Marcathrax

Keeper of The Forest

The old man ran through the brambles and bushes, fearfully glancing behind him as he heard the bandits whooping and yelling, closing in fast. Whimpering in fear he stumbled and fell into the ditch beside the dirt road, muttering to himself as he picked himself up and ran as fast as he could to the forest edge. As hemade it to the treeline he glanced behind to see the three bandits, knives drawn and waving them in the air menacingly, gaining fast on him. " Better pray old man" one bandit sneered at him as he made a cutting gesture across his throat, giggling stupidly as he did so. Crying silently to himself the old man dashed into the thick treeline, darkness overtaking him as the green canopy overhead nearly shut out all light. Throwing himself into the bushes next to a large elm tree he wailed " Help me my Lord!!!" and lay shivering.
The bandits entered the treeline, and walked boldly into the darkened forest, following the footsteps and kicked up dirt the old mans passing had left behind." Come out , come out wherever you are!!" the leader, a fat filthy toothless excuse for a human being sneered, glancing around the darkness for the old man. Listening quietly they heard the heavy breathing and whimpering of the old beggar, and grinning to each other they stepped forward towards the brambles where the old man lay......until they noticed the cloaked figure standing in the darkness next to the old mans hiding place.The cloaked man stood silently, his brown hood pulled low over his eyes, facial features barely noticeable, but what was noticeable was the aura about the figure as he stood silently watching the bandits, one of oneness and peace with his surroundings, one who was not afraid. "Well,well" sneered the filthy leader as he took one step towards the figure." Looks like it be our lucky day mates!! He sneered, " Two for thee price o one". Suddenly a voice was heard off to the right of the hooded man, and glancing up the bandit leader saw a young woman dressed in a bright red robe, long reddish brown hair falling out around her hood and down her shoulders, sitting in a trees branches, calmly eating an apple, watching the trio with an amused look on her face. " What did you say wench?" the bandit growled at her. Watching the bandit calmly , slowly chewing on her apple, she smiled and said " I be sayin' sir what a filthy smelly excuse of a creature you be .....even worse than your normal hume. Aye i be seein' asses on oxen with more charm" and she calmly tossed the core of the apple towards the bandit, hitting him square in the chest. The bandit leaders waxen face turned a menacingly shade of red, " Why you filthy little +%+#%" he growled and stepped towards the tree, when the cloaked man finally spoke. " Now Sarah.....that be no way to talk to our guests.....where are your manners?. He strode forward and stopped in front of the leader, his smile barely seen through the cowl surrounding his face. " Sir, methinks your visit to my forest be not one of pleasantry, methinks you be up to no good, which i cannot allow. I think i be askin' you to leave now." The bandits face turned from crimson to a purple hue as he strode menacingly toward the hooded figure. " You bastard, i'll gut ye like a Spring ham, and after we be havin' our way with yon wench, we be splittin' her open as well, ye pigs testicle." Pulling his knife from his belt he walked towards the hooded man.....then stopped....as a low chuckle came from the figure. " Now....that really did hurt me feelin's" the cowled man laughed, and slowly raised his arms above his head. Suddenly the air around the two figures, the young woman now standing beside the cowled man, seemed to stir with a life of its own, and as the bandits staggered backwards the two were encompassed by a whirling cloud that grew bigger and bigger until they no more could be seen. Then suddenly....stopping as quickly as it started, the bandits gasped as replacing the figures stood a white dragon, scales as pure white as the snow, and a red dragon, its eyes glowing with a brilliant red glee. Lifting his great white head the dragon let loose with a thunderous bellow, stretching out his wings, the mighty span encompassing the area. Grimacing the red dragon said with a voice deep yet beautiful " Please brother....ya know me head splits when ye do that. " Grinning at her the white dragon chuckled " Sorry my sister.....well, which one be ye takin?" The red dragon stared at the cowering bandits, all bravado and murderous intent gone from them as they huddled together in fear, almost hugging each other. " Well, i be takin' thee leader i guess....he be needin' a good bath". Striding forward the white dragon growled ," Right then....on with it..." Screaming in terror the three bandits finally broke from their paralization, stumbling over each other as they ran for their lives. Laughing the red dragon took to the air, and snatched the bandit leader up from the ground by the seat of his pants. The leader screamed in terror as he was flown through the forest, dangling from the dragons mouth. Finally the dragon plunged down into the crystal lake next to the forest, and proceeded to dunk the figure up and down into the water, the bandit leader gasping and choking as he was lifted out, then dunked again over and over." Bet ya haven't done this in a long time, eh dirty hume?" the dragon laughed as she continued dunking the wailing man.
Meanwhile the white dragon pursued the other two fleeing bandits, laughing as they ran in terror from him. Circling around he quickly whipped his long tail at one of the fleeing men, sending him airbourne into a nest of thorns, where he squealed in pain, holding onto his now thorn filled backside. The last bandit, stumbling onto the dirt road leading from the forest, crawled backwards mewling as the mighty white dragon landed in front of him, walking slowly towards him growling menacingly deep in his throat. His mighty head inches from the quivering bandits face, eyes squinched shut as he waited for the mighty jaws to devour him.Whispering into the mans face, his hot breath brushing the greasy hair away, the dragon calmly said " Hear me......never.....ever....come into me forest or bother thee people o this area again.....understood? " As he glared into the terrified mans face the red dragon alighted next to him, spitting the drenched and now thoroughly clean leader onto the ground. " Yyyyyyyyyyuuuuccckkkk" she spat, wiping her mouth with her mighty wings. Grinning as the third bandit limped onto the road, crying and holding his backside, the white dragon with a mighty intake of air bellowed and loudly said, " Now.....GO!!!!!!" Wailing the three bandits ran as fast as they could...well, two...one limping along, hands on his backside. The red dragon, wings around her pointed ears said " I really do hate it when you do that!!"
The old man still lay whimpering in the brush when the young girl gently reached in, lovingly carressing his face. " Its alright now my dear....fear not....they be gone, ye are safe." The old man turned and saw the girls beautiful smile, and the caring in her eyes immediately put his heart and mind to rest. He stood and emerged into the treeline where the cowled figure again stood silently, watching as Sarah gently brushed the old man off, kissing his frail cheek as she did so. " My friend" the quiet cowled man spoke " tell my Lord that if he be not doin' somethin' about these bandits in me forest, i shall have to be askin' for bigger compensation".
To be continued...

