TheAuthor5590

I decided to post a story of my own. Let me know what you think. Settle in, little ones. It’s storytime! Once Upon a Time…. It was a time of chaos and war in the land of Fantonia. A seemingly never-ending battle between two opposing and dominating sides, Littles and Amazonians, of the realm that continued to wage on. Violence and bloodshed reigned supreme, no clear end to the ancient feud in sight. It seemed that every day, the call for knights remained at an all-time high and only got bigger and bigger per day. Throughout the world, men, women, and even children would be forced to enlist or volunteer themselves as they wished to seek their glory and victory among the dangers and wonders in this realm of magic and mythological creatures. One of these individuals who seeked glory by volunteering themselves was Michael Desmith. A green-eyed young man who had light freckles on his face and short ivy-league dirty blond hair. He stood at 6’1” height and had an athletic muscular build to his body. He was a proud member of the Little species. You may be asking yourself just what is a Little or even an Amazon for that matter? You see in Fantonia, Amazons were a species of tall humans who’s heights typically range from 12ft to around 25 feet usually. They looked totally human, no gruesome features or even low intelligence, they were just really really tall. The species even had their own gowns, armors, tunics, and cloaks to dress themselves with. It was only because of the cruel rumors started by the Trolls that everyone thought they wore loincloths and were incredibly stupid. On the other side of them were the Littles. A species of humans who were actually a normal sized height despite what everyone thought. Humans were only considered small because they lived in a realm of mythological creatures that usually ended up being bigger than them so the name kind of just stuck. Much like the Amazonian species, Littles too had their own gowns, armors, tunics, and cloaks to dress themselves with. What’s interesting is that they once had the power to perform magic but sadly, the ability became lost to time and now Littles, like everyone else, relied on weapons and armor to defend themselves. The reason these two species were fighting though was rather… odd. For you see, Amazons, while taller than littles, weren’t considered to be Giants who typically ranged from 40-50 feet at the very least. So to an Amazon, a normal sized Little wasn’t so much an insect but rather a baby or young toddler in terms of height that is. And so, they demanded that Littles join with the Amazons and be treated by the size they were for the tall humans. Naturally, the regular-sized humans rallied against it and drove back any Amazons from their home-land thus sparking a never ending conflict between the two sides. Anyways, more on that later. Let’s return to our tale shall we? Now, where were we? Ah yes, I had just mentioned Michael…. Michael Desmith was, like many who came before him, another young man seeking his fortune and eternal glory in Fantonia. Though he had a roguish charm, decent physique, and a curious mind to him, he was effectively a nobody from his small no-named village. Still, that hasn't stopped the young man from desiring to find everlasting glory. Having grown up in an orphanage, the dark brown-haired boy had always felt forgotten and unloved. He had found solace in reading books about brave knights, fire breathing dragons, and damsels-in-distress as a young child which had inspired him to find out what he wanted in life. He wanted to become a knight! Everyone would tell him that it was a dangerous world for a Little and to try and achieve knighthood during such dark times was a foolhardy and insane idea. As he grew older, the world continued to be torn apart by conflict while showing no intention of stopping. Such harsh realities and cold truths didn't stop Michael from imagining the places he'd go and the people he'd help. Even at twelve years old, he never lost his hopeful dream of the future. As the years went by, Michael Desmith grew up, planning to become a brave and daring knight who would save people with a smile on his face. He became educated, built his body up to gain muscle, and even trained with how to use a sword and shield! He found work as a squire to earn both money and experience, even managing to buy a small one-bedroom room at an inn after turning eighteen. It took him an additional five years before he had enough money to buy a suit of leather armor, an actual sword, and the gear to become an able knight. By the time the twenty-three year old was finally ready, he had heard that the Little and Amazon conflict was at an all-time high. But he had finally been given his first real mission. No more scrubbing other’s armors, no more meaningless tasks like fetching morning ale and cleaning horse poop, no more being treated like a mutt. Finally, after all the humiliation he endured. It was finally his moment to shine! The shining knight’s chestnut-colored noble stead, Bastien, trotted along the dirt road of the green forest as the horse and his rider rode towards his destination. He had been given a rather easy quest by the King and Queen, to hand-deliver a message to a local watchtower found at Evergreen Hill. His first real quest was a big deal and a huge honor for the new knight. An actual real quest that involved venturing out into the dangerous world where he might not make it back, how terrifyingly exciting! Although along the way, the knight had made a quick habit of doing some minor odd jobs here or there along the way, killing stray wolves and mutts of the like. The dirty-blonde haired man steadily continued on his journey towards the watchtower, with