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|THE SWORD AND THE STONE (standard:fantasy, 13022 words)|
|Author: Richard J Cobain||Added: May 10 2003||Views/Reads: 2472/1354||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A fantasy story about a young boy on a planet ruled by an evil dragon who by chance discovers the secret of freeing his people and sets out on a journey to do so.|
THE SWORD AND THE STONE Darkness surrounded and suffocated him; he was cold, alone and terribly afraid. Zest had lost his companions a short time ago but he didn't know how. He walked on blindly knowing that something horrible was chasing him and was closing in every second that passed by. He knew he had to do something of the utmost importance but as he racked his brains for an answer he couldn't for the life of him remember what it was. Suddenly he lost his balance and fell to the soft ground heavily with a thud. As he lay there panting and sweating with fear he could hear the dark thing coming, it was right behind him now he could even smell it. He turned himself around, looked into the face of pure evil and screamed. That was when he woke up totally unaware of his surroundings and covered in cold sweat. “Are you all right?” he heard someone whisper from nearby, it took him a few moments to realise that it was his younger sister Lunega. “Ya I'm okay sis, just a bad dream” he replied trying to get his breath back. Seconds later she was snoring away again without a care in the world. He raised himself up on his elbows quietly and looked around their little hut. Although the fire had gone out sometime during the night he could still make out the silhouetted shapes of his parents lying fast asleep in the corner. Zest breathed a sigh of relief; if his screaming in the middle of the night had awakened his father he would have had his head boxed in. He settled back down but was too shaken to get anyway comfortable. This wasn't the first time that he had been robbed of a good nights sleep by this particular nightmare, his wise old Grandfather Memos said that the ability to see things which had not happened yet through dreams was in the male side of their family tree and always had been and because of this they were well respected in their forest village. As much as he tried he just couldn't get back to sleep that night so he lay awake listening to the songs of the forest and was still awake at dawn when the sun peeked over the mountains of Sactra. Not long after sunrise he was just beginning to doze off when he was rudely awakened by someone pulling at his arms. “No” he mumbled, “too tired”. “Come on now Zest have you forgotten about our little hunting trip today?”. It was his old Grandfather Memos, standing over him with a boyish twinkle in his all knowing eyes; his long white hair was uncharacteristically shaggy this morning and he had forgotten to put on his favourite purple hat. “I knew that you'd forget so I got up extra early just to remind you, so get yourself ready cause were leaving very soon”. With a heavy sigh Zest dragged himself out of the safety and security of his bed with his long dark uncombed hair hanging in his eyes, he combed it back with his fingers and sat cross-legged in his blanket with his face buried in his hands, if there was one thing he hated above all others it was getting up early. A short time later he was at the door of his grandfathers hut with his sister Lunega who was to come along as well, she stood shivering from the cold with one hand holding her horses reins and the other trying to keep control of her flowing golden hair which was being tossed about in the wind. Accompanying them on the trip were Brakis who was Zests uncle and a respected warrior and Sonas who had been Zests best friend since either of them could remember. Brakis arrived shortly afterward and stood stroking his long beard as they waited patiently for Sonas. “For the love of Unopa where is he?” grumbled Memos who was getting very impatient. “The horses are getting upset” he sighed pointing to the steeds that were indeed neighing in anticipation of a good stretch of the legs, which they didn't get very often. “When I told you to invite someone I meant somebody with a bit of hunting experience” he said to Zest. “Those Doroma's are never on time never”. A short time later they saw him trudging towards them from the East side of Sactra village on his little fat horse with an embarrassed smile on his handsome face. “Sorry guys” he panted with a mischievous wink “early mornings don't agree with me”. “So I see” growled Memos, “anyway we've wasted enough time in these woods let us be off as we have a long day ahead of us”. They made their way through the forest at a steady pace ignoring the curious glances from those who were already up and doing their chores, one of those people however Zest was pleased to notice was Florja one of the shop owners daughters. She was a very pretty young girl of about his own age. He didn't know her too well but she would come and Click here to read the rest of this story (1019 more lines)
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