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The Kingdom
This is my first fable fan fiction in chater one it's kinda hard to see how this is a fable fan fiction but it will become more visable, this Is my first one so don't make fun of me! its called The Kingdom.
Chapter I
His name is Baxton, he is the king of Albion and he is laying on his death bed, Eldest son at hand. "Arbous, my son, for the throne you should not have to wait too long,
but before I leave for the heaven that is Karnak, where Avo rules. I am to tell you of my past, and of a man who helped me become what I am now . I wasn't born a king, I was chosen by the people of Albion.The man who helped me become what I am now was called Haakon, He was a hero of legend. I served in war with under his command. It was fifty-five years ago to this day, when we won the last battle against the Stormglad barbarians."
"Captain Baxton, are our lines ready yet?" asked Haakon. He spoke with a tone of
eagerness. "I want to get back to my family and my farm before the harvest!"
"General Haakon, sir! Our lines are ready and once these barbarians are defeated
you'll be home three weeks before the harvest!" I stated with a false humor, but I couldn't
have known what was to happen next.
"Has our emissary made it back with their surrender yet?" questioned Haakon.
Though I think he already knew the answer to that question."It's been nearly five hours.
I am going to have to send a battalion after him."
"Sir, look! Out there in the field!" I shouted, and with a quick look I knew the
barbarians were not going to surrender. "The emissary's horse-- It's--it's bloody."
The barbarian killed the emissary and used his blood to paint rune onto the horse
stateing they would not surrender.
"Damn it all!" Haakon spat. "These people should know when they are conquered!
Now we have to bloody our hands and paint the field red with their blood. Baxton, on me!"
"Yes sir, Haakon." I said, and then we were off to the barracks. Once inside we
went straight to the artillary sergant. "Arkon, get the catapults loaded, and the ballistae armed.
Have the catapults in range of the tree line." I ordered with a great deal of power.
"But sir, that will put our soldiers into friendly fire's way." argued Arckon, with concern.
"The range is fine, Arckon, we will be firing lit rounds at the tree line, before our soldiers
advance." said Haakon. "That is where the barbarians will most likly enter the field."
And with that statement a horn sounded. It was no Albion horn, it was them. The
barbarians had arrived. With Albion horns sounding a rush of soldiers were getting ammunition for the
archers, catapults, and ballitae. "Sir, we should get to the front, and start this battle so it may be finished."
I said with much eagerness.
"Aye, and to the front we shall go, to finally give the barbarians their defeat. This could of been much easier for the both of us, if they had surrendered." said Haakon with a hint of sarcasm. Then we were off to the front. Passing us were rushing soldiers, carrying the ammunition needed to give us the upper hand. We made it to the front, as the rushing came to a cease,wich meant, we were ready. "Many of you have fought with me in previous battles, and many of you have shed blood for your country, with this battle the war will end, and you can go home to your wives. As for me, in a months time I will be in my field, cutting grain, shucking corn, and gathering the pick of the crop, and if you find yourself in the fields of Karnak with the sun's warmth on your face, do not fear for your life, for you are already dead."said Haakon inspiringly, many in the ranks luaghed. "Now let this war end, let us bask in the comfort of home, LET US KISS OUR CHILDREN, LET US REST EASLY FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES!" and with that ending of the speechthere was a chorus of cheers, and praises. Many a man cried, and admit I had tears welling in the corner of mine. "Now we WILL end this war, and deliver the final blow. ARCHER, BOWS AT THE READY,DRAW BOWS, FIRE!" shouted Haakon. The archers loosed their arrows upon the barbarians ,and the battle started. As a rain of arow fell onto the barbarians they tried to hide in the dusk, after the third volley Haakon shouted "ARCHERS, FIRE AT WILL,CATAPULTS FIRE! bALLISTAE FIRE!" Fir fell from the skies burning the tree line and any barbariane caught in the chaos. "CEASE FIRE!" Haakon ordered. "NOW SOLDIERS, THE TIME HAS COME, PREPARE FOR THE END OF THE WAR, OR PREPARE FOR THE BRIGHTNESS OF KARNAK! CHARGE!"
The people of Albion charged down the field, running head on at the barbarians, I was among the first to reach them. As my blade sliced on ones back, i felt a surge of energy, rippling through my body. My blade then caught another enemy, slicing the back of the knee, then stabbing through his chest. Albion horns sounded and that meant that the people from artillary had been sent in. An axe caught my blade and the barbarian threw it fifteen feet. His axe then went for my chest but I caught it just barely. I struggled with the barbarian trying to gain control; I fought the axe away from him and cut his arm off at the shoulder. Only to have another barbarian stab me in the calf. I staggered and fell. The barbarians blade coming down to chop my skull in half. End of Chapter I
This is my first fable fan fiction in chater one it's kinda hard to see how this is a fable fan fiction but it will become more visable, this Is my first one so don't make fun of me! its called The Kingdom.
