In the time of the dragons, the great land of Okyra suffered its greatest times. With evil spreading across the land at great speeds, it was only a matter of time that it reached our hero. Samwell, one of the King’s many sons, was definitely not the most talented, but had to be my favorite of the eclectic bunch. I can remember the first time I saw the young boy. “Where is our youngest brother,” the eldest brother James spoke. You see King Charles loved to gather all of his sons for sparring in the courtyard of his illustrious castle. There was James, of course, also there were Peter, and Arthur. The second and third oldest respectively. “Find HIM NOW!, James Yelled again. Then I saw him, for the first time running up the giant hill that leads to the castle.
“Samwell at your service”, Sam said breathing heavily. “You’re late Bastard” the eldest spoke with a grin on his face. James never liked Sam because of his mother. She was a member of the “oldest Profession”. The banter between the diverse brothers was very amusing and sometimes cruel. James always had it in for Samwell, Peter and Arthur just added on to try and get on the good side of James. After the many knee-slappers, the King finally emerged from his personal quarters.
“Boys its time to start your training and Sparring,” he shouted from above. Now the King was a seasoned War Hero, who helped liberate all of North Okyra from “The Barbarian” and his army of bloodthirsty degenerates. The natives referred to this as the Great War of 1050. That war kept me busy. King James wasn’t only known for his Talents with sword, he was the most hansom in the land. With a wink of his eye, he could have any lady in his quarters. The few women who would refuse his lust, would suspiciously end up missing and later found beaten and battered washed up in the Red River, appropriately named.
Now Sam never liked to duel with his brothers , so when they were forced to spar with one another, he would always choose to fight Arthur. Arthur didn’t like to fight either, he was an aspiring carpenter. “Come on Sam, Lets get this over with,” Arthur said. They each picked up their wooden swords and began to swing at each other. I always hated watching them fight, so repulsive. I liked blood myself, but thats just me. Don’t think I’m weird or anything, its just in my job description. As the day grew old and dark, the boys went back to there homes and cottages. Sam had gone back to his Grandpa’s hut, while the other boys were asked by the King himself to stay in the cozy and lavish castle. Samwell never complained about this, in fact he enjoyed staying with his aging Grandfather. I would watch them play Ubi Ubi, an idiotic but popular card game. Anyway, the next day was a little more eventful.....
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