neck.
"I have seen my death for 50 years, it is time" replied Leopold as he removed his crown and placed it upon his throne.
"Then there is nothing more to say" whispered the warrior and with one blinding speed he brought his balde down. The last thing Leopold saw was a vision of the future awaiting his people and the one warrior who could save them all.
The stories are set in a land known as Nygard, which is ruled by 4 kings; the King of the North, King of the South, King of the East and King of the West. While 4 kings live the world is at peace, however should a king fall then the shadows of chaos shall consume the world.
Prologue - The Fall of Hope
Leopold gazed around his throne room, the many treasures he had won in his long life displayed as a testament to his glory. He felt reassured by the memories of his triumphs, at least he would be remembered even when his bones were dust......he shivered despite his pride. The shadowy warrior stud over him, the ornate armour he wore emblazened with images of dark creatures from a forgotten time and his cold eyes burning with inner fire. The old king rubbed his gnarled hands and fought to keep himself calm, he knew this day would come, but the thought of what his death would herald soread fear throughout his mind.
"Are you ready my king?" said the armoured warrior, the sword he held bearly a hairs lenght from the kings pale neck.
"I have seen my death for 50 years, it is time" replied Leopold as he removed his crown and placed it upon his throne.
"Then there is nothing more to say" whispered the warrior and with one blinding speed he brought his balde down. The last thing Leopold saw was a vision of the future awaiting his people and the one warrior who could save them all.