Grandfather tell me a story
Alright go and get your storybook
No no not one of those a real story
A real story?
Yes tell me about when you were a boy
Well then I shall have to take you back
with me a long way in time
I was my thirteenth year on a cold winter's
day as I walk through the enchanted
forest I heard the sound of horses and men
at arms. I felt compelled to walk on and
find the place of these sounds. And when
the forest did clear I was standing on a hill
Before me the armies of the world
standing waiting. I thought to myself for
whom or for what are they waiting?
Suddenly a gust of wind came up from the
north. There appeared a lone rider holding
a sword of steel. Then from the south came
another bearing a battle ax. From the east
came a third holding a spiked club. And
finally from the west a rider who wielded
a great hammer of war. With them came
their soldiers of death followed by an
army of immortals. They were few in number
but the look in their eyes told all who
beheld them that they would leave this day
only in victory or death and there was a
great silence... My heart began to pound. Storm clouds
filled the sky with darkness. Rain came. And
the four winds blew with such anger that I
held fast to a tree. I watched the four
riders raise their weapons into the air
without warning .Screaming their war cry
they led the attack. Down to the battle they
rode. They met the armies of the world with
a mighty clash.
I could feel the ground shake.
The earth drank much blood that day.
Each of the four was unto himself. A
whirlwind of doom.
When the smoke did clear many thousands
were dead. There was much blood and gore.
Their bodies lay broken and scattered
across the battlefield like brown leaves
blown by the wind. And I saw the four ride
together to the top of the hill. While below
them the soldiers of death assembled. All
Those who would now swear allegiance
to them.
And the four spoke the words of the
warriors prayer:
Gods of war I call you.
My sword
is by my side.
I seek a life of honor, free from
all false pride.
I will crack the whip with a bold
mighty hail.
Cover me with death if I should
ever fail.
Glory, majesty, unity
Hail, Hail, Hail
And as I stood and looked on I heard the
armies of the world hail them without
end and their voices of victory carried
long and far throughout the land.
Well that's it. Did you like the story?
Yeah it was great.
Oh good. I'm glad. Now off to bed with you.
Grandfather?
Yes?
Who were those four men?
Who were they?
They were the metal kings!
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