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Here he is, golden boy. Son of light; hero of justice.
Come to rid the world of dirt and scum - to kill the lurking evil, to quench the hellfire.
A mighty quest he has endured, triumphed over all his foes.
All challenges completed, all monsters slain.
He is surely blessed.
The great fairies have blessed him with magical powers - of fire, and ice and wind and thunder. He controls the elements with a flick of his wrist, they bow to him, lend themselves to his holy cause.
He has wrested the great sword from the beast’s hands and proclaimed it pure and clean. He has stolen the pristine shield from the black eagle’s nest, then set it aflame with backward glance.
He’s rescued the princess from the poisoned tower, with daring, intelligence and charm. Now he promises he’ll complete his calling, end all evil, free the world.
And she’ll wait for him, wait for his return.
He’s grown over the years.
The mental and physical abuse has made him stronger inside and out - the golden thread shines greater than ever. He has proved himself to all, his soul has flourished.
He is invincible.
He comes.
The final challenge.
The final battle
He turns and walks into the void.
He is sure, confident, the light piercing through the darkness.
He is everything, the evil is nothing.
Down he goes, deeper into the void, into the fire.
Into the depths he strides, sword ripping the tainted air.
Deeper and deeper to face the challenge.
The lesser beings scramble before him,
They cannot face the pure.
Untarnished one, he comes, he comes.
Towards the hellbeast, chin held high.
Power streams within him, he calls it.
Righteous cause, he shall provail.
Pure of heart, he shall prevail.
Golden ambassador, he shall provail.
The evil cannot win.
Sorry Satan,
I quit.
Come to rid the world of dirt and scum - to kill the lurking evil, to quench the hellfire.
A mighty quest he has endured, triumphed over all his foes.
All challenges completed, all monsters slain.
He is surely blessed.
The great fairies have blessed him with magical powers - of fire, and ice and wind and thunder. He controls the elements with a flick of his wrist, they bow to him, lend themselves to his holy cause.
He has wrested the great sword from the beast’s hands and proclaimed it pure and clean. He has stolen the pristine shield from the black eagle’s nest, then set it aflame with backward glance.
He’s rescued the princess from the poisoned tower, with daring, intelligence and charm. Now he promises he’ll complete his calling, end all evil, free the world.
And she’ll wait for him, wait for his return.
He’s grown over the years.
The mental and physical abuse has made him stronger inside and out - the golden thread shines greater than ever. He has proved himself to all, his soul has flourished.
He is invincible.
He comes.
The final challenge.
The final battle
He turns and walks into the void.
He is sure, confident, the light piercing through the darkness.
He is everything, the evil is nothing.
Down he goes, deeper into the void, into the fire.
Into the depths he strides, sword ripping the tainted air.
Deeper and deeper to face the challenge.
The lesser beings scramble before him,
They cannot face the pure.
Untarnished one, he comes, he comes.
Towards the hellbeast, chin held high.
Power streams within him, he calls it.
Righteous cause, he shall provail.
Pure of heart, he shall prevail.
Golden ambassador, he shall provail.
The evil cannot win.
Sorry Satan,
I quit.
Here he is, golden boy. Son of light; hero of justice.
Come to rid the world of dirt and scum - to kill the lurking evil, to quench the hellfire.
A mighty quest he has endured, triumphed over all his foes.
All challenges completed, all monsters slain.
He is surely blessed.
The great fairies have blessed him with magical powers - of fire, and ice and wind and thunder. He controls the elements with a flick of his wrist, they bow to him, lend themselves to his holy cause.
He has wrested the great sword from the beast’s hands and proclaimed it pure and clean. He has stolen the pristine shield from the black eagle’s nest, then set it aflame with backward glance.
He’s rescued the princess from the poisoned tower, with daring, intelligence and charm. Now he promises he’ll complete his calling, end all evil, free the world.
And she’ll wait for him, wait for his return.
He’s grown over the years.
The mental and physical abuse has made him stronger inside and out - the golden thread shines greater than ever. He has proved himself to all, his soul has flourished.
He is invincible.
He comes.
The final challenge.
The final battle
He turns and walks into the void.
He is sure, confident, the light piercing through the darkness.
He is everything, the evil is nothing.
Down he goes, deeper into the void, into the fire.
Into the depths he strides, sword ripping the tainted air.
Deeper and deeper to face the challenge.
The lesser beings scramble before him,
They cannot face the pure.
Untarnished one, he comes, he comes.
Towards the hellbeast, chin held high.
Power streams within him, he calls it.
Righteous cause, he shall provail.
Pure of heart, he shall prevail.
Golden ambassador, he shall provail.
The evil cannot win.
Sorry Satan,
I quit.
Come to rid the world of dirt and scum - to kill the lurking evil, to quench the hellfire.
A mighty quest he has endured, triumphed over all his foes.
All challenges completed, all monsters slain.
He is surely blessed.
The great fairies have blessed him with magical powers - of fire, and ice and wind and thunder. He controls the elements with a flick of his wrist, they bow to him, lend themselves to his holy cause.
He has wrested the great sword from the beast’s hands and proclaimed it pure and clean. He has stolen the pristine shield from the black eagle’s nest, then set it aflame with backward glance.
He’s rescued the princess from the poisoned tower, with daring, intelligence and charm. Now he promises he’ll complete his calling, end all evil, free the world.
And she’ll wait for him, wait for his return.
He’s grown over the years.
The mental and physical abuse has made him stronger inside and out - the golden thread shines greater than ever. He has proved himself to all, his soul has flourished.
He is invincible.
He comes.
The final challenge.
The final battle
He turns and walks into the void.
He is sure, confident, the light piercing through the darkness.
He is everything, the evil is nothing.
Down he goes, deeper into the void, into the fire.
Into the depths he strides, sword ripping the tainted air.
Deeper and deeper to face the challenge.
The lesser beings scramble before him,
They cannot face the pure.
Untarnished one, he comes, he comes.
Towards the hellbeast, chin held high.
Power streams within him, he calls it.
Righteous cause, he shall provail.
Pure of heart, he shall prevail.
Golden ambassador, he shall provail.
The evil cannot win.
Sorry Satan,
I quit.
*prevail.
I spelt one of them right
I spelt one of them right
I liked it, but I'm not sure I 'got it'.
- Letter from the Hell-Beast.
- Hero comes to kill Hell-Beast
- Hell-Beast quits.
Funnah
- Hero comes to kill Hell-Beast
- Hell-Beast quits.
Funnah
And stuff
I liked. All fantasy (of the none sick kind) I like. Descriptive words used were top notch.
It reminded me a lot of the Zelda games. This kind of detracted from the originality part of it but there is no denying that it is very well written and a good, short read. Nice one :)
Well the faries bit was nicked straight from Zelda.
Then I had Zelda in my head and it probably influence the rest of it. Subconsiously or whatever.
Cheers people.
Then I had Zelda in my head and it probably influence the rest of it. Subconsiously or whatever.
Cheers people.