thewinterknight
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I wrote this story when I was going through an angsty time, definetely not for kids, reviews and criticism are appreciated
Every one thousand years a hero of epic measurements shall rise and unleash Judgement onto the world clogged with strife and mischief.
Welcome to a tale of sorrow and hatred and love.
THE WINTER KNIGHT
There was a boy born without a father, the mother later was hanged due to her being a witch, the boy
being a solo child was adopted by a family who abused this boy everyday for 7 years because of his birth.
I am Vlad. I know this to be true. I am alone in this sad world, no one loves me, and I am to be hated never to be pitied nor comforted. I accept this; I shall get my revenge. But how? Through my powers, of course, you see I can control wind, ice, and water, all of those, which make up the season winter. Yet another reason why I am scorned, I love the winter yet hate summer with a passion. I stand tall at 17 hands while boys my age are only 12 hands tall.
They gang up on me, the cowards. I am unable to beat them back or I get punished by my foster parents who remind me of my origin. My skin is pale in contrast to my hair that is so black it seems to absorb light.
As I took the cup to parch my throat, I thought about the Prophet who sacrificed himself to save us all from the Creator's wrath, stupid fool, there is nothing worth saving in this world.
Two weeks later. I shall set my plans into motion tonight, such a pity, the sun is so beautiful with radiance shining on the shacks that infects the countryside, the cows and the chicken swarm around me. Funny, I only feel at peace with those beasts but they are further more nobles than those swine that I live with. Speaking of my foster family, I shall kill them and flee this accursed place that is named Captherus. Hmmm, I forget myself; Captherus was the Imperial General of the Kingdom of Calleach, who fought off 200 orcs for 7 days and 7 nights. A man I can look up to, a pity he is bedridden with some stupid problem or something. I hope to see his most coveted weapon the Cabalog. A greatsword 7 feet long and 4 hands thick with a handle of 4 feet and over 100 pounds dipped into dragon blood, Exciting isn't it? My goal is to see this weapon which the orcs fear with a bloody passion. As the sun sets onto the plagued countryside, I quickly give an affection pat on one of the cow's nose, I catch myself, and I cannot afford to get too involved with those creatures. Ah what the hell, I won't be here tomorrow.
"DAMMIT IT BOY! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" my so-called father screamed. He reeked of sex and alcohol, disgusting me in the procedure as I replied "Out in the fields, plowing for you, sir." I braced myself as Trea; my father hit me twice, throwing me to the ground. I see a bug crawling away. I pity it to live with such a wretched family. I stood up as my fake mother Uath, Ye Creator, why did you make such an ugly woman such as this. I forced my self not to stare at her hideous features with a hooking nose, bulbous eyes, drooping skin, saggy breasts and patches of the plague upon her skin. I tried to suppress my disgust of her. As the imps came in they all spat upon me Yeanm, Ceayt, Iris, Mabb. "May I go to the attic, punish me for my insolence, dear mother?" I inquired bitterly. "Do whatever you want, demon-spawn." I flinched at that word 'demon-spawn'. I won’t trade my powers for love, ever, as long as I live I vow this. I also remind myself to never marry one woman, no matter how beautiful she is. All women are essentially tricksters at heart. I went to the attic, prepared myself for the drain on my body the powers that I will use. Didn't I explain it? In the world of Keveant, a small percentage of the humans that dwells upon the planet have different types of power some ranging from cloning to my powers to death. Those people are generally feared by many. Yet the Kingdom finds them jobs and in exchange they protect the kingdom from attacks. I understand my power is unusually strong for one my age.
Let me explain my powers. First, I can heal from any types of injuries even death if there is enough water around me; my body automatically shifts the water into organs and muscles for me to survive. Secondly I can form ice from air or water; the shape depends on my concretion and the avaiblity of water in the area. I can choke a person or skewer a person outright. Yet my greatest power is also my greatest weakness. I am vulnerable to heat, earth, metals. I can use my powers to create an icy armor that can defy any dragon's claws but it taxes me greatly and it needs to be done in stages of intolerable length. Wind, I use to move objects quickly and to fly sometimes but mostly to lift me for a devastating slam. I also can use the wind to suffocate an unsuspecting fool to death, or to combine my mastery over ice and wind to freeze one of those fools to death. Naturally I trained when I was sure I was alone without any prying eyes upon me. As the children goes to sleep, I get up and walk down the creaking stairs ever like a wraith. I finally see those parents that I was cursed to live with, disgust immediately overcame me. There in front of me, they were making love! Determined, I placed my palms on the ground and willed the ice to slowly encircle the lovers. Once the circle was complete, I was shaking with rage and joy, grinning like mad, I whispered ‘Icy Tomb’. If Trea and Uath had been paying attention, they would have noticed the water that now enveloped them. As I turned the water into ice, the bodies were imploded and the ice ran red with glorious blood. As I used the water left over to rapidly cleanse the house, I decided to kill the little brats. After all, they weren’t never nice to me at all.
