Fantasy Idea by Squiddy

Introduction:

In order that the reader will not get lost and confused in the pages of this book, I will give a brief introduction to my works on the Old Peninsula. This book has been compiled from the writings and accounts of three people, King Simon of Fremland, Captain Jak of Westerfell, and the peasant Barclay of Zorwig. I was able to meet King Simon months before his death, where he provided his account, and was extremely helpful to the publishing of this article. I was also able to view the private diary of Captain Hoe thanks to a young squire who recovered his writings. Lastly, I was able to meet Barclay of Zorwig, who provided an eyewitness account to many famous battles in the Great War. All three of these men played important rolls in the Great War, which destroyed the Old Peninsula. Without their bravery, I would not be able to be living free from the tyranny of Grunsfel.

If you are not familiar with the lush history of the Old Peninsula and Grunfel, I shall provide you with a few brief paragraphs and map below, which hopefully helps the reader understand. 

The Old Peninsula was once a great undiscovered forrest that stretched for units, until a mighty craftsman, Jak Zorwig, left the horrible country of Grunsfel, crossed amount fo Snow, and discovered the lush forrest. With the help of his large family he cleared land for farming along the Northwest, later day Zorwig, named for its founder. Farmers in Grunsfel, who were tired of the rocky ground, heard of Zorwig’s feat of bravery, and they defied the evil _____, escaping from Grunsfel. Upon their arrival to the Old Peninsula, they were not greeted with enthusiasm by Zorwig’s descendants. So the farmers cleared land to the southeast of Zorwig. The farmers oddly called their country Fremland, which is a mystery to this day. The last group of settlers came to the peninsula by boat, and settled on the shores calling their country Westerfell, and from where they came is still uncertain. They were great sailors, who were ultimately very wise. This was the close of the Frontiersman Era, also called the Third Epoch, (an epoch being a thousand years.) The Fourth Epoch, called the Era of Growth, saw each of the three countries grow into mighty kingdoms, while the evil in Grunsfel slowly amassed. The three countries shut themselves out to Grunsfel, and were protected by the Mount of Snow. The people Zorwig and Fremland bonded closely and became close allies, while Westerfell built a great stone wall along their border. Though some might say they were stand-offish they were attempting to protect the great wealth they had amassed from sea pearls. Westerfell became increasingly mysterious to the people of Fremland and Zorwig. At the being of Fifth Epoch, when this article starts, Fremland’s king, Jon of Fremland, began attempting communication with the people of Westerfell, fearing a Grunsfel invasion. He was able to meet King Erik of Westerfell, who betrothed his daughter, princess Elisabet’s hand to King Jon’s son, Prince Edward, despite the fact that they had not yet met. As preparations for the wedding began in Westerfell, Fremland’s chief Wizard, Wikka, caused an uproar after sharing a vision. He claimed to see Prince Edward break his oath with Westerfell’s Elisabet, before dying in battle with Zorwig, Fremland’s closest ally. 

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CHAPTER 1

The giant lamps burst into flame, shedding light on the war room as I entered the King’s most secret and protected room. Servants carried large torches out of the stone room, while the King and his generals marched into the dungeon-like chamber. We approached the table at the center of the room. 

“Where is he? The audacity of the maggot! He will lose his head!” King Jon exclaimed, banging his fist into the wood table.

“Your Highness, the guards are bringing him,” I commented, attempting to deescalate the situation.

“Simon, he shall pay for his treason the moment he steps foot in this chamber,” the King, my uncle, whispered with anger.

My cousin, prince Edward, stepped into the light. His handsome features were highlighted. My face was polar to my dear cousin’s. My face was warped and twisted because of in-breeding and countless sicknesses. I had no chances of retrieving a fair maiden. Though my face was repulsive, my heart was passionate for my king, kingdom, and truth.

“Your Highness, you must be just with him. He has the right to have a fair trial,” cousin Edward said clearly.

“Son, the lies this man has spread could destroy the both of us,” He said looking at the paper map displayed on the table, “Let men get this strait. He said that the alliance with Westerfell will fall because Edward will not marry Princess Elisabet?”

“He said that, and he prophesies that your son will die in battle engaged with the Zorwig.” General Huffington, commander of His Highness’s Army, whispered in an attempt to appease my uncle.

I immediately looked at my cousin, my dearest friend. His face turned pale.

“Father, none of his prophesies have failed thus far,” Edward murmured in a serious fear.

“He’s a sick man, and he’s seriously mad. Don’t worry son,” King Jon said, rubbing his face in anxiety.

Then footsteps pounded against the stone ceiling, shaking the lamps clinging to the the thick, damp wall. He was coming. Wikka was coming. His footsteps echoed, as the drew closer. I looked around the dark dungeon. Trying to pinpoint his exact location, before he entered the room like a silent puff of smoke. We all turned attention to the wizard known as Wikka. Wikka was towering over most men in the room, especially me. His face was angry and red, while his arms laid folded across his chest. His ebony hair ran down his shoulders, and his well-trimmed beard was no more than an inch long. To his sides stood to guards, armed and ready for whatever the king desired. Wikka entered the room by the large metal door that kept that meeting secret form the rest of the castle. 

“Why do you bring me here, King Jon?” He asked, obviously annoyed at his presence.

“It is your own actions that bring you here,” King Jon said, turning to face the wizard.

“My actions? It wasn’t my decision to receive my visions,” Wikka replied, mocking the king.

“You know what you have done, wizard. Confess it, and I might not behead you,” King Jon said placing his hand on the pommel of his sheathed sword. 

“I will not confess anything. I will not lie to appease the king. I saw a vision, and I intend to share it,” Wikka said, puffing out his chest.

Cousin Edward rushed to Wikka’s side.

“Wikka, be penitent, I beg you. Don’t waste your life on a vision,” Edward said in a pleading tone.

Edward had always been very close to the wizard, who shared in his friendship. I was very well surprised that the wizard let his scandalous vision circulate, then again he had gone half-mad in the latest months.

The wizard’s angry eyes melted kind as they met with Edward’s. 

“You’re right, dear boy. I’ll confess,” He said calmly, looking down to the wet stone floor, “I revoke my prophesy.”

King Jon, still boiling mad, approached the tall wizard. 

“I still cannot believe your audacity, fool. To tell lies about my son! You didn’t receive a vision like that! We’ll be lucky if Westerfell doesn’t hear of this,” King Jon said before striking the wizard’s face.

Wikka stood still, looking down. 

“Take him back to his room,” King Jon commanded to the guards. 

Wikka, as well as the two guards, marched out of the metal door, and back through the mysterious stone corridors of the castle.

“It is more than likely, Westerfell heard his lies,” I said placing my deformed knuckles on the table.

“Then tomorrow we ride,” the king said, pointing to Westerfell on the map.

“To Westerfell?” General Huffington asked, looking at the king.

“Yes. We will straighten this out with King Erik. Maybe I can appeal to his better nature,” King Jon said, plainly worried.

“It’s unfortunate that the wizard has gone demented,” the General said, looking back at the metal door.

“The four of us will ride at dawn,” the King said, walking out of the chamber.

XXDDD CAPTAIN HOE

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I can't stop cracking up about captain hoe. I wish I could rename my username that...

ahhhh lmao captain hoe. It's funny cuz it like a captain, who's like like a dude XD he's a hoe... eeyeyeyeyeye

good one!

14.

The picture is a year old.

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