It was a cold night..The speartons,swordwrath,and shadowrath slept in their chambers..One swordwrath,was named David,and was rather clumsy.But had big dreams,dreams to one day become an advanced and experienced swordwrath,called,a shadowrath,and learn the art of the bow. As he slept in the chamber,he began to dream,dream nightmares...and his worst one. His illusion was that he was in a large numbered army.However...he was to attack by himself,to save population.As the boy ran out,he found in the midst,an army of 'Dark Knights'.
The boy stood there,feeling cold,scared,useless,and pointless.....He ran out to attack,for he knew he was worthless,and he was immediatley rammed.He woke up screaming. A spearton woke up."What is it?",he said in a deep and cracky voice."It was a dream,wasn't it?Go back to sleep."David grabbed his arm ''Um....Hey,uh,am I worthless to Order?" The spearton looked over at him....."You swordwrath are as big a part of Order as we Speartons are.
I need to work on it,eh?? Still editing it :P