Every one thousand years a hero of epic measurements shall rise and unleash Judgement onto the world clogged with strife and mischief.
Welcome to a tale of sorrow and hatred and love.
THE WINTER KNIGHT
There was a boy born without a father, the mother later was hanged due to her being a witch, the boy
being a solo child was adopted by a family who abused this boy everyday for 7 years because of his birth.
I am Vlad. I know this to be true. I am alone in this sad world, no one loves me, and I am to be hated never to be pitied nor comforted. I accept this; I shall get my revenge. But how? Through my powers, of course, you see I can control wind, ice, and water, all of those, which make up the season winter. Yet another reason why I am scorned, I love the winter yet hate summer with a passion. I stand tall at 17 hands while boys my age are only 12 hands tall.
They gang up on me, the cowards. I am unable to beat them back or I get punished by my foster parents who remind me of my origin. My skin is pale in contrast to my hair that is so black it seems to absorb light.
As I took the cup to parch my throat, I thought about the Prophet who sacrificed himself to save us all from the Creator's wrath, stupid fool, there is nothing worth saving in this world.
Two weeks later. I shall set my plans into motion tonight, such a pity, the sun is so beautiful with radiance shining on the shacks that infects the countryside, the cows and the chicken swarm around me. Funny, I only feel at peace with those beasts but they are further more nobles than those swine that I live with. Speaking of my foster family, I shall kill them and flee this accursed place that is named Captherus. Hmmm, I forget myself; Captherus was the Imperial General of the Kingdom of Calleach, who fought off 200 orcs for 7 days and 7 nights. A man I can look up to, a pity he is bedridden with some stupid problem or something. I hope to see his most coveted weapon the Cabalog. A greatsword 7 feet long and 4 hands thick with a handle of 4 feet and over 100 pounds dipped into dragon blood, Exciting isn't it? My goal is to see this weapon which the orcs fear with a bloody passion. As the sun sets onto the plagued countryside, I quickly give an affection pat on one of the cow's nose, I catch myself, and I cannot afford to get too involved with those creatures. Ah what the hell, I won't be here tomorrow.
"DAMMIT IT BOY! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!" my so-called father screamed. He reeked of sex and alcohol, disgusting me in the procedure as I replied "Out in the fields, plowing for you, sir." I braced myself as Trea; my father hit me twice, throwing me to the ground. I see a bug crawling away. I pity it to live with such a wretched family. I stood up as my fake mother Uath, Ye Creator, why did you make such an ugly woman such as this. I forced my self not to stare at her hideous features with a hooking nose, bulbous eyes, drooping skin, saggy breasts and patches of the plague upon her skin. I tried to suppress my disgust of her. As the imps came in they all spat upon me Yeanm, Ceayt, Iris, Mabb. "May I go to the attic, punish me for my insolence, dear mother?" I inquired bitterly. "Do whatever you want, demon-spawn." I flinched at that word 'demon-spawn'. I won’t trade my powers for love, ever, as long as I live I vow this. I also remind myself to never marry one woman, no matter how beautiful she is. All women are essentially tricksters at heart. I went to the attic, prepared myself for the drain on my body the powers that I will use. Didn't I explain it? In the world of Keveant, a small percentage of the humans that dwells upon the planet have different types of power some ranging from cloning to my powers to death. Those people are generally feared by many. Yet the Kingdom finds them jobs and in exchange they protect the kingdom from attacks. I understand my power is unusually strong for one my age.
Let me explain my powers. First, I can heal from any types of injuries even death if there is enough water around me; my body automatically shifts the water into organs and muscles for me to survive. Secondly I can form ice from air or water; the shape depends on my concretion and the avaiblity of water in the area. I can choke a person or skewer a person outright. Yet my greatest power is also my greatest weakness. I am vulnerable to heat, earth, metals. I can use my powers to create an icy armor that can defy any dragon's claws but it taxes me greatly and it needs to be done in stages of intolerable length. Wind, I use to move objects quickly and to fly sometimes but mostly to lift me for a devastating slam. I also can use the wind to suffocate an unsuspecting fool to death, or to combine my mastery over ice and wind to freeze one of those fools to death. Naturally I trained when I was sure I was alone without any prying eyes upon me. As the children goes to sleep, I get up and walk down the creaking stairs ever like a wraith. I finally see those parents that I was cursed to live with, disgust immediately overcame me. There in front of me, they were making love! Determined, I placed my palms on the ground and willed the ice to slowly encircle the lovers. Once the circle was complete, I was shaking with rage and joy, grinning like mad, I whispered ‘Icy Tomb’. If Trea and Uath had been paying attention, they would have noticed the water that now enveloped them. As I turned the water into ice, the bodies were imploded and the ice ran red with glorious blood. As I used the water left over to rapidly cleanse the house, I decided to kill the little brats. After all, they weren’t never nice to me at all.
