Okay, just wanted to say to Snoopy, as much as I love you (speaking in a
strictly platonic way) that Elena didn't write this. I, Akiko, did. I
mean, it's okay if you think Elena did, but yeah...just thought I'd stick
up for myself, take credit for what I did. Of course, this fic wouldn't
have gotten ANYWHERE without the lovely Elena there to post it. So, yes,
credit does go to Elena for creating the account and posting the story,
but the story is mine. (Mine! All MINE! ::evil laughter, choking,
hacking, wheezing::)
Okay, now that I have THAT off my chest, here we go! Final chapter!
(dun dun dum...) I know that parts of this fic have been REALLY lame (so
why am I taking credit for it...? Oh yeah, to not tarnish Elena's
reputation with this trash...) but I hope this is a fitting end. ENJ-
Isaac: ::in marker that writes in different colors "Ahem"::
Oh, and Isaac apparently wants to say something.
Isaac: ::in the happy special rainbow colored marker "Yes. Akiko
doesn't own anything, enjoy the fic"::
I could of said that.
Isaac: ::in split purple and yellow "But it's my job!"::
Oh. Right. Thanks, Isaac.
Isaac: ::in greenish blue "Your welcome"::
Okay, here's the end!
********
One Tin Soldier
Chapter 6
Garet almost smiled, watching Hammet's young children gather
around Felix. The young Bard had been stationed in a noble house in
Kalay. He was stronger than he looked, the news of his sister only kept
him down for a long time. Now he was smiling and laughing with the
children.
Garet couldn't laugh, he'd seen too much death. After several
days of keeping him tied and locked in a storage house, the people of
Vault had allowed him an old nag and had let him go. Only after he was
far away from the village did he cry, cry for a dead kingdom that had
only known peace.
He had found Felix in Kalay, and had been given a position in the
guard. Guarding young children wasn't very exciting, but it was a quiet
job, and he couldn't as for anything more.
"Sing us a song!" Layana, named after her mother, begged,
breaking through Garet's thoughts.
"Yeah, please!" the other children chorused.
"What do you think?" Felix looked up to the oldest boy at
fifteen, Ivan. "What do you want to hear?"
Ivan was trying hard not to be as excited as his younger
siblings, but his violet eyes lit up the same. "Something true."
"Alright," Felix sat down, right on the stone, and began
strumming his lute. Garet, who didn't recognize the tune, leaned forward
on his spear.
"Listen children to a story
That was written long ago
'Bout a Kindgom on a mountain
And the valley folk below
On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone
And the valley people swore
They'd have it for their very own
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day
And on the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away
Now the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill
Asking for the buried treasure
Tons of gold for which they'd kill
Came the answer from the kingdom
With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain
All the treasure buried there
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day
And on the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away
Now the valley cried with anger
Mount your horses
Draw your sword
And they killed the mountain people
So they won their just reward
Now they stood beside the treasure
On the mountain dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
'Peace on Earth'
Was all it said
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day
And on the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away..."
"Is that really true?" little Layana looked up at him, a frown of
disbelief on her face.
"Yes, it is," Felix looked up, straight at Garet, tears in his
eyes. Garet realized that tears were streaming down his own cheeks.
He couldn't have put that story into better words.
And that's all! Yup, I know, it was sad and probably really sucked, but
I felt the need to finish it and didn't take overly long in doing so.
Well, hope you enjoyed that!
strictly platonic way) that Elena didn't write this. I, Akiko, did. I
mean, it's okay if you think Elena did, but yeah...just thought I'd stick
up for myself, take credit for what I did. Of course, this fic wouldn't
have gotten ANYWHERE without the lovely Elena there to post it. So, yes,
credit does go to Elena for creating the account and posting the story,
but the story is mine. (Mine! All MINE! ::evil laughter, choking,
hacking, wheezing::)
Okay, now that I have THAT off my chest, here we go! Final chapter!
(dun dun dum...) I know that parts of this fic have been REALLY lame (so
why am I taking credit for it...? Oh yeah, to not tarnish Elena's
reputation with this trash...) but I hope this is a fitting end. ENJ-
Isaac: ::in marker that writes in different colors "Ahem"::
Oh, and Isaac apparently wants to say something.
Isaac: ::in the happy special rainbow colored marker "Yes. Akiko
doesn't own anything, enjoy the fic"::
I could of said that.
Isaac: ::in split purple and yellow "But it's my job!"::
Oh. Right. Thanks, Isaac.
Isaac: ::in greenish blue "Your welcome"::
Okay, here's the end!
********
One Tin Soldier
Chapter 6
Garet almost smiled, watching Hammet's young children gather
around Felix. The young Bard had been stationed in a noble house in
Kalay. He was stronger than he looked, the news of his sister only kept
him down for a long time. Now he was smiling and laughing with the
children.
Garet couldn't laugh, he'd seen too much death. After several
days of keeping him tied and locked in a storage house, the people of
Vault had allowed him an old nag and had let him go. Only after he was
far away from the village did he cry, cry for a dead kingdom that had
only known peace.
He had found Felix in Kalay, and had been given a position in the
guard. Guarding young children wasn't very exciting, but it was a quiet
job, and he couldn't as for anything more.
"Sing us a song!" Layana, named after her mother, begged,
breaking through Garet's thoughts.
"Yeah, please!" the other children chorused.
"What do you think?" Felix looked up to the oldest boy at
fifteen, Ivan. "What do you want to hear?"
Ivan was trying hard not to be as excited as his younger
siblings, but his violet eyes lit up the same. "Something true."
"Alright," Felix sat down, right on the stone, and began
strumming his lute. Garet, who didn't recognize the tune, leaned forward
on his spear.
"Listen children to a story
That was written long ago
'Bout a Kindgom on a mountain
And the valley folk below
On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone
And the valley people swore
They'd have it for their very own
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day
And on the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away
Now the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill
Asking for the buried treasure
Tons of gold for which they'd kill
Came the answer from the kingdom
With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain
All the treasure buried there
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day
And on the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away
Now the valley cried with anger
Mount your horses
Draw your sword
And they killed the mountain people
So they won their just reward
Now they stood beside the treasure
On the mountain dark and red
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
'Peace on Earth'
Was all it said
Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day
And on the bloody morning after
One tin soldier rides away..."
"Is that really true?" little Layana looked up at him, a frown of
disbelief on her face.
"Yes, it is," Felix looked up, straight at Garet, tears in his
eyes. Garet realized that tears were streaming down his own cheeks.
He couldn't have put that story into better words.
And that's all! Yup, I know, it was sad and probably really sucked, but
I felt the need to finish it and didn't take overly long in doing so.
Well, hope you enjoyed that!