Final Treehouse: A Story of a Kinght and his Compainions
A story thats starts off with a boy that is a mere 6 years of age in a village called Kitaru. A boy named Craig plays with all of the children of the village, with an arcade down the road from his cottage and a football given to him from his father it was easy to make friends. Craig was a small brown haired boy that was fairly plump. To him, death was probably the last thing on his mind and the first was icky cooties. Craig would also help people with chores when asked and no one even thought about his figure, but a boy named Joe would never come outside for his parents were poor and meek. Craig and Joe became good friends and there parents did as well ;). Craig would come over to his house to help him cut wood and play on his gameboy. A helpful boy craig was but his parents were also those who just met ends meet. He would ask his friends to help and they would at the bounce of a basketball.
A peaceful village Kitaru was but it was in the path of a obease and obscure villian/demon. His name made the children of any village tremble and his steps would also. He had just pillaged the village of Aori which is not very far from Kitaru and the guards of Kitaru were frightened by the rumors of him. Although his name is terrifying the people of the village have suppressed his name so much it just became a lost memory.
One fateful night, Craig heard a noise. A noise that made a sound like a large train barrelling towards the village. Craig's parents heard the noise also and picked up me up and looked outside the window. A bright light was the only sight before a large noise and fire was seen outside. My parents held me close and told me to crawl outside to the back. I did as they told and the rest I heard was only this.
"Sir Peter, may I destroy these weak souls," "Yeah, whatever, there house isn't big enough anyway."
My house was set a blaze and I just sat and watched it in tears. The one they called Peter was him. He looked over his mammoth gut with a piece of feasent in his hands and laughed at me. Soon after he punted me into the Kitaru river and finished the inferno that was Kitaru. Being of only 6 the only way I could survive certain death by drowning, I did what instinct told me to do and started flailing my arms and legs in sequence. In a amazing fate of miracle I began to move toward shore.
I make my way to shore and find my way back to the village. When i find my home or what used to be my home i see a rubble filled village and my decappitated parents. I go to the front of the village only to find my mother's and father's heads on stakes. I crawl back to the cottage and sit next to my parents and sob, I sob until the cries are so loud that a boy i know comes to me. It was Joe and he was as devastated as I was. We sat and shed a tear for those lost, which happened to be over a hundred. It was a dark day in Kitaru when Joe said:
"Craig...we may be young, but we have to do something about this. We have to avenge our fallen loved ones..."
I nodded and we began in rebuilding the village...
After nearly 2 years the village is almost back to stregnth and more people have come to help. Even though there was a smidgen of the villages population left, people from across the land have come to rebuild fallen colonies. When people came back the village became once again peaceful and calm.
Joe and I have built more than half of the village from scratch with help from the others and have became stronger than before. We have became so much stronger that if we were to spar it would be one of the greatest battles we could ever imagine. We have also became equipped with swords and knives to help feed the village and become weapons that would someday kill the one called peter. When I was walking along playing my gameboy one day I came across a boy running toward the cemetary with a knife. I hurried to him and as he was holding his arms in front of him I grabbed them so he could not move. Thank goodness I had been building buildings or I would not have enough stregnth to hold the boys arms back, even though i still had a plump stomache.
I looked at him and asked him, "What were your intentions?" He looked up at me and struggled to impale himself. I urged him to stop by giving him my gameboy. He looked at me confused as if I had told him to stand up and kill himself. I told him to start a game of pokemon, and he put down the knife and took the gameboy out of my hands so daintly. He sat down and started to cry but then just played the game.
I was later to find out that this young boy of dark skin and a dark purple hair would be called Ritchi. We became best of friends and I had almost forgot about my training with Joe. Ritchi san and I would go to the arcade everyday to play some games and just have fun trying make make life seem fun. After I would go with Joe into the woods to practice with the swords of Joe's ancestors. He gave me a sword for to keep that had a red end and etching on the butt of the sword that said, "Pick it up, Pick it up." I knew someday we would part but i had no idea when.
That fateful day would come earlier then expected, 5 years. I was now a boy of 13 old enough to leave with a permit and strong enough to take a arrow in the stomach, which never left me. I overheard two village guards conversing,
"So did ya hear?"
"Hear what?"
"Hear about him..."
"SHHH, we darest not speakith of him"
"Cut the accent crap"
A grunt would follow
"He has been spotted pillaging with his band of skablamyins only a league away!"
GASP! from me and the guards
"HEY! Who be spyinth on our dialougeth!?"
"I said cut the bloody accent!"
I fleed to the king to ask for a permit to leave. The king Told me i needed to defeat a royal guard. I knew i was strong enough to defeat a guard so i willingly accepted the challenge.
When the Guard charged at me with his lance i dove out of the way and threw a concealled shuriken at his arm. It hit with cat like agility and the guard was screeching in pain. I jump over him and threw my sword at his neck and told him to surrender. With a wimper like a small puppy he surrendered and I took my shuriken back. The king wrote a permit for me and I went home to pack my things. I went to Joe and told him of the terrors and he wanted to go with me and I accepted his offer.
We set off in the morning and as I exited the gates i heard a cry from the village.
"CRAIG!!!"
I did not want ritchi san to find out i had to leave so i spared him the pain of telling. I had not assumed he would find out, so i quickly responded. "I must go, it is the only thing I can do" He yelled "Dont forget about me!" And I yelled "Im coming back! Someday we'l see each other again! I promise!" I was soon off to find Sir peter and to seek revenge on my parents, and loved ones from the village. Surely the road ahead will be treacherous but Joe and I will train even more hard for the sake of our honor and lives.