This is a version of Apherium of Exile, from the view of a soldier who is fighting him. Prologue : A deathly sighting It was Monday when they saw it. The villagers of nearby Lorcot. The Fishermen saw it first, and they screamed. They ran into the castle, 100's of them. Each was screaming, the court physichian Kialmo had never seen anything as shocking. A little girl ran up to him, screaming. He asked her what was wrong. She was the only sane one there. The other villagers could not speak, whatever they saw must have threw them into shock. "We... saw an Isle... Shrouded in a green mist... It spoke, tempting me to come closer. Some villagers, they drowned, unable to resist the temptation of the voices coming from the Isle. Then, i saw it. Standing on a wooden deck of the Isle, was a skeleton figure. He had no eyes, just a skull, with long, withered white hair and a sliver crown on his head. He was clothed in white robes and had a silver sword in hand. He was watching us. The sight turned us all mad with fear for our lives. And then, he laughed. It was so sinister, almost uncomprehensible. And spirits came, dark spirits, chased us all off." She cried. "Kialmo, what is the meaning of this appearance of the villagers at such an hour!" Arthur, king of Niscalos, the mightiest kingdom there ever was, asked. "They have seen an isle, my lord. An evil figure has been seen on this isle, and it whispered to them. Dark spirits have also attacked Lorcot." "What in the name of? Are you sure? Not just a barbarian attack?" "No my Lord." "Then what in name is it?" "I do not know my Lord. If i know i will tell you immediately. I must tend to the people first though." "Yes, Kialmo." Arthur said. Kialmo bowed and Arthur walked away. Chapter 1 : Exile It had been a long night for Kialmo. Every last man, woman and child was in shock. The little girl who he had talked to earlier had fleed the castle in her sleep. Some had also tried to do so. At mid-day Arthur was having a banquet for the saving of the people, and to Kialmo's hard work. He sat at the large table, with whole chickens and deer around on huge silver plates. Grapes sat in a cup, and wine was filled to the brim of Kialmo's chalice. "Any news, Kialmo?" Arthur asked, tucking into a Deer leg. "Yes, sir." "Honestly? And so soon?" "Quite, my lord." "Go ahead. What is the cause of this... sighting?" "I believe that Apherium of Exile is re-awakening." "Who?" Arthur laughed, nearly spitting out the food in his mouth. "This is no laughing matter, my lord. Apherium of Exile was an ancient and powerful king who practiced magic. He managed to be overthrown by your great-grandfather, and was exiled on an ancient isle, the isle of the blessed. He laid there, defeated, for five-hundred years, sitting on a rusted thrown. Yet on his lasy day as king he cursed your great grandfather and said," "One day, Wescolas, i will return to your land, with an army of the undead to take your throne. And i will return from my exile, and rule for eternity." "It seems that he was right. The Isle of the Blessed was a dark place, and it seems Apherium is growing in power, casting powerful undead spirits over your kingdom. And soon, he will be able to break free of the death seal and return to the kingdom forever." "How do you know this, Kialmo?" "Because, my lord, they whispered "Apherium, he returns," in there sleep... Suddenly, the court doors barged open. The wounded villagers all barged in, screaming, shouting "Apherium's exile is ending! Soon he will return to his throne with a court of never-ending dark spirits!" The Court looked at the villagers. There eyes were just black pupils. Then, one stepled forward. His voice was very deep, dark and menacing. "Arthur, i have come for my throne. Do not try to resist, my power is beyond your pityful attempts." "You will not have the throne, foul undead beast!" Arthur cried valiantly. "Haha, i admire your courage, mortal. Your great-grandfather had that quality, too. Then he exiled me to this... dark, twisted isle. But i grew strong, waiting in that throne for five-hundred years has made my hatred grow powerful, and my magic grows too! Soon, my spirits will break the seal and i shall reign again!" "I, Kialmo of Niscalos, banish you from this form to return to your own!" Kialmo cried. "This is your last warning, Arthur. Surrender or face my army. You have until dawn to decide. The seal will be broken by then." The body inhabiting Apherium dropped down to the floor, and Kialmo checked his pulse. He was dead. The first blood of a new war. "What do we do my Lord? Apherium's forces are far too malovently powerful." "We fight, Kialmo. Prepare the army. At night-fall we ride to this deathly floating isle." ( Part 1 finished! I hope you liked it! Please comment )
There are a few minor fixes to be made. Other than that, it's an interesting take on the ebs, although the eb idea is a little overused.
Chapter 2 : A ride at dusk Arthur's men and himself saddled up their horses, and made the final few preparations for the ride. "Galifrey, are the men ready?" "Yes, my lord." "Then we ride! Tell them to follow my lead, we head for the floating isle of the blessed near Lorcot!" Arthur cried, and his horse rode ahead, with two soldiers guarding their king on horse. "Men." Galifrey cried. "We ride to Lorcot, and in the name of mighty Arthur, is everyone ready?" "Yes!" They shouted. "Then let us ride!" Galifrey screamed! The army rode off into the sunset. The journey was short to Lorcot, with the mighty army crossing only the plains of Asreguard. Yet before dusk had come, they had reached Lorcot. "Men, leave your horses side! Search the area for anything that is or could be dangerous." "Yes sir!" The men cried, getting off their horses and searching the village, swords drawn. Then, Arthur heard it almost immediately after the soldiers left their horses. "Young one, you meet your fate." The voice belonged to Apherium, and Arthur looked around to see where he was. "I am not here yet, fool. You have pursued my wrath in this journey, and this journey shall be your last." He said in a ghostly voice. The voice was gone, and Arthur turned to see dark, almost shapeless things hovering from shadow to shadow. He screamed, "Men, look out!" The men had realised what was here too late, and then the dark spirits shout out of the shadows, knocking stalls, objects down. One soldier clumsily tried to hit the spirit with his fist, but it went straight through him, leaving his body dead on the floor. Arthur ducked, a spirit narrowly missing his head, and slashed at another one with his sword, the ghostly crearure disintergrating. Galifrey too was holding the spirits off, until a spirit bashed into Arthurs shield. Arthur fell back, dropping his sword and shield. He had fell on something sharp, glass? Blood emanated from his back, and with no time to recover, Arthur was defenseless. Yet, another dark spirit came from behind a house, searching for an enemy, and then headed straight for Arthur's chest...
somebody has to say it. attempting to write lame ass stories using kaw lore as the basis is not just retarded but isn't unique at all. you aren't the only one to try and write dumb fiction on the subject. you fail like they did