I am going to post some of the stories that I have written. I truly hope that this doesn’t come back to bite me.

A Knight’s best friend

In a kingdom in a distant land lived The Littlest Knight. He liked to roam the kingdom and look at all the houses and people and he loved to stop and enjoy a good grassy field to play in. He especially loved grass because he had a horse, and horsed LOVE to eat grass. His horse’s name was Stan. Stan was the whitest horse in all the kingdom; except for that one day they both got grass stains on their knees from wrestling in the grass.
The Littlest Knight and Stan always did everything together. They would:
Raid castles together
Fight fire breathing dragons together
Rescue princesses together (They always had to rescue princesses because princesses are always get themselves in trouble).
One day right after saving a princess from a fierce Dragon named Dave, The Littlest Knight and Stan ran into some friends.
“I just fought a fire breathing Dragon!” proclaimed The Littlest Knight. He told their friends how fearsome of a battle it was and how he saved the princess. However he never mentioned Stan, or what Stan did to help. In fact, he told them Stan didn’t do anything. That just wasn’t true, and it hurt Stan’s feelings really bad.
The knight was a proud knight and wouldn’t apologize to Stan for telling lies about him and leaving him out of the stories he told the other kids. Stan was very sad. He told The Littlest Knight that they couldn’t be friends until The Littlest Knight could say he was sorry and told everyone the truth.
The knight still wouldn’t apologize and told Stan that he would just go do everything by himself then!
So he set off to do the usual things. But when he tried to raid raid a castle, he didn’t have a horse to charge the front gate with. So he couldn’t raid a castle by himself. And when he tried to fight a dragon, he just wasn’t tall enough because he wasn’t sitting on Stan’s back. So he couldn’t fight a dragon by himself. When he went to rescue a princess he couldn’t jump the mote that surrounded her tower. Stan always jumped the motes with him on his back. So the Littlest Knight couldn’t save a princess with out Stan.
Soon the knight realized that he missed Stan a lot and wanted to be friends again.
The Littlest Knight went and found Stan and told Stan that he was sorry for hurting his feelings and that he really did need him on all his adventures. He also told all the other kids how much Stan helped when they storm castles and fight dragons and rescue princesses. This made Stan feel very good. Stan was very good horse and loved his friend a lot, so he forgave the Littlest Knight quickly. They went on many more adventures together. The END.

A Restless Knight

In a kingdom in a distant land lived The Littlest Knight. This knight worked all day doing knightly things like cleaning his armor, practicing with his sword, helping old ladies cross the street, saving princesses (because princesses are always in trouble), fighting dragons, storming castles, visiting his mom and dad… He was a busy knight.
When nighttime came he was really tired. So he brushed his teeth., hung up his armor, got into his pajamas, and went to bed. There was only one problem. He couldn’t sleep. He just laid there with his eyes wide open. So he tried to make himself sleepy by forcing his eyes shut really tight, but that just made his eyelids hurt. So he tried counting dragons, but that just made him more excited. He even tried making himself sleepy by knitting a new helmet. But not even that worked. He still was not sleepy.
So he called for his dad, “DAAAAD!” he yelled. “I’m not sleepy.” He said with a frown. His dad was once a little knight, and knew exactly what little knights need when they are restless at bedtime.
So The Littlest Knight’s dad picked up a storybook and read to him a story about a knight that couldn’t sleep. By the time his dad was finished, The Littlest Knight was sound asleep in his bed. Good knight everyone.

Kekthau – the spy-assassin sent to find the whereabouts of the plans for the energy conversion unit.

(kek-tha-u) he received the k on the end of his first syllable in his name because he foiled a plot against his faction at the age of 15 as he overheard his uncle speaking to warriors of another faction. He ran to his father who would not reveal the news to the high council of Jurn. So he bravely went to the council himself to tell them of the movements against them. He knew that it would definitely result in the death of his uncle, and probably the imprisonment and death of his father. This did not bother him. It only gave him an opportunity to surpass his father who had already shown too much mercy in his life. This was evident by the fact that his father, even in his aged state of 35 years had only two syllables in his name, and both of them ended with soft sounds to represent his weak and soft heart. Keyh, as he Kekthau was known then, Would surpass his dad in honor by placing a hard ‘k’ at the end of his name forming Keyk instead of the soft, novice name of Keyh. So, it was with these thoughts that he used every ounce of stealth that he had so carefully trained into himself in the last 10 years at the assassin’s academy to approach the meeting of his uncle on that afternoon so long ago.