any luck he’d hopefully be there soon since it was typically only a few days' journey and it had been three already. It was on his fourth day that Michael came across an encounter that would change his life. He was trotting his horse along the dirt road when he heard it. A scream for help! Wasting no time, Micheal had Bastien move at a much faster pace than before towards the cry for help. This was his chance! To be able to help someone in need, it was why he became a knight in the first place and what he swore an oath to. It was a few minutes later when he stumbled upon the scene…. ______ Now, let’s take a break from Michael’s story while I tell you the other important character of our tale… The elegant black carriage drove along the forest path towards its destination, two horses carrying it as the rider whipped them to move faster through the possibly dangerous woods. Inside the carriage were two women, both dressed rather elegantly. One woman was older-looking, seemingly around middle-aged. She was a tall, stern-looking woman with black graying hair and blue eyes. Said hair was dressed in a tight bun, her current clothing consisted of a long navy dress that fit elegantly with her slim figure, and her facial expression was stiff and regal, not revealing any emotions on her face. The second woman was on the opposite side of her. She looked to be in her very early twenties and the very definition of beauty. Her long dark brunette hair was long enough to reach her shoulder and wavy at the end, her eyes were a lovely shade of hazel, fair Caucasian skin combined with pink lips. Her clothing was quite a contrast compared to the other woman, she wore brown trousers for pants and a white blouse for a shirt. “I still don’t see why we have to do this.” The younger woman told the older one, making her sigh as if she had heard this question a thousand times before which in her defense, she had, “Chances are they won’t even notice if we arrive.” “Trust me, they’ll notice.” The graceful woman spoke, memories of when she was much younger briefly flashing in her mind, “It’s bad enough you’re not properly dressed.” “Corsets make it impossible to breathe.” The long-haired woman complained, “who’s to say what I’m wearing isn’t proper anyways.” “You know that’s not how it works, Elizabeth Burton.” The blond woman reminded her, “There is a hierarchy to things and there are certain social expectations and obligations that people expect of you.” “It’s times like this I miss Father.” The revealed Elizabeth sighed, staring out the window watching as the forest passed them by, before realizing what she said as she met her mother’s eyes again, looking apologetic and regretful, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” “It’s okay, darling.” Her mother, also known as Freya Burton, let a small sad smile show on her face, “I miss him too. It’s times like this when he would know what to do especially now. You remind me so much of him.” “I do?” Elizabeth wondered, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, having heard not many stories about her father over the years. It was always a treat when she managed to get her mother to speak of him, albeit indirectly and sometimes accidental like now. “Of course.” Freya softly smiled again, deciding to indulge her daughter, “everything about you screams him. Your independence, cunning, even your intelligence is all him. Sometimes it feels like I’m talking to a younger version of him.” Elizabeth beamed brightly at that, quite liking the so many similarities she had with her father. Even if he had passed away before she had gotten to know him, still found herself missing him quite dearly. Sometimes it felt like he had been the only one to truly understand her. She could only imagine what it was like for her mother who thought he was her soul mate. “I was going to wait before giving you this but I suppose now’s as good a time as any.” Freya decided, leaning forward as she took off her necklace she was famously known for wearing. It was a simple amulet that had a dark purple stone on it attached to a black cord. While high society considered it to be a stain of a disgusting memory, she refused to take it off for anyone. It was one of the things she refused to bend the knee over, “Your father spent weeks earning money to pay for it. He would have wanted you to have it.” “It’s beautiful.” The brunette admired before putting it on her own neck, vowing to never take it off either. “Yes, I quite thought so too.” The elegant Amazon woman smiled, remembering much happier times from way back when, “Now, could you try and manage a smile for the party?” Elizabeth sighed, not wanting to start another argument with her mother over it, however as she opened her mouth, to comply or to speak against it was anyone’s guess, but just as she did, a loud quaking was suddenly felt followed by a yelping sound coming from outside. “What’s going on here?!” The brunette yelled, against the shaking of the rumbling carriage, as it slowly came to a halt, stopping completely in its tracks. The two women shared uneasy looks with each other, a nervous feeling growing between them. “Maybe, it’s nothing.” Freya nervously suggested before yelling in a slightly louder commanding tone, “I say driver, what’s going on out there?” A long pause… No response… Tension slowly builds up… “Mother, stay here ok?” Elizabeth told the other woman as she moved to get out of the carriage “What are you insane?!” Freya whisper-shouted, looking deeply concerned for her only daughter, “It’s dangerous out there? Why are you leaving?!” “We don’t know that for sure. The driver might just be stopping for a random check.” The brunette reminded her as she gently opened the door to exit, “I’m