Writing A story
Selo found himself in a dire predicament, surrounded by nine formidable adversaries closing in on him. His heart pounded in his chest as he desperately searched for an escape route. Alas, his path was obstructed by a towering and resolute 8-foot wall. Panic threatened to consume him, but Selo's determined gaze swept across his surroundings, refusing to succumb to defeat.
With unwavering agility, he sprang into action, sprinting towards a magnificent pine tree that stood proudly beside the daunting obstacle. Summoning every ounce of strength in his arms, he hoisted himself up onto the lower branches, resembling a nimble forest creature moving with incredible grace.
Branch by branch, Selo made his way upward, defying gravity as he ascended closer to the towering wall. The wind whispered through the leaves, encouraging him to persist. In this moment, he made a daring decision, driven by his unyielding spirit.
Summoning unparalleled bravery, Selo flung himself from the heights, casting aside all fears. However, the forces of nature conspired against his leap. Gravity became his unyielding adversary, causing him to tumble through the air, his stomach churning with anxiety.
The outcome seemed inevitable as Selo collided with the unforgiving stone wall, his body wracked with pain. Sliding down to the ground, he found himself right back where he started, the impact knocking the wind out of him and rendering him unconscious.
When Selo finally awoke, the dimly lit room surrounding him offered no clue as to his whereabouts. His head throbbed with pain, and every limb cried out from the fall. As he turned his head, he glimpsed a blurry figure – a person, he presumed.
"Ah, you're awake," the figure spoke, prompting Selo's attention. "My Lord Centbury will be pleased to hear of this. He has questions for you."
Selo strained his eyes to focus on the blurry figure, who promptly left the room only to return with a group of men by his side. One among them, a man bearing an air of authority, introduced himself as Lord Centbury, the ruler of the land they now resided, at least a ruler under the king
"Firstly, I must know what brings a Lionton warrior like yourself into my brothers Kingdom. My brother who is king" Lord Centbury declared, his voice commanding and filled with suspicion. "You belong to the Lionton kingdom. Are you a spy, one of those who infiltrate these lands?"
Selo still drowsy and confused from his fall spoke not, only he turned his head to meet lord Centbury's gaze. Then mustering up his strength he muttered. No, no I am no spy. He turned his head and groaned.
Lord Centbury took a step closer to the bed were Selo lie. His forehead wrinkled as he stared into Selos face. Then he sighed and said tell me your name.
Selo took a moment to collect himself, fighting through the pain that throbbed throughout his body. "My name is Selo," he answered, his voice slightly hoarse. "I am a warrior from the Lionton kingdom, I am not a spy.
Brother to the Lionton queen he asked his forehead wrinkling one more. By all means, your queen, your akinga as you call her.
My father Selo Whispered He was king. My sister, he groaned.
Centbury smiled Tino he shouted, with in a few minutes a tall figure entered the room. Bring word to both my brothers. That Selo brother of the Lionton queen is here.
Since you claim to be who I think you are. There is someone who will be glad to see you.
Well had regained all consciences. Now he understand well where he was. He was in Pallmer city. With in the castle walls. Hope flickered within him as he waited, his body still weak from the fall. Who on eathe in this kingdom would be glad to see him. Moments later, the door swung open, and a familiar figure stepped through.
"Selo!" a soft, trembling voice called out, filled with both relief and trepidation.
Selo's eyes widened as he recognized his sister, princess Anlle standing before him. She rushed to his side, her usually bit of authority she had normally showed him before he was knighted, ah and before she married Centbury replaced by a young beautiful lady and it seemed she was more lady like. At that moment there seemed she let out a flood of emotions.
Oh, Selo when was the last time I saw you, she sobbed ah, the day Centbury and I got married.
Selo looked at Centbury, and felt angered he hated Centbury. He had begged his sister not to marry him. Though all she had said was that it was her choice. But as a knight how could Selo let that bother him.
Aah, to long sister he said only to calm her. He smiled he knew.his sister was happy here. She only n was crying because she had heard of his fall from the wall and also because it had been so long.
