Board Thread:Story Board/@comment-25014034-20151030094812

Note: ''Hi there, welcome to my story! Please excuse any grammar mistakes since I am not a natural english speaker. Thanks!''

I swing my sword wildly while running across my thin bridge in the sky, my face covered in sweat and blood, my armor broken- in a last attempt to kill, what could be my doom. ''Clang! ''It hits the foul mettalic worm. It breathes for the final time as it lets out a gush of cursed flames from its mouth, breaking into a thousand sections. The sun is just setting, probably hiding from its devourer. I let out a scream of joy- ''after hours of battle, I am victorious! The sun has been saved! ''As I jump for joy, I see a amused figure standing below my skybridge. Andrew. "Why, my guide, are you so humored to see me prevail?" I ask, intrigued by his comical look.

His words still haunt me today. He says:

My friend, the son has set- now rise the moon!  