just going to see if he needs any help is all.” And as the woman shut the door, her mother’s warnings and begs began to slowly fade out. Elizabeth began to walk forward, so far it seemed nothing was wrong. But it was quiet, perhaps too quiet. “Mr. Prescott? Are you okay?” The woman called out, looking worried and nervous, when there was no response back, “Hello? Is anyone there?” Again, no reply. How worrying. Expecting to be met with the personal driver, the brunette was greeted with a rather unexpected sight. The driver was there alright, recognizing the familiar uniform of her family’s servants to show who they worked for, but it seemed he was now currently unconscious on the dirt ground as a group of ogres stood over him, holding blunt instruments, snarling and sinisterly smiling as they all cackled maliciously. Oh, Ogres, how frightening for dear Elizabeth. I wonder what will happen next? The noble woman recognized the pack of creatures, having read stories about them as a young child. They had a red skin color, their noses were either extremely big and bulbous or long and narrow like a beak almost, all of their teeth were sharp and crooked. They were all plump and overweight, hair was growing in an assortment of odd places. Their “armor” wasn’t so much armor but rather thick heavy clothing that covered their bodies. “Well, look what we have here, boys.” You could say the leader pointed out making the group all turn to look to see a beautiful and scared woman was watching them from her hiding place near the carriage, “Another Amazon, eh? And quite a looker too.” The tall woman had no time to react as one of the Ogre’s grabbed her from behind, forcibly holding her still as he began bringing her over to the eagerly awaiting group. Elizabeth tried struggling against her captor but it proved useless since her strength wasn’t stronger compared to the mythical being currently capturing her. At least, it seemed her mother was currently safe since they assumed the Amazonian brunette was alone. “Let go!” The noblewoman demanded as she struggled, “Let go of me!” “Keep fighting and I’ll show you just how gentle I’m really being.” The red-skinned monster whispered in her ear, his breath smelling like a mixture of roadkill and spoiled milk, but the graceful woman still complied, not wanting to risk harm to herself. “That’s better.” It was then that they met the rest of the ogres, the one holding her hostage was traveling with. They all snarled and roared as she was brought over to them. If she wasn’t an Amazon, they would probably be looming over her but they weren’t and everyone was on similar height. “What should we do with her boss?” The Ogre holding her asked. “Tie her up for now.” The boss Ogre, he wore black face paint presumably to show his face-paint over the others, his voice gruff and hoarse, “Then search the carriage, we’ll see if she left any expensive goodies in there.” ‘Sh*t, Mother is in there.’ Elizabeth’s eyes widened with fear, she could handle anything happening to her but she’d be beside herself if anything happened to her black-haired parent. She needed some type of distraction fast! However, before she could cause one herself, a silver figure burst onto the scene. The silver figure was small, really small, or at least compared to the Amazonian woman and the Ogres anyways. They were dressed in a knight’s armor, obviously silver in color, and held a sword and shield, the emblem of Little nation on it, in a threatening way. However it didn’t seem to garnish the reaction they were hoping for. “HAHAHAHAH!” The Ogres all laughed around the woman, clearly amused to see such a small figure try to be intimidating. Elizabeth held pity for the Little, even if the two species were currently on opposing sides it still didn’t mean she was cruel enough to harbor a sadistic amusement at seeing one pose as a knight, “Aww, what a cutie. Why don’t you go running back to your mommy and daddy before you get hurt.” Their reactions clearly didn’t intimidate the little like they were clearly hoping for. Instead, the knight rushed the group, charging at them as he swung his sword. Since he was only about ankle high with them, the knight was forced to swing upward in a diagonal thrust as high as he could. It did achieve some success however since he managed to stab one of the Ogres in the stomach making the monster howl with rage, clearly now angry with the little knight. The monstrous behemoth swung his wooden club back at the Little. Thankfully, it seemed the champion was an expert dodger since the Ogre’s attacks proved useless and ineffective. The hero proved themselves to be quite capable though since they managed to provide a series of attacks that cut the Ogre with their sword. Their luck didn’t last forever though. The attacking Ogre finally managed to get a good hit in, knocking the Little a foot back, now dazed. The monster used this to his advantage as he raised his club before dropping it down on the knight’s head, a loud clanging sound happened when the wood met metal. It was then that the knight’s helmet fell open, broken on the ground, revealing his face to the world…. The young woman let out a quiet gasp. The Little was, like most of his kind, incredibly cute! The noble-woman normally didn’t understand the infatuation other Amazons had with Little humans but seeing this adorable knight try and protect her, only to get hurt in the process. Well, it reared long buried maternal instincts within her that frankly, the brunette didn’t even know she had. This little boy didn’t deserve to be hurt simply for protecting her. Elizabeth had to do something! Hmm, what’s that smell? Oh, does someone need a diaper change? Why don’t we take a break so I can give you a quick change.