The Heroes of Arlor
OK, hope u guys like my fanfic. HEEEERE GOES!!!
Thunder boomed. The ferocious hurricane battered against the windows. The tall, mighty warrior sat cowering in his chair.
"I HATE thunderstorms," he whimpered.
The little blue creature, who was actually his magical little friend, chuckled sympathetically. Leaping down from his perch on the kitchen table, he said, "Aren't you supposed to be the mighty warrior?"
"L-leave me alone," he whimpered.
"Alright, alright," the mage grumbled, walking over to the windows, gazing out at the terrible storm wrecking Dansilville. Their little town was all boarded up, everyone inside, cowering from the terrible cyclone.
"Well, well, well," a voice said. "Looks like you too are awake!"
The warrior, whose name was Leon, glanced at the young woman who appeared in the doorway. "Oh, hey, Nora."
"Mm." Nora walked in, pulling a chair over. "Weird storm, isn't it?"
"Yeah," the mage agreed. "And--"
An explosion racked the old, wooden house. "What was that?" Leon asked, startled.
A troop of wicked-looking, disfigured goblins ran into the room, spears at the ready. "The master calls," one rasped.
The three of them fell backward. "WHAT?!"
The creatures leapt forward, silent and deadly.
To be continued...................how was it???
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