this year we had to write a story for history and it was requiered to write 4 pages. well when i grow up i wanna be a wrtier and am in the process of wrting a book. back to the point. instead of writing the minimum of 4 pages it took me two hours to wrtie a 20 page story and i only got a 90 on it.
well here it is you diceide if your mind can handle reading all this
The 1st day of the Sleeping Giants
Many men are going to die in the coming year because of the pain and anguish they brought me. I shall give you a detailed description of why I am about to do this. It all started when I was going to school two years before my leprosy struck. I went to school with Alexander the Great. Some say he’s a great and humble man while others accused him of being cruel and over cocky. Either way I choose the second. When I was in school with him every day he would come and beat me up. Being the son of a warlord he could do whatever he wanted and not get in trouble. And so I put up with his beatings until the last year of school. Alexander was alone when I attacked him. I came up from behind and punched him in the kidneys just like my father taught me. Bad mistake. Alexander knew it had been coming and pulled out his knife and hit me on the head with the hilt. By the time I woke up I was in the lepers village with the mark of a leper. And so that is how my hatred and my betrayal of my own country came to be.
20th day of the Sleeping Giants
I knew that today was going to be a living hell. Today I have started contracting leprosy and I know I am going to die. Alexander has started his conquest. I Ronnoco of the Ybbob line will wrap my self in bandages so that he will not know who I am and then I will claim I am an Assyrian leper who wishes to try to save our village. Hopefully Alexander “The Great” as so many people like to call him will remember how the Assyrians tried to kill me and grant me entrance to his quarters to kill me. I think he should be called Alexander the Bastard but that is only my opinion. I am going to kill him. It should take a good 2o days for me to reach his men.
The lepers have all wished me luck and have giving me two things. One is a barbed chicken wire to strangle anyone who gets in my way, and the other is a beautiful golden throwing axe embedded with rubies. They all want to see Alexander dead. I will write again after I have killed Alexander the Bastard.
32nd day of the Sleeping Giants
I said I wouldn’t write until I killed Alexander but I was wrong. On the road today a very rich merchant was walking toward a village with a beautiful onyx amulet around his neck. I quickly pulled out my chicken wire and strangle him. I grab his gold and the onyx amulet and put the amulet on the chicken wire and tied it around my neck. Hopefully Alexander knew this man and will notice the mans amulet around my neck. O I can’t wait to kill that son of a bitch. He shall die a very painful death.
40th day of the Sleeping Giants
The great Alexander is dead. I killed him!! O how I loved to here him scream. This is how I killed that bastard.
I slowly crept into Alexander’s sleeping quarters. I could feel the adrenaline rush seeping through me. I was a tiger looking at a baby deer unable to walk yet. There I stood over Alexander. All my childhood hatred was focused on him. As I raised my jewel embedded axe I knew this would be an easy kill. All of a sudden Alexander opened his eyes and immediately grabbed his knife and slashed it at me. I quickly jumped back as the knife sliced inches from my face. Not thinking I grabbed Alexander’s one arm and dislocated it. Alexander screamed in pain as the sound of the POP!! Rang out. As Alexander dropped the knife I grabbed that arm and also dislocated it. As Alexander pick up his knife uselessly tried to wield his it I pulled my rope off my back and tied him to the main poll of his sleeping quarters. I pulled a table over and laid his hand upon it. As I raised my axe as he started screaming for help. I laughed at him and told him to stop screaming cause no one is going to here you. He asked me what I meant and I opened the doors to the armies sleeping quarters and their lay hundreds of dead and dying soldiers from his army. Alexander turned as white as a ghosts as I raised my axe a second time and chopped off his thumb. Alexander screamed in pain yet again. Those screams where like a lullaby to me. All the screams I made as him and his friends beat me up. Ignoring his cries of mercy I came down with the axe again and chopped off his pointer finger. Again he screamed in pain and again I chopped off another finger. An hour later I had chopped off all his fingers. He lay their sobbing giving me pleas of mercy. All I said was that I would love seeing him like this in hell. And with that I went to bed in Alexander’s own bed as I listened the sweet sound of him sobbing but not being able to do anything about it.
The next morning I awoke to see that Alexander had not died quite yet. I kicked him in the face and he woke up. I asked him if he knew who I was and he said I was his bitch. Again I kicked him in the face knocking out several teeth. “you don’t know how to shut up do you?” I said menacingly. I slowly began to tell him things from my past until he realized who I was. When he did he spat on me and cursed at me like there was no tomorrow. Of course for him that was the case. I told him he had two ways to die. Getting his head cut off or being stabbed in the heart. He asked to be stabbed in the heart. I grabbed his sword and placed the tip right on his heart. As I pulled back, I moved the sword down some so that I impaled him through the stomach. As he began choking on his own blood, I pulled out the sword and said to him “You didn’t give me a choice and neither did I.” and with that I chopped off his head.
