Chapter one: the castle.

Sylvan Fitzgerald was tall; his armor was so heavy it took a minimum of 3 squires to carry it, but even in this heavy coat of metal he could creep upon unsuspecting foe, but none of that matters just now. Now he is going into his castle after a night in the forest, killing animals.  The gateman calls out, asking who he is.  Jacob doesn’t answer.  He doesn’t have to.  They can tell who he is.  The portcullis falls. The screeching destroys the ear. You don’t want to hear a portcullis fall.  You have to be careful in these times, spies were out in there thousands, no one was safe, there was nowhere to hide.  Someone comes out, it’s a knight.  He walks calmly over to me, and takes out his sword…

  We fought, fought over land that once was mine, but no more.  We climbed the stairs, fighting with our right hands, and then our left hands, because of the spirals in the stairs.  Until we stopped, stopped because the armor was so heavy it destroyed you slowly, eating away at you until you could only walk bending forwards. Then I ran, knowing that I could never win, he was to strong.  I ran this way and that.
Imagining that a sword will come down on my back, at any moment. Then I stopped.

My dad was hammering wildly on a piece of metal when I got home.  The sparks shimmering in the night air, like firefly's glowing in the wind.  I snuck past, not wanting him to know where I had been.  

Chapter two: in the devils hands.

I had woken one misty morning to find that I was to leave, leave the warming glow of the fire, its color so red it looked like an apple.  Me and my Father left for the village square at  3 o'clock.  the fog was still as thick as ever, its misty glow blocking out the little happiness that still survived  in the day.  the mist resembled hoe I felt, like a wall of sadness surrounding me.  we walked and walked until I felt as if we were goring around in circles.  Then we stopped.  I couldn't see much of the man, the mist whipping around his silhouette, all you could see was a shadow.  He talked quietly, so quietly that it sounded like the mist was whispering its mysterious secrets to us.  His lips hardly moved.  Then he turned, luring me forward like a wind pushing so hard that no one could resist it.  unwillingly I followed , not even aloud to say goodbye.  

Chapter three: 

But that was years ago, and then was then, and now is now.  the past can't harm your future, but it can change your future.  Now 15 years later I am still thinking about it, but no is not the time, sieging a castle