Prince Jonathon de Grycon was mounting his chestnut mare after his lunch of travel rations including salt pork, bread and some water from a nearby stream. He grumbled as he settled himself into the saddle for many more hours of riding on the journey home to Grycon. He had finally convinced everyone that he could take care of himself and was allowed to go for two weeks down to the southern Kaltian border. After fourteen days of fighting with the locals against bandits and renegades, he was ready to return home.1
Jon, as he was called by his friend and family, set off at a moderate walk down the road, nothing but the birds singing their songs for company. “This is going to be a long day,” Jon mumbled to himself.2
Then off in the distance he heard the soft clumping of a horse trotting along. Jon was not that concerned, for even if it was something less than friendly, he should be able to handle it. He had been trained, and then he became a Gry knight. The trotting got continuously loader until the noise was coming from around a small bend in the road. As Jonathon rounded it, he was confronted by a black clothed and masked rider on a black gelding. The rider’s long slender sword was drawn. Jon drew his sword quickly and the assailant was upon him.3
Both men dismounted and a few short parries were exchanged. Before the prince knew his sword was gone, the attacker had tackled him. He masked man sat on his chest with a dagger to Jon’s throat, pressing almost to the point of drawing blood.4
Author notes
this is a story i made up in my head for when i need to sleep or something. it started out as fan fiction but i changed it quite a bit so its not. it also has no definate ending so i also call it the never-ending story. i will just branch off a different way when i dont like the ay its going. is u have a good title sugjestion, im ready to hear it. ill post more when i feel like typing a lot again.
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Medea, thank you so much for the wonderful comment you left on my poem “Eight Improvisations” (and the applause) i appreciate it so much. Thank you. I did the “return the favor” thingy and got here to your brilliant amazing story “Grycon (cant think of a title) “ and am really taken with the highly expressive way you have captured view of a life experiences from the past. The images i found here are so unique as to make them similar. What i mean to say is, that you have grasped these images and presented them in such a way as to make them identifiable or transferable with the present.. They transcend, it seems. Truly an engaging read. Blessings and best wishes, ~richard
oh, in the third paragraph, you have: “for even id it was something less”
do you mean “for even if it was something less”??
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mix master jiggy jiggy flu
IM SORRY QUEEN MARY, I SHOULD NEVER HAVE DISOBEYED YOUR INCREDIBLE INCREDIBLE INCREDIBLE RULE OVER .... a piece of pie, or whatever you rule over.... what do you rule... just me i guess... i feel so powerless. -
eric....shut up...obey ur queen
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Quiet poopsicle, im her friend, it gives me the right
Edited on Apr 24, 11:25 p.m. because 'I spelled poopsicle wrong'. -
he still could have been nicer....thanks for the comment
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That was kind of rude, don't you think. I actually thougt it was a good story. You could have been a little nicer.
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did u miss the never-ending part? ya dont normally kill the first character u meet after like 5 paragraphs.
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Omg this fucking sucked
um mary...what the hell...um i dont quite see this, a prince goes out and is tackled and then probably dies..ok...ill applaud you because im nice.
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