Death. Prologue Through the battle He walks, skilfully cutting down all those who oppose him, without a scratch or dent on his armour, without even being hit by a weapon. This mysterious warrior, who is He? I am your worst nightmare. He charges, and u brace yourself, sweeping your weapon, He ducks and stabs you through your heart, bringing you off the ground, He whispers "I am your worst nightmare, for I am death."
Nice story plot Kronoss. Your great at writting better than i was when i wrote my first narrative . ~ Jennifer
Chapter 1. Jake had an average life, for a kid in the 1500's, wars always going on, diseases, death. He smiled at his best friend, alex. She'd always been there for him. He looked around and adjusted his sword. He's coming. "Alex come here." jake smiled. She came and sat next to him, playing with her knife. There he was. "So, have you thought about my offer, jake?" he smiled. "Yes, and i would take you up on it, on the condition, that alex comes with us." jake said casually. "Ok, lets go." he said, they got up and walked off, jake drawing his sword, alex drawing her knife, him drawing pressing the recess for his hidden blades.
Jake winced as the blade cut down to his neck, but let it, it fell off him harmlessly, "Very good, you have learnt you can no longer die" Flecth smirked
Jake, tobi, alex and Charlie were left, and 40 of them surrounding them. Jake paced forward, measuring each step. "You stop now!" his attacker said Jake kept walking. His attacker drew his sword and charged, jake disarmed him and chopped his sword in half. "Nice try" Jake said, slicing of his head. "So who's next?" Jake said, as his companions finished off the rest. "Oh no-one eh?" Jake said, sheathing his sword.