A Strange Day....

[saint_attila]

A Strange Day.

Proof that a day can go from normal to weird without much effort.

[saint_attila]

"Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please, Mr. Great Supportive Paladin." This was embarrassing. "Please, oh please, would you be kind enough to grant me extra Endurance?" Saint looked down at the new adventurer. He seemed as if he had just embarked on his journey not too long ago. He was an archer, dressed in hard leather armor, and was down on his knees begging Saint to give him an Endure blessing. Not only was he un-accustomed to this kind of asking, Saint was also rather scared of this archer. He was on the verge of tears, and a bit of snot was dripping out of his nose. "Ummm.." Was his only reply. This guy is insane. If I give him the Endure, he should leave me be. It sounded like a good idea. Attila pulled his hammer out of the loop on his belt that held it and raised it up above his head and moved it in the circle like he always did for Endure. A red symbol appeared above the begging archer and granted him the extra endurance he had been wanting. "Thank you!" He shouted as he hopped up from his spot on the ground before scurrying off through Elderine towards the Sea of Greed. "Most likely going to Burning Hill." Attila mumbled as he watched the guy run off and slid his hammer back into the loop on his belt. "Now what was I about to do?" He raked his mind for the subject. What was he supposed to be doing?

However, his pondering did not last long, as five more new adventurers now stood around him. "Hey, we saw you give that archer an Endure. We want one too!" One of them, a fighter, shouted. All the others shouted in agreement. Obviously trapped in a corner, our dashing Paladin only had one choice. He quickly pointed towards Kenton and shouted "Hey look over there, its Helga!" The new adventurers spun around in horror, fearing that the great HellGate King was actually there. But soon, they realized their folly and turned back to our clever Paladin. "Hey, Helga isn't over there ya stupid.." But Saint wasn't there. He had used the diversion to make his escape. "He ran off!" "Where'd he go?" "Hurry, we have to find him. We want Endures too!"

[saint_attila]

"Lord have mercy, these beggars will be my end." Saint mumbled as he looked out from behind the storage building. But he was safe, for now at least. But his tranquility did not last long, for our handsome hero Saint Attila is cursed by interruptions. However, this interruption was not a bad one. "I swear you'll spend time with everyone else but me." Oh crap. He knew that voice. He knew it better than any other. It was the voice of Mistborn, his girlfriend and the only person in Isya who can scare him. He turned around slowly, dreading what may happen. She stood behind him, arms crossed over her chest, her hammer dangling from a loop on her belt and her shield thrown across her back. "Mist, you look beautiful today. Is that a new suit of Sacred Armor? It looks splendid on you." I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die. He took a step back, she took a step forward. "Umm, Mist I'm sorry I forgot about our date. Something came up and I couldn't make it in time." Mist's expression changed to a look of frustration. "That's the excuse every time. Something always comes up whenever you have to spend time with me. You always forget." Her words stung to the core, to the very fiber of his being. After all, he was a chivalrous Paladin. To know that he was treating the woman he loved like this caused him a great deal of pain. "I'm sorry, Mist. But, I'm here now. We could still have that da-" She cut him off with a raised hand. I'm in trouble. "No, it is too late now. I have to go finish a few things the townspeople have asked me to do. We can meet up again after that." And with that, Mist left Saint at the rear end of the Elderine storage.

"Great, you screwed up again. This is the fifth time you have done this." He mumbled. He leaned back against the metal wall and slid down to the ground, landing with a metallic thunk as his armor covered behind hit the stone pavement. "When are you going to get over this you lunkhead? If you love her, then why do you keep forgetting things?" Saint was content to wallow in sorrow for the time being, at least until he heard three words. "There he is!" Attila raised his head up slowly to see who was speaking. Shoot. Movement is necessary! Legs, start functioning! The new adventurers from earlier had found him. He scrambled to his feet and took off in dead sprint. "After him!"

[saint_attila]

Hours passed and Saint finally managed to lose the group, though he was sure they would be back later. But now, what was he supposed to do about Mist? She was obviously angry with him. "I should do something to make her happy. But what?" Give her flowers? Chocolates? A +9 hammer? Maybe write her a love poem? All those ideas were great, but old. They were too usual. She would probably expect him to do one of those. "No!" Saint exclaimed, raising a fist to the sky. "I am not your average Joe! I'm Saint Attila, the most handsome Paladin in all of Apple-land! I've gotta do something different! I've gotta break the mold!" He slammed his fist into his chest with the last statement, causing his armor to slam against his rib-cage and knock the wind out of him. A great deal of coughing and gasping followed. When the pain subsided, only this was said. "Never do that again."



