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A new intrest The horse, black as the night with silver and tin armor decorating its body, pranced up to the main gate of the castle of Arconian. Sentrys looked down with arrows in bows aimed at the stranger atop this horse. The stranger was dressed in a torn brillant red cloak, and knee high boots. A knights helmet was hiding his identity and making the bowmen nervous. A cheap sword hung at his side in a scabbard made of torn leather.
*You may enter, the queen is expecting you.* A sentry called out. And with a wave of his hand the huge gates began to creak open.
The horse pranced through to an open arena where two knights, huge but dressed in dark armour, came behind the horse, then two more on its left and the same on the right. A woman in tight black cloth came to stand up front, the head sentry accomped her.
*Papers please,* the woman sighed. Apperantly this was a routine process. This man was a reporter from a faraway country here to do a story on the queen.
The stranger handed her a leather binder with several papers packed neatly inside.
*Hmmm... well it apears everything here is in order, if you could please step off your horse and surender your weapon,* she ordered.
Stiffly, as not sure as to do as she ordered or make a run for it, the stranger leaps from his horse and lands feet flat his hand on his hilt. Before the guards could so much as move the stranger draws his weapon throws it up in the air and catches it by the blade, holding the handle to the woman. The two guards in the back had drawn their swords and cautiosily reshealthed their weapons.
With a wave of her hand the lady summomed two of the guards from each side to search the man, *After this I shall escort you to your aduiance with The Queen.* One of the guards pulled a dagger from the man's cloak and looked at the woman. With raised eyebrows she dismissed it with yet another wave of her hand. The gaurds bowed and all left except for one, who in turn began to lead the strangers horse to the stalls.
All in one motion the stranger spun the woman to the ground drawing her sword as she fell. Quickly he, with one stroke, disarmed the darkknight and slashed him once across the chest. Leaping onto his steed, the mystery man began to ride for the gates. Unfortunely for him they had already been shut and the archers alerted. While faced with several possibilties of death the stranger began backing his horse towards the way he had come. But at the last possible moment he charged forward, his horse leaping onto the platform, now paraell with the bowmen. Taking his horse into a gallop the man ran down all 20 of the archers, forcing them to choose a long jump or the risk of being stepped on by the majestic beast of burden. As the stranger was about to jump over the final wall between him and freedom, several dark knights appeared out of nowhere. With a yank on the strap the horse began to buck, and kicked one of the knights in his chest knocking him over the wall to the 12 foot drop to the ground. But the remaining knightswere able to wrestle the stranger to the ground and calm their horse.
The woman, panting and holding her side, jogged up to where the struggle had taken place. Following closely behind was the knight the stranger had cut down at the beginning. One arm across his chest he seemed to be fumbling for his sword.
*My name is Lady Rosaline you scum, remember it, for I am head of the secert service.* with that the woman spit on the stranger and began to walk away.
*Let me up you fools* The starnger spat harshely at the dark knights. *Lady Rosaline, this was just a misunderstanding I assure you. Now please the Queen is expecting me, may I go?*
*HA! You will be lucky to be let go alive at the end of this, for I shall have you put on trial for an attack on the kingdom of Arcon. The penatly of that offense is death I am afraid. Guards! Take him away* The woman shrieked and turned to walk away, her boots clicking on the empty hallway.
*NO! wait! you are making a huge mistake! You arre going to regret this! Let me go!" The stranger wailed as the guards led him away.
Back in the audiance chamber of Queen Zelda, Lady Rosaline was prepared to make her report when the queen silinced her.
*Lady Rosaline, I want you and your men to be prepared to accept a vistor. My newphew is coming to visit us and do a story for his newspaper. He should be here any moment, and make sure you do not search him as you usualy do, where he comes from that is a major insult. And please leave his horse alone, it is his only memory of a painful time. Thank you, you are dismissed.* The queen swiftly explained.
Lady Rosaline just stood there, unable to move, not wanting to believe what she had just done.
*Lady Rosaline I said you may leave... now back to work! Why are you just standing there?* The queen asked, begining to be annoyed at the rudeness.
*My Queen we may have a small problem...*
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Ok yall i kind of need some opinon on this? good bad? what?