Centbury took a step towards the bed Aah, I recognised you slightly just was unable to come up with you name. How could I not know my brother in law.
Selo smiled Anlle he said tell me how you are...but .. Why ..I can't say here Centbury he cried out suddenly whist sitting up but his head began to pound fearsly, so groaning he laid down. Centbury chuckled of course you can stay here, you are in no condition to go any where. By tomorrow you may fill well enough to get up. Till then you will rest!!!
Selo sighed, he knew that Centbury was right, but he hated to agree with him. So he let the thought that he was to weak together up even if he did Centbury would try to stop him and he was to weak to fight him.
So he sighed and soon fell asleep. The next morning Sell awoke and was well enough to attend to the dining hall there Centbury talked about this that any lord of a city would talk about. Well Selo remained cautious of what he said to Centbury. Then Centbury said something that caught his attention. Ah, my brother wants you to go to Royal city.
What one asked Selo.
Oh, fademore you know the one that is king replied Centbury
Selo sighed he felt safe talking with Fademore he was known for his kindness even towards criminals, so thing Selo knew that the Lionton queen would never do even though a woman. But Fademore was a strong man he loved his brothers and his cousins. They all had part in ruling this lovely Kingdom. Aah, some times Selo wished his queen ruled there kingdom that way. Selo was not afraid of Fademore one Well was a brave knight second Selo knew that Fademore loved his family members, even his in laws.
Selo nodded in agreement, a sense of relief washing over him. If he had to face anyone in this uncertain situation, Fademore would be the best choice. With Centbury's blessing, Selo prepared himself for the journey to Royal City, the heart of the kingdom where his sister's husband held the highest authority.
As he traveled, Selo's mind was plagued with questions. What did Fademore want with him? What role did he have to play in this grand scheme? The uncertainty weighed heavily on his shoulders, but his determination to protect his family fueled his resolve.
Upon reaching Royal City, Selo was greeted by Fademore's guards, who led him through the grand halls and corridors of the castle. The opulence of the surroundings was overwhelming, but Selo remained focused on the task ahead.
Finally, he was brought before Fademore, the wise and just ruler of the land. The king's introspective eyes flickered with both curiosity and concern as he studied Selo, who stood before him with a mix of apprehension and determination.
"Selo," Fademore finally spoke, a hint of familiarity in his tone, "I have heard of your feats on the battlefield, your loyalty to your people, and your dedication to protecting those you hold dear. You have proven yourself to be a valiant warrior."
Selo's heart swelled with pride at the king's words, his posture straightening. "Thank you, Your Majesty. It is an honor to stand before you."
Fademore nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I did not summon you to Royal City merely to praise your bravery. There is a darkness spreading in our kingdom—a dangerous plot that threatens the stability and peace we have worked so hard to maintain."
Selo's brows furrowed in concern as the weight of the situation settled upon him. "What is the nature of this plot, Your Majesty? How can I help?"
Fademore's gaze intensified, his voice grave. "There are whispers of treason, the infiltration of corrupt forces seeking to undermine our kingdom from within. We need warriors like you, Selo, individuals who can see through the deceit and bring justice to the guilty."
Selo's determination ignited once more, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his sword. "I will do whatever it takes, Your Majesty. I will root out this treachery and ensure the safety of our great kingdom."
Fademore's countenance softened as he placed a hand on Selo's shoulder. "I trust in your courage and loyalty, Selo. But remember, in the face of darkness, we must remain vigilant and true to our principles. Trust no one until their loyalty is proven."
Selo nodded solemnly, his heart swelling with a conflicting mix of dread and determination. The burden of responsibility weighed heavily upon his shoulders, but he knew that for the sake of his kingdom and his family, he had to succeed.
And so, Selo embarked on a new journey—one that would test his loyalty, forge unbreakable alliances, and force him to confront the darkest corners of his kingdom. In this battle between light and dark, he would prove himself to be not just a warrior, but a true hero—a beacon of hope in a world consumed by treachery.