So, now he knew that he needed to do something different to cheer Mist up. But how was he to go about it? As he walked the stone streets of Elderine, a plan formulated in his mind. Mist hated him fighting, so he couldn't beat some random guy into the ground. His singing voice was terrible, so a rock opera was out of the question. He couldn't dance either. What am I to do? What, oh what, oh what? "Curse my pathetic problem solving skills." But Attila did not give up. He continued to walk the streets of Elderine, ignoring any and all new adventurers that begged him for Endure.



Finally, after several hours of thinking, planning and using several rolls of duct tape to stick a friend of his to Guard Captain Shuitan's back; Saint had finished constructing his plan. "It's perfect! This will definitely work!" Saint exclaimed, raising his fist to the sky again. "First, I'll place these gravy biscuits in front of Ganno's mini-house, so when he wakes up he'll smell them and come out to eat them. When he picks up the fork, which will pull a cord which will drop a bowling ball on Shuitan's foot, who will scream, waking up a pigeon on top of the statue behind him. Then that pigeon will fly about Elderine and drop a sack of potatoes that I have tied to its legs on top of Smith Karls, who will fall unconscious. Then Avon will hear him be squished by the potatoes then run to him to take care of him. Then I'll sneak into Avon's Health and Spirit stone stockpile and take them all for myself! I'll never have to restone again! It's perfect, perfect, perfect!" But then it dawned on him. His plan had nothing to do with cheering Mist up. Battered, but never beaten, Saint went back to work on his plan.

[saint_attila]

But, try as he might, he couldn't come up with a plan. Everything would fail, or have nothing to do with cheering Mist up. Now thoroughly stumped, he retired to his spot behind the Elderine storage to think. "I'm such a failure. I can't even think of a way to cheer my girlfriend up." He let his head rest in his hands as he sulked against the metal wall of the storage building. Now, not for the first time in his life, he had lost. He could not think of anything to do for her. "Such a failure." He mumbled as he closed his eyes and blocked out the rest of the world. I just want to make her happy. And even at that, I fail. I swear, I can barely do anything for her. I can't even remember our dates. I'm a horrible boyfriend. Attila had hit an all time low. He was depressed beyond any sort of depression he had ever had before. He would dub this depression "Mondo Depressed." Since no-one uses the word mondo anymore.

A short scream from the arena nearby brought him out of his self pity for a second. It sounded awfully familiar. It sounded like..Oh no. Attila scrambled to his feet and sprinted for the Arena, his War Hammer hanging at his hip and Splendor thrown over his back. He took the steps by threes, bounding up them with such speed an archer would be jealous. He reached the summit of the stairs and looked at the battle raging within. It was an old guild of his that he had left, the one he had met Mist in. They were in the middle of a war. Most of the members of his old guild lay defeated on the ground of the Arena. Only Mist, her sisters and a few other guild members still stood. A horrible feeling of dread crept over him. "No, no, no, no, no." He mumbled over and over as he ran down into the middle of the fray. Mist immediately took notice of him and went wide eyed. "Let me in. I know I swore I would never re-join this guild but I'm making an exception. Let. Me. In." A nod from Mist and her sisters and a confirmation later, Saint had rejoined an old guild. He turned to face his opponents, a very experienced Enchanter, decked out in Elemental Armor and a Warrior wearing half-plate armor. The mage carried a Mini dragon staff, refined to the highest level, while the warrior carried a Bellow Knight Axe, also refined to the highest level. The two looked at the small group formed in front of them. "Two Paladins, a High Cleric and a Clever Fighter. That is this guild's top fighters?" The warrior laughed. "This is a joke. I'll tear each of you apart!" The mage stayed silent, choosing just to stare them down. Attila pulled his War Hammer from the loop on his belt and pulled Splendor off his back. He slid the shield over his left arm and tightened the grip on his hammer. The fight that awaited was not going to be easy.

