Long ago in
a faraway land their lived a— “Dad your hot dog is ready!”
“Okay son I
will be down in a minute I am trying to write a story.” As I was saying, long ago
in a faraway land there was A great kingdom where a noble king ruled over
the—“Dad your hot dog is getting cold!”
“Okay I will
come down in a moment.” Now back to the story, let’s see... where was I um…long ago,
no um…oh yes! A great kingdom where a noble king ruled over the land but that is not exactly
what the story is about because the story is about a young man named Horon Zaadin and it turns out that after three years of researching I figured out his
story and that I am his great great great… well um you get the picture. So, this
is how this story starts and it starts as most good stories should start, with
a sword fight.
Zing! The sword's tip just missed Alkon’s head but he blocked it
just in time, he side stepped and thrust his sword at his opponent, he dodged
it and sliced at Alkon’s shoulder. Alkon parried the attack and rolled to the side
and sliced his opponent’s left leg. Alkon stood up and said, “Nice practice Hez maybe
next time you will win!”
”Thank you Alkon, I will go home and practice
right now.” Alkon waved goodbye to his student Hez and then turned to look at
his son Horon who was still staring at the place where they had been fighting. “Horon
come on its time to go” he waited a few seconds until Horon’s head turned. “That was awesome!” said Horon. “Yes, it was fun but let’s go back home. I see smoke so mom must have started dinner."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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