Anybody ever wrote something because they were bored?

~cornys~ · Feb 16, 2009 4:25 PM

Well I wrote this Short story like 2 years ago when I had 2 Study Halls in a row. (2 hours) I was in 6th grade.

I'll post it here but nobody will read it.

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Freedom’s Final Fight

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By: Cameron Corns

Anthony gazed out into the sea of trees from his perch on Fort Boswell. Earlier that morning he was drinking his morning coffee when he noticed a piece of parchment nailed onto the door.
It had read “The Tyrants shall be at our doors by nightfall. Everyone is to report to the front gates once the sun reaches the tops of the western trees. Bring anything you can use to fight. You are expected to fight with your lives.”
Anthony had then left the house unable to tell his wife, Amethyst, what would soon be upon them. Anthony continued to watch the forest as his hate for the Tyrants welled up inside of him.
“My forefathers fought for well over forty years to establish this democracy and now these Tyrants have not only took it over. But killed every man, woman and child left in the towns.
There was then a loud crack and part of the forest’s skyline fell out of view. This was followed by a loud shriek and a few yells in about the same area. Then silence again
“I have to tell Amethyst now.” Anthony decided, heart racing from his sudden realization
“We’re the final hope.”
*****
He returned home to find Amethyst hanging up laundry.
“Honey, I have something to tell you” Anthony managed, his face grim.
“What is it Hun?” she asked. Her face matching his as she set down her laundry basket.
“It’s the Tyrant’s. They’re…well… here.” He pulled out the piece of parchment from his shirt and handed it to her.
She read it with a blank expression until she finished and looked up at Anthony.
“You even have a sword?” she asked choking back tears
This was what Anthony loved most about her. She could take the worst of news and then make the dumbest comment about it even while she mourned the news.
“Yeah” he said as the two embraced in a hug.
Amethyst started to say something but it was lost into a loud burst of sobs.
“It’s ok honey. It‘s ok.” He said, half trying to convince himself as he patted her on the back. “It’s ok”
*****
Anthony was sharpening his sword when a man dressed in full battle armor walked by.
“Hey, Persilies.”
“Hey, how’s it been going?” the man asked not wanting to be the first to mention the impending battle.
“Oh not too bad considering” Anthony replied following Persilies’s lead.
“You need armor?” Persilies asked ending their little game. “I have plenty in the armory.”
“Sure. I could use some I suppose. Let me tell my wife what’s going on and I’ll…” Anthony stopped short as Amethyst appeared from the back yard.
“While we’re there I’ll pick out my sword. If you have any in spare of course.” She interjected.
The men stood there stunned for a second.
“What?”
The two stood frozen for a few more seconds before Anthony finally piped up.
“I guess it just surprised us that‘s all”
“Well I’m not going to set back and let them kill us am I?”
*****
The trio arrived at Persilies’s armory without peril.
“Amethyst the swords are on the left, and Anthony the armor is in the very back.”
Anthony and Amethyst parted to go their separate directions.
Anthony found the wall Persilies was speaking of and picked out a plain set. He slipped the mail over his shoulders and saw that it fit him. He then proceeded to put on his breast plate and the rest of the armor.
“Is this set formidable?” Anthony asked turning around.
“It fits you well,” Persilies replied “Now lets help your woman pick herself a sword”
Persilies weaved his way through the armory to where Amethyst was balancing a curved single sided sword in front of her chest.
“What would be the best sword type for a beginner like me?” she asked Persilies dropping the sword gently down to her side.
Persilies looked at the array of swords resting on their nail shelves for a second before picking one off of it’s shelf and handing the hilt to Amethyst.
The sword was a very thin, double edged straight sword of median length. It’s guard was a rather large circular disk. Behind which the pommel shone of gold paint.
Amethyst balanced it out beyond her again to judge it’s balance and weight. “It’s light” she exclaimed.
“Yet very sturdy. It bode me well when I was first practicing swordplay. At least it kept me alive.”
“Does it not pain you to part of it?” Anthony asked. “ being your first sword”
“No, No, not when I know it is being put to a better use than I have of it.”
“We must owe you something in return for all of this.” Amethyst insisted.
“The only thing you owe me is a few Tyrant’s heads”
*****
Anthony and Amethyst stood now outside of Fort Boswell staring into the very forest Anthony had been observing that morning. Both of them were dressed in full battle attire now holding hands. The only sound was Sennica River running by on it’s trek to the ocean.
“I love you,” Anthony whispered
“I love you too”
The assembly behind them restless, awaiting their nigh inevitable demise.
“No matter what happens today, I love you. Always and forever.” said Anthony “Mourn me not, fore I will have died doing what I believe it is I shall.”
“I too, love you. Always. I shall not have the time to mourn fore I shall follow soon after you from this world to the next”
The two embraced into a quick squeeze before Persilies rallied his troops.
“Today, we will be fighting a force, that we have no hope against. They are the same cold blooded vermin that knifed through our great republic and murdered all of our country men. But they would not stop there. They silenced our women and children as they fled from the burning remains of their towns in which they were stowed away in.
“This is the final stronghold of our forefathers dream that they put into action nearly two thousand years ago. My friends. We are the last of our kin. All that will remain of us is bodies and these cold men’s memory. I would not want them to recall finding us curled up in a ball in our precious fort. NO! I want them to remember the fear our meager force struck into them when we knew that all we had ever known was lost. How until our final hour we fought with everything we had!
“Men if you see all of the men around you fall and you are the only man left. See to it that they don’t take you alive. Punch and bite and swing, and kick until you have partook of your final breath.”