[saint_attila]

The warrior charged forward, swinging his axe wildly and yelling like a madman. He swung at Saint first, attempting to split him in two with a downward swing. But Saint moved just in time, dodging to the side to avoid the massive axe. He recovered and lashed out at the warrior with his hammer, connecting with his opponent's helmet. His opponent reeled for a moment, his helm split open and dented in, bits of crimson liquid rolling down his cheek. "You little!" He roared as he lunged at Attila, his axe ready to swing again. This time, he was intercepted halfway by Mist and her sisters. The all lashed out at the Warrior, Mist swinging the Morgenstern Saint had given as a present, Khidra with her Edged Sword and Livity with her War Hammer. Each weapon found its mark and two more dents and one large gash destroyed the Warrior's helmet. He fell to the ground, motionless. "Alright!" Saint cheered, but the Enchanter had not yet fallen. He muttered the incantation for his Frost Nova spell and the symbol started to form beneath the three sister's feet. Attila's eyes went wide and he acted on impulse. He dropped his hammer and threw away his shield as he ran towards the three girls. Saint lowered himself and ran into the three girls from behind, knocking them out of the effect area. "Sorry, Mist. I don't know if I'll be able to make that date we planned." Sorrow filled his voice as he looked up to see the giant ice pillars form and start to fall. Saint braced himself for what was about to come. The pillars crashed down on top of him, slamming him face first into the ground. Seconds later, the ice dissipated, leaving behind his motionless body in a pool of crimson liquid, the Warrior not too far away from him.

"No!" Mist cried as she ran over to him, kneeling in the ever growing crimson pool. She shook him, called his name, healed him, and revived. She did everything she knew to do, but nothing worked. The Enchanter was not fazed. Instead he murmured another incantation and cast another Frost Nova on her sisters. They fell the same way Saint had. Now Mist was all alone. Tears of anger and sorrow rolled down her face as she looked at the motionless bodies of her friends and family. No-one was left to protect her and the Enchanter turned to face down the last obstacle in this war. Another incantation and a ball of ice formed in his hand. With deadly accuracy and speed, the ball was thrown towards Mist, elongating into a spear mid-flight. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you Saint. I just want you to now, that even though you messed up a lot and forgot things, and I still love you. I always have, even when I was very mad with you." The ice spear drew ever closer and Mist raised her shield in an effort to protect herself from the deadly ice missile.

[saint_attila]

The pain never came. The cold chill of the ice piercing her armor and heart never happened. She opened her eyes and looked in front of her only to scramble backwards a few feet at the sight she saw. Saint was back up and he had caught the ice missile in mid flight. The point was just inches away from his face. "You..You tried to hurt Mist..People that try to hurt Mist..They receive no mercy from me." Saint wheezed out between breaths. His armor was bashed in, and most of his blue hair had taken on a red hue from the crimson pool he had been lying in. However, he bore no cuts, no gashes, no broken bones. He was fine. "Mist, take care of your sisters. I've got an Enchanter to deal with." Mist nodded her head and hurried over to her sisters and began to treat their wounds.

"Now then, it is just you and me." Saint pointed at the Enchanter while he spoke. But the Enchanter was not about to fight Saint. Instead, he turned and launched another spell, this time a fire ball, at Mist. And once again, Saint hurried to Mist, ready to intercept the attack once more. But Mist wasn't some princess that had to be rescued. She saw the fireball approaching and swung at it with her Morgenstern. She hit the ball back towards the Enchanter, and it exploded at his feet. As the smoke cleared, Attila picked up Livity's hammer and stepped in front of Mist, who went to work reviving her sisters. "Now then, let's leave them out of this." With a quick incantation, Attila placed an invincible shield around Mist and her sisters, but it wouldn't last long. For the first time, the Enchanter spoke. "You think that shield will protect them? Ha! I'll shatter it and you with a single spell. I'm more powerful than you could ever imagine!" The Enchanter talked with a pompous voice, as if he was the only thing in this world that mattered. "I'll teach you what happens when people try to defy me!" The mage threw another spell at Saint, who let the blast hit him full force. He looked down at his armor and looked at the small dent left behind by the spell. The Enchanter stumbled back a few steps, his eyes wide and mouth agape. "Impossible. You, you should be dead!" With all the authority he could muster, Saint shouted to the Enchanter. "I don't fight to fight, like you. I fight to protect." He took one step forward, the Enchanter took one back. "On my shoulders rests my friends lives, my girlfriend's life, and my own as well as any other people you have wrongly killed. I don't care who you are or how powerful you are! I'm not going to let you threaten any more people! I'm not going to let them down!"

