Post by weaponsmaster on Jul 25, 2006 19:36:02 GMT
Anya’s Story[/size]
This is Anya’s story. I thought that Anya need a story of her life on how she became the weapon masters…………………… well bitch lol so here it is
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First thought
Anya awoke early in the morning ready for the day she got up and ran downstairs. Her mother was slaving over the stove preparing breakfast
“Anya dear can you fetch six egg’s please?” asked Anya’s mother wiping her brow.
“Yes mom” replied Anya smiling
Anya skipped out the door to the hen house, she went inside and began searching for egg’s.
She collected twelve eggs and took them inside. She put six of the egg’s on the counter, and placed the spare six eggs in a basket.
“Mom ill go milk the cows” Anya said to her mother.
“Ok dear” replied her mother.
Anya ran out to the cowshed and began milking the cow. Her father entered the shed and began collecting his horse riding gear and his knights amour, and weaponry. He began slipping the amour on in his usual scruffy fashion Anya watched and giggled as she watched her father he heard her and looked.
“What do you think you laughing at!” he replied in a harsh tone
“Nothing father” she replied quickly and put her head down to continue milking
“I hope not for your sake” he replied as he grabbed her hair and pulled her down to the floor
“ahh” anya screamed
“Yes Scream no one will come, I never wanted you, I wanted a son to inherit my knighthood but no you came along , And ruined my dreams!”
Anya screamed louder a farmhand appeared
“Let her Go” he shouted
“What are you going to do” replied Anya’s father
The farm hand ran at her father with a pitchfork, her father swung round and smacked the boy with his sword.
“ill teach you to Disrespect your Master” bellowed Anya’s
“Noo!” Screamed Anya
He stabbed the boy through the chest
“Ahhrrg!” screamed out the boy
“Nooooo!” cried anya
Blood of the farmhand covered the floor Anya’s fathers sword dripped with blood……….
This is Anya’s story. I thought that Anya need a story of her life on how she became the weapon masters…………………… well bitch lol so here it is
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First thought
Anya awoke early in the morning ready for the day she got up and ran downstairs. Her mother was slaving over the stove preparing breakfast
“Anya dear can you fetch six egg’s please?” asked Anya’s mother wiping her brow.
“Yes mom” replied Anya smiling
Anya skipped out the door to the hen house, she went inside and began searching for egg’s.
She collected twelve eggs and took them inside. She put six of the egg’s on the counter, and placed the spare six eggs in a basket.
“Mom ill go milk the cows” Anya said to her mother.
“Ok dear” replied her mother.
Anya ran out to the cowshed and began milking the cow. Her father entered the shed and began collecting his horse riding gear and his knights amour, and weaponry. He began slipping the amour on in his usual scruffy fashion Anya watched and giggled as she watched her father he heard her and looked.
“What do you think you laughing at!” he replied in a harsh tone
“Nothing father” she replied quickly and put her head down to continue milking
“I hope not for your sake” he replied as he grabbed her hair and pulled her down to the floor
“ahh” anya screamed
“Yes Scream no one will come, I never wanted you, I wanted a son to inherit my knighthood but no you came along , And ruined my dreams!”
Anya screamed louder a farmhand appeared
“Let her Go” he shouted
“What are you going to do” replied Anya’s father
The farm hand ran at her father with a pitchfork, her father swung round and smacked the boy with his sword.
“ill teach you to Disrespect your Master” bellowed Anya’s
“Noo!” Screamed Anya
He stabbed the boy through the chest
“Ahhrrg!” screamed out the boy
“Nooooo!” cried anya
Blood of the farmhand covered the floor Anya’s fathers sword dripped with blood……….