Persilies paused for a second and a huge roar rang out from the assembly.
Once it ceased Persilies continued “As for our plan of attack. We are to charge into the wood and catch them off guard. Now Who’s with me?”
“I!!!”
“Everyone ready?!”
“YEAH!!!”
“CHARGE!!!”
Anthony started into the wood at a dead sprint. Oblivious of the various limbs and thorn bushes brushing over his armor.
The adrenaline now pumping through his veins pushed his body into over drive as all pains and sorrows left his mind and in their wake now was fear and excitement.
Amethyst running beside of him was but a distant memory as he focused all of his thoughts around the overpowering of his foes.
“There they are” exclaimed a man to Anthony’s right as an endless mass of armor clad men came into view.
Anthony unsheathed his sword and placed the empty sheath underneath his belt. He then readied his shield in his left hand.
The opposing army was congregated in a barren field where a fire had burned the trees into ash and left the ground black of it not more than a month before. “They expected this” Anthony noted just before he was upon his first opponent.
Anthony charged upon the man with a full force swing at his neck. The man, unprepared, raised his sword a full second too late as the sword went through his neck. Anthony, his momentum uninterrupted, stabbed his sword through the next man’s breast plate before the man realized what was happening.
“Maybe not”
He paused to pull his sword out as a great clang came from his shield.
Pain raced up his limb as it absorbed the shock of the blow. Anthony cringed from the pain but did not flounder as he freed his sword from the body and took a slice at the attacker’s neck.
It was meet by a sword as his own reverberated from the strike. Anthony saw the mans sword make a move towards his helm and stopped the advance with a quick movement of his shield.
Anthony decided to take advantage of his momentary vulnerability and sliced at his opponent’s legs. His blow landed unhindered and sliced the man’s legs separate from his body.
The man shrieked with pain as his sword flew into the air. His upper body landed with a dull thud on the ashen ground, limp.
Anthony shuttered and took a seconds glance in his wife’s direction to find her locked in combat with a man. A few heads at her feet. “Good job” he thought as he turned around and delivered a violent swing into his next opponent’s shield.
The man sliced his shield towards Anthony’s legs in an attempt to immobilize him. Anthony saw to it that the blow was stopped by his shield before slicing at the man’s neck.
Just when it seamed it would land a sword came to stop it. Anthony’s sword glanced over the man’s head and rendered him momentarily defenseless. The soldier took this advantage and stabbed at his face. Anthony ducked at the last second as the sword landed on his helm. The weight of the helm was released from his head painlessly. Anthony threw his shield up from his side towards the sword to remove it from the area around his head. The shield hit the enemy’s sword without resistance as the sword flew up into the air.
The man, bewildered took a step back just before a sword went through his breast.
The next man stepped up to Anthony and sliced down at his legs. Anthony’s reaction was belated and his enemy’s sword dug it’s way through flesh and muscle and bone before it was meet by Anthony’s sword.
The sword made a quick exit as Anthony toppled to the ground. Pain wrenched through his leg, racing up his nerves where it registered as a horrendous pain. An involuntary scream escaping his lungs in agony.
The man who wounded him looking down upon him. No sign of remorse showing on his face. His sword, dripping of crimson blood, raised over his helm.
“Belata!” screamed an unseen man behind him.
Anthony’s attacker remained in his position as Anthony first noted of the circle of unfamiliar faces congregated about them. They all gazed in the direction of the voice as a man suited in polished gold clad armor emerged into the congregation.
“Elna, enporta alta posto” he ordered into the crowd.
“Eblo” came a reply from the other side of the circle as a man of regular dress excitedly jumped out of the congregation.
“I’ll be your translator” he announced.
The gold dressed man said a few words in his native tongue that the translator informed him meant “My name is King Oldon. You are the only of your kin remaining. Release your weapon and you shall be spared.”
“You expect me to live among the men that murdered my county men? No, I would rather die that live among the likes of you!”
The King smiled when he received the translation.
He looked straight at Anthony “I didn’t get your name?” he said in Anthony’s tongue. A heavy accent muffling his words.
“Anthony son of Antilles” he said proudly
“To you Anthony, I say good bye then.”
The king turned his back on him and started to walk away.
“You will not get away with this cold blooded murder. I’ll see to it”
The king turned around as laughter burst forth from his mouth “really?” he challenged. “how?”
Anthony looked around and saw Amethyst’s sword lying on the ground directly beside his now empty shield hand. A wave of remorse ran through him as he realized he now had nothing to live for.
“I’ll find a way” he said a smile forming on his face.
Oldon turned around to leave
“sila”
Anthony felt the man standing over top of him shift and knew what was coming. He raised his sword in defense as the two blades met above his head.
Anthony pushed against the opposing sword with all of his might as he grasped Amethyst’s sword in his free hand and tossed it at Oldon.
At that moment his strength failed him.
Anthony drew in his final breath as Amethyst’s sword went into Oldon’s neck.

Spyro Master · Feb 16, 2009 6:22 PM

Cool sounds good to me smile i like what you have written, it would be good if you put it on the fan fiction section, it sounds good to me smile

dragon protector x · Feb 18, 2009 7:33 AM

Thats basicly what i did, but that what got me to realize i could be a great auther.

#1 Feb 16, 2009 4:25 PM

Anybody ever wrote something because they were bored?

#2 Feb 16, 2009 6:22 PM

Re: Anybody ever wrote something because they were bored?

#3 Feb 18, 2009 7:33 AM

Re: Anybody ever wrote something because they were bored?

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