With that said, Saint rushed the Enchanter, Livity's hammer gripped tight in his hand. Frantically, the Enchanter threw spell after spell at the approaching Paladin, only to have them all miss or do absolutely nothing. Halfway, Saint picked up his hammer. "I'm going to show you how strong a person who fights to protect is!" He roared as he reached the Enchanter. Attila hefted the two hammers he was carrying over his head and brought them down on the Enchanter, who raised his staff in a futile attempt to protect himself. The hammers shattered through the staff and connected with the Enchanter's torso. A shattering sound rang out through the Arena, and the mage stumbled backwards, landing on the stairs. "Just you wait, Paladin. Just you wait. My comrades will be here soon, and you will not win against them. Just you wait! I will have my-" Saint cut him short with two hammer strikes to the head.

[saint_attila]

"Saint!" Mist hurried over to him and grabbed him by the arm. "I need your help. My healing isn't enough. Come on, you have to help me!" Without a word, he hurried over to her sisters and muttered a single incantation. Within moments, Khidra's and Livity's eyes were open and they walked among the living once more. They thanked him for the assistance, Livity took her hammer back and abruptly left, saying that they had a lot of work to do and left Saint and Mist behind. After a moment's silence, Saint started to apologize. He apologized for all the things he had messed up on, starting from when they first met till now. His monologue finished and Mist wrapped her arms around his neck. "I forgive you. And I'm happy that you helped. I thought that they were going to do as they pleased." He hugged back, but pulled away from her. "That is great. And, Mist, I love you. And you can already see that I'm willing to give my life to keep you safe." A small smile crept across his face as he put an arm around her and pulled her close, enjoying the moment they had together. "Well, how did you not die from that attack that mage used?" Mist asked. Saint was just about to explain when Ganno and Volmont arrived on scene. "Saint, we have a problem. A big problem. You gotta come to Concealed Prison to help us." Saint looked to Mist and back over to Volmont and Ganno. He focused on Ganno and asked, "How did you get off of Shuitan? Didn't we duct tape you to him?" But Ganno ignored the remark and grabbed him by the arm. "Look, if you don't help us now, a lot of people could die. We need your help now!"

Saint looked back to Mist and took her hands in his. "Mist, this is important. If I don't take care of this, then lives will be at stake. Maybe even yours. I can't let that happen. May I go and take care of this?" Mist simply shook her head. "Yes, you may. Just take care of yourself and make sure you don't get hurt." Saint smiled and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before turning and leaving. "I'll be back soon! We'll go to the Forest of Slumber for that date alright?" He called back to her as he ran out of the arena. "I've heard the waterfalls there are gorgeous!" Mist waved to him and called back, "Sounds great, I'll be waiting!" And with that, Saint bounded down the stairs out of the Arena and started for Concealed Prison.

To Be Continued......

[saint_attila]

So, the end of another one of my stories. For now at least.

D: I thought on this one for a week or so, and typed it up in an hour or two. I don't know why, but whenever I spend more time thinking than typing, I always feel bad about the finished product. Like I do about this one. I have no idea why though.

Anyway, if you read it and you like it please leave a comment. And even if you don't like it, leave a comment. Tell me what I did wrong and I'll try and fix it.

[paksenarrion]

Yay im in the story! ^^ This is a masterpice Saint, I wanna know what you, G and Vol are gonna do in concealed prison. You have to write more soon! Oh no... im gonna be late for school. Cya

[saint_attila]

D: Again Sach, thanks.

Tell anyone else you know about this, if you want. The more people that read and say they liked it, the more likely I am to continue the story.

[ILiKePieLoRDoFKNiVeS]

good... i hope to read more

i will comment more when i have more time, but i think is is over all a good story!

[saint_attila]

D:

Thanks Knivy. I think I might feel better about it when I continue the story.

>.> Oh, I just realized. If I keep cranking out stories, I'll be the King of the Fan-Fiction Section. Whoo.

[autarchaurzel]

i liked the story too, a bit of a laugh (especially the plan to take all the stones XD) and a bit cheesy at the end but hey, still a good read

[saint_attila]

Thank you very much.

And I liked writing that part about the plan.