Charlie_Eleanor

Is this your first draft?

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ClancyBoy

What accent is this supposed to be?

Also ham has no guts.

Marcathrax

Yes it is my first draft

And by ham i meant like pig

Remember im just doing this for fun, not trying to be a professional or perfect. The accent is from a midaeval board i used to be a member at and where i originally started this from. So far ive done about 5 chapters.

ClancyBoy

A ham is the butt portion of a pig's back leg, not a whole pig. If you mean pig say pig. You can bone someone like a spring ham.

With regard to the accent, it's very a very muddled combination of Elizabethan and modern standard english. Consider using this as a reference.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Early_Modern_English
Also:
http://www.renfaire.com/Language/index.html


If you're only doing this for fun, you may ignore my comments and continue having fun.

Marcathrax

Well i just like to write stories for fun and to have people read and enjoy them.Im not perfect and don't intend nor pretend to be. Mayhaps i just came to the wrong place. Thanks anyway.

Knocking

Very interesting story, although it seems like everything is already wrapped up. Keep writing! Sorry, I didn't know you were just posting for show instead of critique. I hope you'll post more!

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--John Keating, Dead Poets Society

Marcathrax

Well ive actually written several chapters on this story. Like i said i just do this for fun and to have people read it and enjoy it .Im not perfect nor am i a Stephen King or want to be a professional.I think i just came to the wrong place. Thanks for your time.