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A rat ran over Frogs foot. The dungeon was crawling with their small furry bodies. The guards had dragged them down to the wretched cells and had taken their weapons and armour and left all three of them in separate cells chained to the wall. Frogs wrists hurt but he didn't care, the loss of Ghozt hurt much more than a small chaffing. Whispers voice floated over to him, "Tell him who Miaow was Bear, tell him why you were avenging him." Bear, who up till that point had been knocking his head against the wall in a slow rhythmic thud stood up and walked closer to the bars. As Frog watched him he realised that he had tears in his eyes. Bear sa

Conversing in a destroyed forest with chunks of people who were just trying to kill you while not a mile away there was a war going would not usually have appealed to Frog. However he found that Bear, the strong knight, Whisper the quiet but caring archer and Ghozt the manic builder, were good company for talking to. After they had finished the introductions Bear asked Ghozt in his deep voice, "So, what are you doing out here so far away from a knight to protect you?" He added hastily, "Not that you need it" Ghozt looking slightly disappointed showed them to a pit that dropped down further than any of them could see and said, "They kinda

KING ARTHURS GOLD- a fan fiction. Part 1 The woodlands echoed with the whacks and chops as the men sweating under the sun lopped the trees down. The mines ran deep underground where even more men clothed in simple tunics dug for stone to construct with and gold to purchase more weapons and soldiers. The cleared areas were filled with towers, walls and bulky men in even bulkier armour gathered around chatting or checking weapons and shields. Small stalls and shops were set up selling bombs and arrows and other things of importance to the veteran warriors. The new recruit stood uneasily near the tent where he had been debriefed, listening to

"Jami can you play hide and seek with me?" Jami looked up from his book at his seven year old cousin Sarah. He smiled and jumped off his auntie's old couch. "Sure Sarah inside?" Sarah shook her head, her little face scrunching up and giggled, "noooo out side silly in the forest." Jami frowned, "Are you allowed to play out there Sarah?" She nodded and grabbed his hand leading him out the door and onto the old veranda. The sun was high and shone brightly over the old forest. It was beautiful being out on the farm and Jami was happy to spend time with Sarah. "Ok," Sarah said, "you hide and I'll find you, but you can't go past the river though ok

Snow flakes, dirty grey with ash danced in the chilled night air. He walked along, his coat drawn tightly around him for warmth, trying to remember where he was going. His black shoes crunched along the frosty cobbled street. In the distance he could hear the clangs and crashes of docks or a factory. There was a sound much closer though, a sweet melody that floated and skipped through the cold night. It was a tune for children like the frenzied notes an old jack in the box makes before springing out with a gruesome grin cackling at the children's fright. He stopped in front of a small side street and saw a hunched figure in a dark cloak and