Jun 18
All Hours of Thy Knight
PORT 4
"So, you were planning on a double-cross were you?" The King asked, already knowing the answer.
Charles stood there, staring down at the celebration, knowing he would let that archer get away.
"Answer me, your King!" The King growled, "Or be beheaded!"
"Hmph," Charles mumbled.
"Are those your last words, fool?" The King yelled. "There's nothing left for you to do. I'm afraid your life is over!"
Charles growled in rage, supressing his anger, but knowing all too well he was to defend his honour.
"Argh!" Charles screamed, giving the King a quick, but powerful jab in the stomach, making him drop his blade. Charles snatched the blade and held it to the King's forehead, not knowing how to use it.
"Heh," The King scoffed, "You're a smart lad, getting me when no body was protecting me and when I was vunerable. Go ahead, finish me off. You've earned the right."
At the same time as the King said this, he drew a small blade from his robes pocket and slashed at Charles' left arm, causing him to drop the blade.
"But I think I might take this honour." The King laughed triumphantly.
To be continued...
Jun 10
All Hours of Thy Knight Part 3 - 3 1/2
All Hours of Thy Knight Part 3 - 3 1/2 by MEEE
The lone archer looked down at the man that had killed his father, seeking revenge in the most grusome way imaginable. (No, not ripping his spine out through his dick, that's just disgusting). For he had been taken prisoner and forced to fight for them, not England.
He raised his hand to draw an arrow.
"Blast it," He cringed, "My arrows, they have all been used up!"
All he could do now was just stand there, resenting the man as he got cheered and raised in glory.
"I shall avenge you, father." The archer promised.
"Oh, no you will not." A voice from behind said.
The archer stood perfectly still, daring not to make a move. But he knew the voice. it was their King.
To be continued...
Jun 8
ALL HOURS OF THY KNIGHT PART 2
All Hours of thy Knight by Me - Part 2
Everything had disappeared. There was nothing to be heard. The Black-Knight of England had perished by an arrow shot through the top of his skull.
"Got him!" The Frankish archer shouted, "Thy Black-Knight has ceased to exist!"
A sudden cheer went up from the Frankish army. Everyone cheered except one poor, lone archer.
Charles II.
His Son.
To be continued...
Jun 6
All hours of thy knight
ALL HOURS OF THY KNIGHT BY STEVEN POOPENMIRE (MIRROR) - PART 1
I couldn't breath. All was dim, and all that was heard across the dark plateu was the shouts of suffering. I looked around, in pain and agony only to find I could not see even an inch ahead of me.
"Agh," I moaned, there was nobody to help me for at least the reach of 10 miles.
There was nothing I could do, the sky was dark, and was growing darker and darker, until all was gone. With one final breath I gave a shout of distress, "What has thou done to me? What have I done to deserve such cruel punishment? Why will no one help?"
And all that was heard throughout the land were the whispers of those who had heard the silent cries throughout the air, but had not realised they were the cries of the Black Knight of England himself.
To be continued...
9:12 AM Jun 19