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(I'm still alive)

TELL ME A SHORT STORY ABOUT THE DRAGON, THE CASTLE, AND THE CATAPULT IN THE PICTURE; AND I WILL GET YOU A SMALL REWARD. IF I LIKE YOURS BEST! :D

Congratulations to "fomich", and the winner of a copy of LIMBO, our story teller "Smoorfi"!

I appreciated all the stories, and thought they were fun to read. Thanks to all of you! :]

Here's the story written by "Smoorfi"

"There once was a very rich and arrogant prince. He was so arrogant that he only had one friend in the entire world - and that was his pet lizard. He'd go everywhere with his lizard, to every class throughout school. Upon his graduation, it was generally accepted that the lizard and the prince were an item - completely inseparable. Peasants would hoot boorish cheers at the prince, and his faithful lizard would reduce them to embers, snorting fire from deep in its throat. Being as arrogant as the prince was, he never practiced to be every prince's dream - a royal knight! He just assumed that he would be great from the get-go, so it took him far longer than it should to achieve the title. By now his lizard companion had grown far too big to be kept indoors, and was designated his own spacious pen inside the king's castle. Speaking of the king, since it had taken so many years for the prince to achieve knighthood, the king was withered and near death. One dreary night in the most uneventful way possible, the king passed away, his final words unheard. The arrogant prince had become the arrogant king. "What are your orders, my majesty?" his servants asked day after day. And day after day he was silent. Some thought him wise and brooding a plan to bring them to further riches, but most feared the worst. One day when prompted again, he suddenly stood and puffed his chest, regal cape swishing valiantly. He ordered the construction of spires, hundreds of them! He cared not for building codes, make them twist and lean, etching his kingdom unto the heavens themselves! During construction the king was known to not have slept most nights, and upon completion he locked himself in the highest spire, devoid of windows and most unfortunately, too small for his lizard (now a fully grown dragon) to fit into. Through his neglect, his kingdom suffered. Plague, famine, and disease crept up on even the most noble of his subjects. A resistance was forming, trebuchets, ballista, and even catapults salvaged from the now abandoned and vermin-ridden houses. On the final day, tonight being the night they would lay siege to their former lord's kingdom, they chanted an inspiring battlecry. There was a rumbling that could be heard from even inside the king's quarters. A light knock echoed from the door - it was the king's advisor, the only one of the king's servants left. He came with but one simple request - what to do for food. Neither had eaten in three days, as their food stocks were pillaged before the kingdom's inhabitants' mass departure. Without moving an inch or with any emotion at all, the king simply replied, "Cook the lizard." An order was an order to the advisor, and with that he knew that his life was forfeit. The mighty beast of a dragon flew off to rejoin those who had fed and taken care of him after the king's first graduation, but on his leave he only narrowly dodged a massive ball of rock, sailing through the air. The dragon cared not for these strange occurrences and pressed on. What he didn't realize was that said cannonball collided with the tallest, most crooked spire of all the king's kingdoms, punching a hole clean through it. A man could be seen in the hole soon after the impact. He was old, pale, and above all else... He looked terrified."

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Questica127

Thanks Yo!

13 years ago