44th day of the Sleeping Giants
Today I took Alexander’s head to the town of Persepolis where the emperor lived. I stuck it on a pike I got from one of Alexander’s soldiers. Under it I wrote in Persian “Thoughs who offended me and hurt me shall know that the “Silent Redeemer” is back for revenge.” I had heard people calling me the Silent Redeemer for awhile. My next target is the satrap Bessus. It will not be as brutal as Alexander’s death.
48th day of the Sleeping Giants
Before I went to kill Bessus I decided to stop by the leper village to see how everything was. When I got their all my fellow lepers lay dead and rotting. On a sign it pronounced “Those related to or are lepers are to be killed by the order of Bessus.” That’s when I knew it was time.
52nd day of the Sleeping Giants
Bessus died today. I killed him and every royal official around him. I killed him with my necklace. You’ll love how this went. I silently stalked through the night toward Bessus’ house. After killing the officials in the area, it was his turn to die. Taking the cloak of a fallen official I snuck into Bessus house through the window. Seeing he was under the head of a mounted bull I quickly got ideas but forced them to the back of my mind. I had already chosen the way there was no one stopping me now. I walked up casually making sure I woke Bessus up. He woke up right before I was about to hit him. Startled he was not sure what to do. That’s when I struck. I quickly wrapped the amulet around his neck making sure the barbs where penetrating just enough to make painful but not kill him. I asked him “why did you kill all my brothers and sisters?” he didn’t know what I meant until I took off my face bandage and saw how deformed my face was. “My God!” he yelled, “I thought I killed all of you filthy vermin.” I squeezed the amulet tighter and politely told him he had one chance to confess his sin. And you know what he said? “go to Hades you son of a bitch!” and with that I tore his neck to shreds with the amulet. I slowly walked out of the house not concisely thinking about people who might have heard our conversation. I heard someone sneaking up behind me as I was walking through the forest. I asked to no one in particular “Who are you that walks with me wishing death upon me?” knowing that would freak him out since most people said I was a demon. “I Xaven follow you through the forest. I do not fear you in the slightest bit.” That disturbed me some since I knew I was dealing with a force to be reckon with. “Come out and fight me then Xaven. Maybe me could sing songs together afterwards or I could meet your family. You can’t me mine, there all dead.”
“ Alright Silent Redeemer let us fight.” Xaven said proudly. The fight began.
Xaven jumped out of a bush near me wielding some kind of curved sword I have never seen before and carrying on his waist some sort of throwing star. I pulled out my axe just before Xaven came down with his sword. Quickly counterattacking I was caught off guard when he pulled out a knife and stabbed me in the lungs. It was a cheap shot but I had made many in my life and knew it was only fair. I quickly jumped back and headed for the trees. Xaven called to me “So the Silent Redeemer can’t fight a man face to face. Run coward or my shuriken will meet your neck."
I did not listen but only started grabbing leaves for the poison to kill the final victim.
59th day of the Sleeping Giants
I poisoned the king of Persia. It was quite simple. With the death of Bessus panic had gripped the king and his men for a while. Therefore I quickly took the poisoned wine and stuff it in with the kings “luxurious” wines. After I saw it go in I waited a couple of hours and went in to check to make sure he’s dead. Sure enough he was. Unfortunately a innocent man died. O well. This is how he died.
I was exiting the room when Xaven came in holding two of those throwing stars. As he threw the first one I narrowly avoided getting my ear chopped off. When he threw the second I was ready. Catching it in midair I twisted it around and threw it back as hard as I could. Xaven of course moved out of the way while the other guy Gigad I believe, was hit right in the chest. It sank so far in you couldn’t see it anymore. As Xaven was looking at Gigad and pulling out another throwing star I quickly jumped down into the road and silently ran off.
63rd day of the Sleeping Giants
I’m going to turn myself in today. That way when Xaven gets to kill me by chopping my head off, I’ll be able to strike. This will be my last log entry. I will leave this in my cell and hopefully a guard will pick it up and read about the horrors I have done. One last thing I would like to say is that whoever does read this may you suffer a horrible, inhuman death. Let me be remembered throughout history as the man who walks with the dead.
To all those that this may concern
Ronnoco of the Ybbob line was killed today. He not only was killed but so was Xaven. Right before he was to chop off Ronnoco’s head Ronnoco quickly threw his legs up knocking both him and Xaven off the edge of a cliff. I’m only writing this because I feel a need for this man’s journal to be finished. May he go to hell and rot the way he should,
My life for my king’s and all of Persia!
Mohamed. Xaven’s apprentice and loyal friend.
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....... too funny Joe!
