~*~Authors note~*~ This story is poking fun at all fantasy storys so if you have any ideas e-mail me at

A Tale Of A Man
And the Jorney of Truth
And Peace in the lone valley
And Stinky llamas Unity

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Gildroth: Gill-d-raw-th

~*~Introduction~*~
This is the tale. A tale of a man. A mythical man on a journey. A mythical journey for truth, peace and unity. Unity so united that the birds flock together, the cows slumber under the moon light as one.
Yet before the unity, there was war.
The journey torwards the battle led into a far greater battle than he'd ever known. Natures battle. To escape the fear of natures breath upon his back, he must go to the vast and very far valleys of *Gildroth. To the high waters, to the low valleys, he shall journey.
Now that I have told you this introduction to the unknown, we shall begin our treck through the young warriors unknown path, his unknown future, and unknown world. Into an unknown tale.

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Dencralm: Den-kr-ah-lm

Llama: L-ah-ma (hehe)

~*~Chapter One~*~
The brilliant sun rises in the east, bringing life to all things worthy. Yet today the brilliance does not reach the house by the trickling stream. Halled up is a young lad. A lad who's father is dieing. He sits never moving, always still. Through winter and spring, summer and fall. Never moving, always still. Making friends with the trees whos sit by him.
When at last, up high, shiesthe moon. The boy, now a man, stirrs. Awakened into reality. There by his feet lay the bones of his father and his crushed soul.

"Run!" Yells the wind blowing past him.

"Run!" Screams the leaves in the tree tops.

"Run!" Yells awaiting sorrow "Leave! Go far! Do not return! You are done here."

So the man, fear, anger, loss inside him. Runs, runs into the long awaited journey. Running, running, running for days. On the night of the frozen sun, he stops. The field in which he rests are of blue beauty.

"Why hadn't I run before?" He asks himself. A white figure looms in the distance. A *llama as soft as the breeze floats by. Bringing with it the stench of a thousand cow rumps. "If I stay I will die. If I ride the stinky llama, I have a chance to live on." He thinks. Taking a chance not even the greatest warrior of *Den'cralm would ever do.
Riding on the back of this foul creature, he reaches a mighty steel gate. Beyond the gate lies a pool of water so clear he could see the fish, there vibrant reds spoke to him,

"Come through the gate, feed us your clothes! Come! Come!" They said

He really didn't really want to feed them his clothes, but he might as well go in. So he and his llama walked slowly up to the gate. It was a tall steel gate, with golden studed handels. There was an insciption on the bottom of the gate, In tiny, tiny writting so as he had to kneel and squint to see it 'Thy one who opens thy iron doorway, opens evil to thy world, be therefore cautioned and forwarnd that you will doom the world forever!!!!'

He also noticed on the top of the gate in silver writting it said 'DO NOT OPEN, EVIL ENCLOSED' But there was one problem....he couldn't read. So he and his faithful (yet stinky) llama pulled on the doors which, suprisingly, were very light. (You'd think if they were gonna seal the fate of the world behind steel doors, they'd make them heavy!) When they opened the door, the sound of a million screaming horses rose in the air. A fog thicker than frozen whipped cream streamed out. Not knowing what was going on, he ventured into this fog uncertainly.