So I'm walking around the courtyard, like always, when a knight comes and tells me that my unle wants to see me. I must, for he is the king of the land. So I go to his quarters, the grandest room in all of the kingdom. For a normal peasant, this room would be like heavan. For me, I'm used to it. "What is it uncle?" I ask. I grow old from age, and the Crusades need a eader, I need you to go ut and help the rusaders figt", he says. "Yes unce', I say without thinking. It had been my dream to go and fight in the Crusades. Though Im a young age, I'm sure it wont matter. So I agreed to go. Then I thought, what if I die? I already sealed a deal with the king, and if I back out, my soul would surely b sent to Hell. If i die though, how would the rest of thre family do? Im the next heir to the throne, If I die, who would be the next? And if the king dies, who would take control. I worry.
It takes time for my leave. My family embraces me, and I get the finest armor any Artisan has made. My uncle wishes me good luck, and i take off. When riding on my war horse, i see the lush green fields and snowy mountains. I never have been outside the castle.
It takes time for my leave. My family embraces me, and I get the finest armor any Artisan has made. My uncle wishes me good luck, and i take off. When riding on my war horse, i see the lush green fields and snowy mountains. I never have been outside the castle.
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