It proved just how talented Keyh was at the time to even know where the meeting was to be held. His uncle was a very powerful man in the faction. His uncle had three syllables in his name, two of which ended with hard consonants. This alone would have warded off any other would be spy’s feeble attempts to gain stature at his uncle’s expense. Keyh was not feeble nor was this going to be only an attempt. He had graduated top of the advanced class this last year at the acadamy. This had already earned him the h at the end of his given name of Key. In his mind he was already Keyk and would soon have the honor of every one else on Rylor calling him by his rightful name. As Keyh approached the designated meeting area, he noticed with his keen eye that wave-emitting anti-listening devices had been carefully placed at the opening of every corridor leading to the war room. Keyh had expected this. He had earned a Award of Honor that had come from the Emperor of his faction on his intimate knowledge of technology used to keep unwanted guests from seeing, hearing, or even being able to detect a group of warriors. What he hadn’t included in his extensive show of knowledge to his instructors, who were in his mind all idiots and undeserving of his attention, was the specifications for the newest unreleased top secret models of all the secrecy devices he had obtained. He had either stolen plans or the devices themselves for almost all of the newest technology being worked on by the grand Emperor of Rylor. Many of these devices would not even be available to the lesser factions for years; unless of course someone were to introduce them into the black market. The greatest satisfaction of all however, was the fact that many powerful men were sent to their deaths because of the items he had stolen. He had carefully framed anyone who would stand in his way with the thefts. To him, it was convenient game, and downright genius how well this all worked out.

His uncle was very wealthy, and almost as powerful as he was rich. He knew that if his uncle employed any of the newest technology at this meeting, it would lessen the chance of Keyh’s success. Keyh had to have names and plans to get what he wanted from the council.

Keyh’s concentration pinpointed on the anti-spy devices at the corridors. He had to get closer to the device to know how to negate it. The biggest problems with the wave-emitting models is that they not only kept an outsider from hearing the conversations from within the perimeter, but also amplified the sounds coming from directly outside the perimeter, and thus alerted the private party within. He reached inside his bag and found his spectral amplifier. This served as digital binoculars, but even more importantly, he could amplify and see every wavelength on the spectrum. He would know shortly if his uncle had paid the high dollars necessary to buy the very latest equipment from the black market.

“You idiot.” he whispered softly to himself as if to insult the warrior who placed the devices. As he analyzed the spectrum, he saw not only the listening devices, but also a few misplaced visual inhibitors. What he could tell from the spectral signature of the visual inhibitors, they were fairly new technology. VSI3200-87 to be exact. That should have allowed them to be placed in front of the wave-emitting devices, the spectrum said these were WEAD22-E devices, with out interrupting either devices’ functionality. When placed in front, the visual inhibitors make the detection of audio-inhibitors more difficult and often unnoticed until too late.

Keyh adjusted his stealth suite to emit the same spectral signature as the metal supports of building. This would prevent them from visually detecting his movements as he moved closer to the wave-emitting anti-listening devices. He started to move, very silently, towards one of the corridors. He kept his amplifier trained on the visual devices looking for any minute change in the signature that would alert him to their detection of his movements. As he entered their range he noticed that the signature started to change. They had started to detected him! but how?? He moved out of range and rechecked his suite. Every thing was as it should be. This is impossible. He HAD to get passed them somehow. There was a thought that was nagging him at the back of his mind. Something that he should have guessed about the situation.

“Son of a …” He cut his curse short as he was too close to the WEAD22-E device to even whisper the hard sound that the word bitch would have made. He started to adjust his suite a bit more. He silently cursed himself again. He should have realized that the new VSI3200-87 would pick up the very faint signature change the WEAD22-E would give his suit as it bombarded him with sound waves. The VSI3200-87 was very sensitive indeed. The warrior who had placed these devices perhaps wasn’t as