Fantasy Story:
Robin Foale,
15/5/2013
The rain
is heavy and lashes hard onto the tall figure that hurries out of the moonlit
woods and towards the ferry in the distance. He breathes heavily in the cold
air as his great sword, back pack and soaked clothing weigh him down further
into the thickening mud. His cloak surrounds his important heavy burden which
he holds tight with both of his large hands underneath his cloak. He stumbles
as his feet find the stone path at last and he is able to make the rest of the
journey with a much faster pace.
"Almost there..." he says with a tense low voice as he reaches the ferry. No one is in sight. "Damn it." he mutters as he stands at the floating transport.
Turning away from it he approaches the small stone house next to it. He proceeds to bang on the door with a heavy fist. "Ferry man! Ferry man! I am in need of your services tonight!" he cries out over the increasing storm.
He continues to slam his fist against the door with all his might for a good minute before he finally hears an unlocking and a large fat man with a long shaggy beard appears in the entrance way.
"Who goes there at this hour? Can't you see there are no more crossings today?" he grumbles as he wipes his beer stenched mouth."
"Please! It's an emergency! I need to cross tonight!" the soaked man says in desperation.
"I told you already, no more services ton..." the bearded man says trying to close the door, however the drenched man puts one of his large feet in the way of the door, stopping it from shutting as he leans in closer.
"If it's a matter of price I can pay you handsomely!" the tall man tries to negotiate.
It is then that the wind picks up and he can hear far in the distance the sound of dogs howling. This makes the man sweat and his heart race as his pleading eyes stare at the fat man.
"It's not a matter of price..."
"Then my sword then! Finest steel in all the land!" the man says turning to reveal the finely crafted great sword on his back.
"Sorry, but this weather would only make the travel life threatening. And I don't intend to risk my life or a customers."
The sound of the dogs pick up closely followed by the yelling of men.
"If you don't let me cross then a customer will die!" the man standing in the rain says assertively as he opens his cloak and reveals his burden.
Wrapped in a thick blanket lies a new born baby with dark hair and a small birth mark in the shape of a ram's head just below its neck. The birth mark that all members of the royal family are born with!
"Almost there..." he says with a tense low voice as he reaches the ferry. No one is in sight. "Damn it." he mutters as he stands at the floating transport.
Turning away from it he approaches the small stone house next to it. He proceeds to bang on the door with a heavy fist. "Ferry man! Ferry man! I am in need of your services tonight!" he cries out over the increasing storm.
He continues to slam his fist against the door with all his might for a good minute before he finally hears an unlocking and a large fat man with a long shaggy beard appears in the entrance way.
"Who goes there at this hour? Can't you see there are no more crossings today?" he grumbles as he wipes his beer stenched mouth."
"Please! It's an emergency! I need to cross tonight!" the soaked man says in desperation.
"I told you already, no more services ton..." the bearded man says trying to close the door, however the drenched man puts one of his large feet in the way of the door, stopping it from shutting as he leans in closer.
"If it's a matter of price I can pay you handsomely!" the tall man tries to negotiate.
It is then that the wind picks up and he can hear far in the distance the sound of dogs howling. This makes the man sweat and his heart race as his pleading eyes stare at the fat man.
"It's not a matter of price..."
"Then my sword then! Finest steel in all the land!" the man says turning to reveal the finely crafted great sword on his back.
"Sorry, but this weather would only make the travel life threatening. And I don't intend to risk my life or a customers."
The sound of the dogs pick up closely followed by the yelling of men.
"If you don't let me cross then a customer will die!" the man standing in the rain says assertively as he opens his cloak and reveals his burden.
Wrapped in a thick blanket lies a new born baby with dark hair and a small birth mark in the shape of a ram's head just below its neck. The birth mark that all members of the royal family are born with!
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