Once upon a time, there was a better beginning than this one. The characters danced, cried, chuckled, and died, but still... not in this one. There was a plot, a devious one, by the main villain who won't be appearing in this story. Basically, this is an incredibly boring read. Why? Because I'm bored. Why? Why do you have to ask so many questions? Moving on.
Action filled the pages like air to lungs. Nothing was recycled. Fresh air every time. The reader hardly noticed all the pages being turned. The drama, the thrills, the suspense, thick plot was circling, challenging the mind of its audience.
Not in this one.
Is this a short story? Is this a poem? I don't know. Moving on.
The hero of the story went off in an adventure, an adventure with danger. He foiled the villains henchmen, casted them in anger. In the pit of justice that so many stories fill. Traps and stunts the hero did take, risking his life, and a forced rhyme at the stake.
He defeated some beasts, stormed in territory one dared not go, and found some family member crying for show.
"Fear not, my kinsmen. I will protect you."
The kinsmen that spoke, was no relative at all, but a creature distorted who one would appall. Legs came out its back, and it's speech was not in tact. Sounded more like a groan, or me when I'm at work.
Wait a minute, are you enjoying this story? The point being made is that it is boring. How dare you find this plot and rhyme entertaining! How dare you see past my scheming! Look at this poem, not correctly formatted. Look at the grammar descending chromated! You want me to finish revel this dish? I'll find an end to the start that will tare you apart!
The cliched kinsmen is the long lost brother, who sailed away to find what is greater. He came across an old vendor who sold what was cheap, put a curse on the item so benefits would reap. A slave he acquired, this villain of ours, to take vengeance on the hero for killing his flower.
Yeah... his flower. He was very upset that Rose died.
The hero cut off his head. That's it. No action at all. Just... brother... no longer. Ding dong, the witch is dead... or... the minion of the witch.
I've 3 minutes left to write this, so get ready for some trash.
The villain descend on a cloud of smoke, kinda like LOST. The hero picked up a rock, threw it at him. The villains head knocked, and unconciously fell. Like a meteor the earth a small crator on yet... another rose. He cried a little before his head was also cut off.
Big boss battle took 3 seconds to win. Why? Cause I got bored and wrote something.