I had actually intended at the beginning for it to actually pertain to Mist, but I thought it would be funnier if it had nothing to do with her. :D

[autarchaurzel]

very true, buff buff! pl0x!!!11!11!!!one!onee111!! XD
looking forward to more to the story, and go read mine >: )

[ILiKePieLoRDoFKNiVeS]

lol you shold have completly made me your editor. i would make the story GOODGOODGOODGOODTENMOREGOODSGOODGOODOGOODBOYGOOD instead of just GOODGOOD

[saint_attila]

lol you shold have completly made me your editor. i would make the story GOODGOODGOODGOODTENMOREGOODSGOODGOODOGOODBOYGOOD instead of just GOODGOOD

But....then it wouldn't be my story.

>.> It would be half yours.

<.< I dunno, I'll think on it.

[ILiKePieLoRDoFKNiVeS]

no, i would just put my name on it as an editor(hehe noones supposed to know that!).
and i would change the wordies around so dey sound kewler!

[saint_attila]

no, i would just put my name on it as an editor(hehe noones supposed to know that!).
and i would change the wordies around so dey sound kewler!

<.< My girlfriend already does that. So do a lot of my friends.

[autarchaurzel]

i'll edit, me me!!! oh and ... gimmie a buff pl0xation!

[saint_attila]

Heh, yeah. No.

._. If I ask anyone to edit it, no amount of begging will get you it.

Anyway, I'm glad you liked it.

<.< Seems everyone likes the buff beg part.

[fxarch]

Thanks for sharing =D It was very entertaining I enjoyed reading it ^-^`

[ILiKePieLoRDoFKNiVeS]

i really wish i could share my story here... but it is inapropriate and has unproportional ammounts of gore and fire in it.. and is only on page 126...

[autarchaurzel]

126 O_O thats a lot of gore, i wanna read it D:

[ILiKePieLoRDoFKNiVeS]

its not a gore based story. I just happen to be able to explain battle scenes with more extent than other things..

[autarchaurzel]

still wanna read O_O

[ILiKePieLoRDoFKNiVeS]

well, if you ever see a book named Steel, then you know it is mine.

[autarchaurzel]

i can be your proof reader >.>

[KyttiKatt]

I thought for sure I'd be bored out of my skull, since I usually am these days. But as soon as I got through the first part, I was hooked, lol. Keep it up, srsly.

[fireblaz10]

wow...nice piece of story...why not u go to the publishers and apply for publishing? maybe that will let u get loads of real money and outspark will be real proud of you!
great writings,write more,thats what i have to say

[power_ness]

haha, nice.

You don't know how glad I am you like naomi's chibi's xD, thats how I saw your sig for this story.

maybe a bit of help to you, where you say you tied your friend to guard captain shutian's back you say shuitan, fix it if you wish, just pointing it out.

and yeah you should totally get your stuff published.

[saint_attila]

I've always called him Shuitan. :p

:B And plus, my stuff is amateur. All these things I write are thought up in just a few minutes.

>.> But whenever I put a lot of work into something, it just feels all bleh to me.

[autarchaurzel]

I've always called him Shuitan. :p

:B And plus, my stuff is amateur. All these things I write are thought up in just a few minutes.

>.> But whenever I put a lot of work into something, it just feels all bleh to me.

tell me about it, i get the same feeling when i put some effort into my writing, but hey at least its still good even when you dont put effort

[saint_attila]

Aurzel, I got an idea.

How about we do a collaboration? Just to be silly? Ping-pong off each others work in one thread? Like one of us writes a paragraph, and then the other responds with a paragraph of their own.

I do this with friends at school a lot. It really helps brush up your writing skills, and I find it a good way to relieve stress.

[power_ness]

haha, if you do post another link in your sig :D and now I'm off to read the new story, that I just now saw in sig, god am I glad for your sig.

[saint_attila]

haha, if you do post another link in your sig :D and now I'm off to read the new story, that I just now saw in sig, god am I glad for your sig.

You need to eat more fiber.

[mandylynns]

lol cool story but you'd be surprised how many males are like this with thier gf and wives even. i especially like the part where he is being begged for buffs being a level 72 Pally in epth server named Samissria2 cause its true everywhere you go you hear buff please or endure if they even know the name of the skill. the part where he comes to her rescue remind me of my husband Lord_phantom and my brothers in epith if my Pally ha s a problem they are always there. Keep up the good work .