Interactive Story By TM Nortness

I asked dear members or cruisers of the web to submit either a story for the December Post series, Wonders of Wonders. There were two people who submitted a story and an experience and one I will publish as the last post of November(you are more than welcome to submit et cetrea;)). It is an interactive story by Mr. TM Nortness which he is currently writing. It is very intriguing and thank you, Mr. Nortness for taking your time to write this story!

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Trumpets boomed from far away. The sun shined down on the glorious stone giant. A castle! Birds flew in fright of the loud music and the sounds of cheers from the people of the village. The arena was set. Everyone had came from the shacks below to watch the knights clash. The suspense was high. Nobody knew when it would start. They would sometimes wait hours. But not today. The crowds grew silent rapidly. A handful of guards marched out, followed by servants carrying a large throne. The people all bowed down. The king has arrived. A large, plump man with a snowy grey beard in a robe. His throne was set. He sat in hesitation. The man slowly lifted his withered hand, and took a deep breath. "Let the games begin!!!" He shouted. The crowds erupted, more excited then ever. People shook the stands in delight. They watched as a large wooden door lifted itself from the ground, and a horse marched out. The trumpets changed to a different tune. It was almost drowned out by the people though. This was their favorite part. The prince participated in the ceremony. By participated, I mean he won all of the games. He was dressed in the most pompous robes in the kingdom, and the cheers grew even louder when he threw them off. The prince smirked to the crowds, and lifted a hand. "Now, now." He said. The crowds still raged. The prince scowled. "QUIET!!" He shouted furiously. The  excitement faded. He took a deep breath, and smiled again. "I'm afraid there were no knights in my father's battalion to fight me unfortunately." He gave the crowd another smirk ad they burst out laughing. The prince's hand stuck up again, and all was still. "So I have decided to try something new...." A skinny finger jolted up and pointed to the crowd. "One of YOU!! Will fight me!!!" The excitement exploded. "I will be accepting a volunteer... If you win, you will receive your weight in gold. If you lose...." The crowd chortled at his grim silence. "If no one volunteers, I will be picking somebody to fight me out of random. Now, who is brave enough to defeat me!" He pulled his sword, and pointed to the crowd. The excitement had left all. A small teenager stood up for a second, then a woman (his mother) pulled him back down. No one was dumb enough to fight the prince. A Cheshire grin had spread on his face. "Exactly what I expected." His sword was lifted once again to face the crowd. This time it moved across the crowds of worried faces. No one wanted to be picked. Something happened in the prince's eyes. A flicker of something devious. He had picked. The people looked more nervous then ever as they tried to stay out of the swords way. The sword had finally stopped.  "YOU SIR!!" They prince yelled. The crowds parted, to see who had been chosen. A figure sat alone. The prince smiled. "You have been chosen. Congratulations! Come out and show yourself to these people." To Be Continued...

The author lives in the hills of Willamina and is in 8th Grade.