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| Kings and Guards: Chapter 1; *Read passage | |
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| epicdanny11 | Jul 5 2012, 03:41 PM Post #1 |
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King and Guards, is a book taken place in the mid-1400's. It was the Dark Ages, the Medieval Times, many names for this time period. But we are focusing on the book's main idea. Russell, a poor 13 year-old boy who has been given a punishment for his, "looks" and, "gross life". His old friend, Rowan, saved him from bleeding to death to kill Horatio, the King of Vendetta. I hope you enjoy this chapter ![]() Russell screamed as the Guardian of the Walls dropped the stone axe into the 13 year-old boy’s elbow. In a second, the arm became half-an arm. There he was, the savage cannibal locked up in the rusty small cage, waiting to receive his dinner; part of a teen’s arm. The cannibal ate the arm with excitement as Russell was screaming and trying to break out of the straps. The Guardian of the Walls rested his elbow on the boy’s chest. The King, Horatio, walked over with his mulled wine and sipped it. “You, boy, you have just been given a punishment. We do not allow gross little kiddies like you to roam our beautiful Kingdom of Vendetta. You will be left to bleed right here. You shall be dead by dawn”, Horatio said while smiling. “Let’s go”. The Guardian removed the torch from its ring on the wall. He and Horatio walked away. As they walked away up the steps, Russell’s vision became darker, darker, and darker. He had still heard the cannibal making all these sounds, that probably meant he wanted to eat the life out of Russell. In a well 10 minutes, Russell was asleep. He dreamt about a boy, who had been brought down to a dungeon. He was thrown in the cell, and the gate closed. “Any last words”? The man said to the boy. “I wanted to say, why do you have to do this? Why? Why will you lock a poor boy in a dark dungeon? Why will you shred the homeless to bits? Why will you torture to needy? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why…. Just then, Russell’s dream faded away. A split second later, a huge sting struck his shoulder. He tried to muffle his scream. One sound and his head would have been in a bucket. The pain grew larger and larger, then spread to his chest and neck. Then, he heard screaming upstairs. It sounded like one of Horatio’s guards. An old friend was saving him? Could it be? Russell’s eyes grew larger as the stone ceiling broke in front of him as a guard went plummeting down, hitting the floor. Then came a big, buff man, onto the guard’s dead body. It was Rowan, Russell’s old friend. “I had heard you were tortured and punished down here. I came to save you.” Rowan said, in a deep, caring voice. |
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