- Grand father, tell me a story!- All right, go and get your storybook- No, no, not one of those, a real story- A real story?- Yes! Tell me about when you were a boy.- Well, then, I shall have to take you backwith me, a long way in time...
It was my thirteenth year on a cold winter'sday, as I walked through the enchanted forest,I heard the sounds of horses and men at arms.I felt compelled to walk on and find the placeof these sounds. And when the forest did clear
I was standing on a hill. Before me there wasa great plane, atoned the armies of the world,standing, waiting. I thought to myself, forwhom or for what are they waiting ?
Suddenly a gust of wind come up from the north
There appeared a lone rider, holding a sword ofsteel. Then from the south came another, bearinga battle axe. From the east came a third,holding a spiked club, and finally, from thewest a rider who wielded a great hammer of war.
With them came their soldiers of death, followedby an army of immortals. They were few innumber, but the look in their eyes told allwho beheld them that they would leave thisday only in victory or death. And there wasa great silence...
My heart began to pound, storm clouds filledthe sky with darkness. Rain came and fourwinds blew with such anger that I held fast toa tree. I watched the four riders raise theirweapons into the air. Without warning, screamingtheir war cry they led the attack. Down to thebattle they ride. They met the armies of theworld with a mighty clash! I could feel thegroundshake, the earth drank much blood that day.
Each of the four, was into himself a whirlwindof doom !!!
When the smoke did clear, many thousands weredead. There was much blood and gore. Theirbodies lay broken and scattered across thebattle field, like brown leaves blown by thewind. And I saw the for ride together to thetop of the hill, while below them the soldiersof death assembled all those who would nowswear allegiance to them.
And the four spoke the words of thewarriors prayer.- Gods of war I call you, my sword is by my side.I seek a life of honor free from all false pride.I will crack the whip with a bold mighty hail.
Cover me with death if I should ever fail.
Glory, Majesty, Unity - Hail, Hail, Hail
And as I stood and looked on, I heard the armiesof the world hail them without end, and theirvoices of victory carried long and fat throughoutthe land!- Well, That's it. Did you like the story?- Yeah, it was great!- Oh, good, I'm glad. Now off to bed with you.- Grandfather?- Yes?- Who were those four men?- Who were they? They were the Metal Kings!!!!!
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