Chapter I
His name is Baxton, he is the king of Albion and he is laying on his death bed, Eldest son at hand. "Arbous, my son, for the throne you should not have to wait too long,
but before I leave for the heaven that is Karnak, where Avo rules. I am to tell you of my past, and of a man who helped me become what I am now . I wasn't born a king, I was chosen by the people of Albion.The man who helped me become what I am now was called Haakon, He was a hero of legend. I served in war with under his command. It was fifty-five years ago to this day, when we won the last battle against the Stormglad barbarians."
"Captain Baxton, are our lines ready yet?" asked Haakon. He spoke with a tone of
eagerness. "I want to get back to my family and my farm before the harvest!"
"General Haakon, sir! Our lines are ready and once these barbarians are defeated
you'll be home three weeks before the harvest!" I stated with a false humor, but I couldn't
have known what was to happen next.
"Has our emissary made it back with their surrender yet?" questioned Haakon.
Though I think he already knew the answer to that question."It's been nearly five hours.
I am going to have to send a battalion after him."
"Sir, look! Out there in the field!" I shouted, and with a quick look I knew the
barbarians were not going to surrender. "The emissary's horse-- It's--it's bloody."
The barbarian killed the emissary and used his blood to paint rune onto the horse
stateing they would not surrender.
"Damn it all!" Haakon spat. "These people should know when they are conquered!
Now we have to bloody our hands and paint the field red with their blood. Baxton, on me!"
"Yes sir, Haakon." I said, and then we were off to the barracks. Once inside we
went straight to the artillary sergant. "Arkon, get the catapults loaded, and the ballistae armed.
Have the catapults in range of the tree line." I ordered with a great deal of power.
"But sir, that will put our soldiers into friendly fire's way." argued Arckon, with concern.
"The range is fine, Arckon, we will be firing lit rounds at the tree line, before our soldiers
advance." said Haakon. "That is where the barbarians will most likly enter the field."
And with that statement a horn sounded. It was no Albion horn, it was them. The
barbarians had arrived. With Albion horns sounding a rush of soldiers were getting ammunition for the
archers, catapults, and ballitae. "Sir, we should get to the front, and start this battle so it may be finished."
I said with much eagerness.
"Aye, and to the front we shall go, to finally give the barbarians their defeat. This could of been much easier for the both of us, if they had surrendered." said Haakon with a hint of sarcasm. Then we were off to the front. Passing us were rushing soldiers, carrying the ammunition needed to give us the upper hand. We made it to the front, as the rushing came to a cease,wich meant, we were ready. "Many of you have fought with me in previous battles, and many of you have shed blood for your country, with this battle the war will end, and you can go home to your wives. As for me, in a months time I will be in my field, cutting grain, shucking corn, and gathering the pick of the crop, and if you find yourself in the fields of Karnak with the sun's warmth on your face, do not fear for your life, for you are already dead."said Haakon inspiringly, many in the ranks luaghed. "Now let this war end, let us bask in the comfort of home, LET US KISS OUR CHILDREN, LET US REST EASLY FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES!" and with that ending of the speechthere was a chorus of cheers, and praises. Many a man cried, and admit I had tears welling in the corner of mine. "Now we WILL end this war, and deliver the final blow. ARCHER, BOWS AT THE READY,DRAW BOWS, FIRE!" shouted Haakon. The archers loosed their arrows upon the barbarians ,and the battle started. As a rain of arow fell onto the barbarians they tried to hide in the dusk, after the third volley Haakon shouted "ARCHERS, FIRE AT WILL,CATAPULTS FIRE! bALLISTAE FIRE!" Fir fell from the skies burning the tree line and any barbariane caught in the chaos. "CEASE FIRE!" Haakon ordered. "NOW SOLDIERS, THE TIME HAS COME, PREPARE FOR THE END OF THE WAR, OR PREPARE FOR THE BRIGHTNESS OF KARNAK! CHARGE!"
The people of Albion charged down the field, running head on at the barbarians, I was among the first to reach them. As my blade sliced on ones back, i felt a surge of energy, rippling through my body. My blade then caught another enemy, slicing the back of the knee, then stabbing through his chest. Albion horns sounded and that meant that the people from artillary had been sent in. An axe caught my blade and the barbarian threw it fifteen feet. His axe then went for my chest but I caught it just barely. I struggled with the barbarian trying to gain control; I fought the axe away from him and cut his arm off at the shoulder. Only to have another barbarian stab me in the calf. I staggered and fell. The barbarians blade coming down to chop my skull in half. End of Chapter I