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An interesting little offshoot. "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
-- Rudyard Kipling
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I thought it was quite good. Different, dark (in a way) and good. hehe I do believe the queen will be quite angry with me! *Runs and hides*
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"ROSALINE!" the Queens voice rose slightly as the head of the secret service had the good grace to look slightly embarassed, "What did you do to my nephew?" Theses are evil....VERY evil, someone rescue me pls!
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"Umm. . .well . . .uh" Rosaline scrunched her face searching for an easy way to explain. There wasn't one. "Uh, my queen, you might want to sit down." Rosaline sighed, and began the long, and grueling explination.
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*Queen Zelda?* Lady Rosaline asked shyly.
*Yes? This had better be good news...* The queen sighed impatiently.
*Oh it is my queen. Your newphew is hear to see you. Guards, open the door* Rosaline said, praying that this might make up for her eariler mistake.
*Jordan! You've made it! Without to much trouble I hope...* the queen said shooting Lady Rosaline a glare.
*Umm.. May I be excused?* Lady Rosaline asked.
* Yes run along now child, don't get yourself into TO much trouble.* The queen joked, a smile playing on her bright redlips.
*Come now Aunt Zelda, when are you going to let her forget all of this nonsense. It was just a misunderstanding. I had forgotten how high security this place has been since Uncle Arcon has gone missing. Which reminds me, when do you want to start our interview?* the young newphew pleaded.
*Oh alright. Not today my young boy! You must make yourself feel welcome please! The castle might very well fall to you in case of my death.* The queen insisted.
*Really? But what of that new stranger I have heard about? The father of that Prince James fellow?*
*Oh, heard about him already have you? Well he already has a kingdom to rule, and I for one want to keep it that way. You know he only married into power don't you? Yes.. Married the queen the suddenly the queen died. They doctors said she had had the disease for months.*
*Intresting... gold diggers are all they are. Sad though.*
*True.. but as long as you live he shall not get my Kingdom. Especially if they ever find your uncle.*
One ear pressed to the earphone, and one ear listening for footfalls down the hall, King Jeff the third, ruler over the dark knights and the kingdom of above patiently listened in one the conversation of Queen Zelda and her little brat newphew. Listening for clues he finaly got one,*True.. but as long as you live he shall not get my Kingdom. Especially if they ever find your uncle.* And the last piece of the puzzle fell into place. As long as the dumb little security force agents couldn't find that HE was holding King Arcon, and if he could get Jordan to *Fall* down the stairs, he would be next in line! With a hop in his step and a whistle in his mouth the evil King went out to summon his Dark Knights to finish his plan for him, for a great ruler never did his own dirtywork.
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IT'S SPACE!!!! he's ba--ack AND BAD!
no can write like space, but space!
he's into it, a new genre - life, love and internetting - AND he is interested in our king's thrown. we shall see, i perceive that my king hesitates to fence abroad -
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You think so, Mango?
I never had the chance to read Space's stuff (deleted before I arrived), but *I* think it sounds more like NewKnight15 in a Clever Plastic Disguise...  Nothing is more frightening than ignorance in action.
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maybe i'm wrong, but the *'s were used before, and I think it was SPACE, the gangsta of love.
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I think our man in a 'clever plastic disgues' *Snickers behind everyone's back.*should continue
with his story. It's quite interesting.
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You guys think Space would actually lower himself to posting here? It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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What's that mean? Oh! You mean Space is just to good for us? 
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Now, now...let's not speak ill of the dead... Nothing is more frightening than ignorance in action.
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Oh, yes of course. Pardon me. Let'us have a moment of silence in memory. . .OK Who's up for a drink?
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 hehe I most sertainly agree. Our written should write more. Although, he has told me that he's quite busy.
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It's not space, I'm almost positive. And space, if you're reading this - HE WAS JUST KIDDING!! STAY AWAY!! It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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okay, i was possibly wrong, but i know i saw those asteriesks somewhere before in another story, with a really detailed message [and i'll get right back to you] <img src="graemlins/jawa.gif" border="0" alt="[Jawa]" />
how's everyone!
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Its not Space. But I was around when Space was. Sorry I havent written anything lately but my computer crashed (again) and i havent had time
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