My first story in fictionpress! hope you lke it! if you hav any ideas on how to improve ,feel free to tell me..yuki
In a peaceful kingdom known as Senerity, ruled by King Julian, late queen grace and their adopted son,
ray ban aviators, Grasier, a story like none ever known in Senerity was unfolding. This story, which would be sung by bards for centuries to come was told to me by mother and her mother to her, for many years my ancestors had harbored this story, but now, it is time that the world knows the story of the
footsteps of the past…
In a day just like any other, a young boy of 14 was causing havoc in the village of Screa, Again. As the butcher yelled continuously, the boy just laughed and ran on, unaware of the blacksmith following him at a fast pace. That is, until he came upon the castle and stopped. It was gorgeous! How he wished he could live there! If only for one day! Stephan is ordinary peasant, he has the same problems with they have. He gossiped about the latest news from the king, he laughed at their mistakes and complained about things about which he was not satisfied, but most of all, like every other peasant, he wanted to be royalty. Who wouldn't? Everyone knows that they get everything they please and can do everything they wished-"GOTCHA! You pesky peasant boy, what sort of joke is it to put horse muck in the barber's shaving cream?"
Stephan sighed 'here we go again he thought'-"and what kind of name is Stephan for a peasant anyway it's a name for royalty! Not an annoying orphaned troublemaker like you! You don't even know who your parents are! Be absolutely glad we even raised you! You ungrateful wreck of a boy!" screeched the blacksmith,
Damen Puma Schuhe, intent of getting his message across to the boy. Stephan, on the other hand, was only thinking of how he could get away from the shower of spit coming his way and decided that the spit, if he stood a
little farther would not be able to reach him. But of course, the lovely shower in the name of Mr. Coal wouldn't, let hem get even one inch away considering that he liked face to face communication, until there was only a finger's width between them. -"you are to do double chores mister!"
Ah, he though here we go.
That was the main idea of his speech. Ever since he could talk, Stephan was informed that he was an aristocratically named, orphaned, peasant boy. He was made to do almost all the work that Mr. Coal's lovely wife couldn't do because of, as he put it, her delicateness. Of course, she didn't take Mr. Coal's name when she married him because 'coal was a positively manly name' Mr. Coal and his wife were blacksmiths by blood but they liked to pretend that they were the lord and lady of the village. And spent a great amount of time finessing their etiquette, language and connections, in other words they were the most well mannered and kindest in the village. Or so the public thought. It was because of this reputation that Stephen had been put in their house. In their village, it was rare for an orphan to exist and it was quite a high honor to raise him. Until of course they realized he was a human and therefore required time and then he was thought of as a burden, or in their eyes, a potential slave. Luckily, the laws of the village forbid more than a certain amount of unwilling labor. of course, Stephen's lovely family had found a loophole,
Casquettes Gucci, punishment. In the security of their home, the lazy people who thought too highly of themselves was revealed and Stephan was valued slightly less than the broken old anvil in the workshop that was used as a footstool .hence, he dreamed of a life elsewhere and caused trouble to all the villagers every week to prove himself of value.
Stephan had many fellow renegades, or so he thought of himself as such, but the villagers never minded, as usually their pranks were harmless and caused laughs and excitement in the otherwise dull village. After all he was only 14! A young lad of that age was hardly anything to get worked up about! Of course the blacksmith thought otherwise, and used every opportunity to get him to do more work around the cottage. Every day, when Stephan's work was done and the house had not a speck of dust, he would go to this bedroom in the upper-right corner of the attic and look at the castle before planning his weekly escapades. But today, having to do double chores he just dropped to the bed, exhausted. Little did he know that this would be his last day as a peasant or else perhaps he would have thought about it more…
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