Superfluousness

“My liege, I humbly offer my own life in apology for the mistakes of the men. The Wizard has escaped.” said the head guardsman, Lord Bryant. He was a handsome man with long dark hair, as black as night, grey eyes, and a scar across his left cheek. His Second in Command, Lord Pasley, a blond man with not nearly as much grace or good looks, stayed completely silent next to him. They knelt before King Harry VI, his Royal consort Princess Gertrude, and the Royal Advisor Sir Davrem Ayabara, who sto

The night felt damp, though no rain fell. Our hero, if you can call him that, moved soundlessly through the dark, as though his feet never touched the ground. He was quite young - he looked to be in his late teens. He gripped a large staff with what seemed to be an eagle carved into the top of it. The sounds of a chase followed him. Men wielding swords were shouting to each other, and holding flaming torches aloft, trying to see through the veil of darkness surrounding them. He knew they were

Who is this strange boy? What has he done to attract the Royal Guard's attention? Will he be able to escape with his life and freedom? Only time will tell.

It was on the Russell Howard Show a while ago. Doesn't make me well up any less, now, though. =) He is amazing.

My list of favourite bands/artists is endless. I'll keep it as short as I can. The Dresden Dolls, The Decemberists, Regina Spektor, Chameleon Circuit (What? I love Doctor Who.), IAMX, Frightened Rabbit, The Smiths, Jeff Buckley, Nick Drake, The Mountain Goats, The Magnetic Fields, Neutral Milk Hotel, Louis XIV, Arcade Fire, Rilo Kiley, Tilly and the Wall, Sigur R

This is a really lovely idea, Viv. I think I'll do it, too. Thank you for sharing this. =)