My brother Asher and I wrote this, and we’re just having a little bit of fun, since he’s good at these kinds of stories ( with battles, duels, and blood). And I’m good at the writing and typing it up. (“How do you change fonts???”)
We will post the other parts when they are done.
So far, we don’t have a title. If anybody has any ideas for a title, please let us know. So far, it’s just called Hunger for Blood ( the name of pt. 1)
(By the way, if anybody wants to write a story about something but are clueless, I have 37 drafts for stories, some more finished than others. )
The fox Callidus who was known for his cunning deception invited Mrs. Stork, Queen of the Northern Mountain, for dinner. Callidus served soup which was poisoned with serpent’s venom, but Mrs. Stork was no fool, and recognized its Dark Magic immediately. When she refused to eat the soup, Callidus drew his sword, and went for a thrust to the neck. But he underestimated her speed, and just as quickly she fought back with her beak which had been sharpened long ago when all birds joined forces to drive the evil serpent Malum deep in his cave. Little did Callidus know that she was well trained in the martial art of Stork-ery, which was an ancient, and forgotten deadly skill, only taught by the Imperial eagle, MongHali. Stork easily deflected his aggressive blows, but his style of fighting was different than what she was used to. By every blow She was getting weaker until her strength gave way and she fell to ground. As he lifted his sword above her head, about to end her life, when chief Hopkins General of Stork’s army came to her side and ended the duel against Callidus. “Haven’t you anything better to do?” Hopkins asked as he struck his sword upon his retreating enemy.
Callidus fled in the hidden tunnels to the Underworld and stood before Viribus, king of the Underworld and General of the Ulkan. “Do you have the Queen’s head?” Viribus demanded
“No, she was saved by one of her followers, a rabbit scum. I had to retreat.”
“No. You chose to retreat. You are weak and pathetic. And I have no need for you anymore. You have failed me.”
“But have I? I never said that she wouldn’t be dead. I simply said she has a guard and I cannot defeat him alone. Give me one Ulkan Soldier, and in twenty moons I will have her head.”
“Fine. But only twenty moons. I have plans for her majesty. And for her kingdom. The Beast Malum is growing impatient. He will bring fire on us if we take too long.”
“Don’t worry. Malum’s hunger for blood will soon be quenched with the Queen.”
The Prancing Pony Club 