Two shadows clashed swords infront of the crest of Guardia. One was the final soldier in Guardia's military the other was the immortal king Dalton. Dalton slew his opponent, sheathed his sword and left the castle. He had done it, he personally killed the last soldier in Guardia's military and ended it's thousand year reign. He burst into manical laughter. He was now king and as such he deserved a proper weapon.
Dalton: Ahhh there it is...
He reaches foward nad grabs the Masamune and pulls it out of the ground
Dalton: I must say old man Melchior that is some fine craftsmanship. A sword fitting a king.
Dalton turns around and walks off.
Dalton: My dear and loyal soldiers. You have all felt well, Guardia has fallen and now the kingdom is ours.
Dalton chuckles as he spreads his arms.
Dalton: From the ashes of the old kingdom we shall build a new empire, one that will last for all eternity. The immortal reign of Porre, with our technology nothing will stop us. With our power none can stop us, none will be capabel of destroying us.
Dalton laughs as he reenters the castle... his castle.
Dalton: It's time we begin rebuilding and time we begin spreading our technology.
Dalton sheathed the Masamune and sat on the throne of Guardia.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.18 seconds at 3:35pm on Apr 29, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author