The Story of Sir Blut

I wrote this once for a role-playing browser game called Magic Duel, and have revised it a couple times and now have finished it. It's about a Polish boy who went into

Story Chapter 1                          I was born in a small village on the edge of Poland near the Baltic Sea, with a population of 552 people.                               The day the Necrovians attacked was a sunny day in Spring, a time when almost everything was covered in flowers and other such plants in my village, and I was thirteen years old that day. The alarms rang, simple bells places atop a short tower in the village square. The lookout said he saw an armada of pirates on the horizon, about 2 kilometers away.                The governor wasn't even bothered since the armada was so close, which is part of the reason everything went horribly wrong.. As weak as our defenses were, we prepared them. Our fort was so small we only had fifteen cannons, and just over twenty men officially employed to defend the village.                                   The ships must have been traveling at lightning speeds or something somehow, because they arrived in in two minutes after that. My little brother, age four at the time, decided to run up to the fort and was killed by a warning shot from one ship. Really hard to be killed by a warning shot, but it happened.   The next thing I knew everybody was slaughtered except for me and my Arabian Horse, Midnight. His coat was as black as the night is, his mane radiantly bright. He was the most beautiful horse I had ever seen. We were put in the brig of their flagship. "Welcome to the Death Warrant, lad", a dirty, unshaven man with only one eye said with a dark grin said as he shoved me in my cell. I took the "Death Warrant" to be the name of the ship.  Midnight was in the next cell about to be slaughtered for meat.                                                                   Chapter 2                                                   A shiny metallic rock, glowing with a gold atmosphere around it was lying in a corner of my cell.  I picked it up, studying it carefully.  Suddenly I got sucked into a portal that started coming out, and I blacked out.                            The next thing I remember is I was sitting, leaning against an oak tree in the middle of Warsaw, Midnight nudging me awake. I looked around, not sure what to think.                                                 I decided to get up, and mounted Midnight, and as I rode through the grand city.  I received strange looks from the citizens. Finally, a general with a squadron of knights on foot arrived and confronted me.                                            "What is your business here?" the general demanded.                                                          "I uh...I don't know?"                 The general saw something in my hand, and grabbed it.                                              "What is this?," he said, examining the shining rock. He gasped.                                        "Arrest this renegade!" commanded the general.                                                     "But, what did I---?"                                                                       I got cut off because one knight pushed me off of Midnight and then two others grabbed me. The one that pushed me off punched me in the side of the head and I blacked out again.                                                                          Chapter 3                                                            I woke up in a jail cell. This one was much nicer than the one in the brig of the Death Warrant. It had a clean straw bed, that was actually pretty comfortable. A desk sat under the window(no chair.)                  I sat on the desk, leaning against the bars of the window. I was trying to remember all of the events of the past few days, thinking I might find a clue as to why all of this was happening. Unfortunately, I could not find any reasons to why I was locked in a jail cell at the current moment.                                                         "We've been waiting for you"                         I jumped up and hit my head on the ceiling by accident. As I got up, I looked in the direction of the speaker. It was an old man in the next cell with a long, white beard. He was wearing a purple robe and a pointy hat with little moons sewn into it. I thought he was a jester or a comedian, but it turned out differently.                                                              "Who's been waiting for me? Why? Listen, sir, I need to have some damn answers!"                               "Calm down, sonny!" called he with the silly hat slightly falling off. He waved his hand and just like that, we were sitting on a bench outside a small cottage.                           "Listen!" I shouted, " I am sick of this magic crap! I just want to go...Home?" I saddened, remembering what had started my misadventure.                                                    " We can help you. We are your allies. Let us help you."                                                                         Chapter 4                                                And so it became that I met Merlin, the greatest sorcerer of all time, and he started training me. I got stronger and stronger, until I became more powerful than the great wizard himself. He was very proud of me. He adopted me as a son and I have lived with him in his cottage. I kept asking whom the "others" were, but instead of telling me he said that one day I would find out. From him I learned the art of transforming myself into many creatures, and found the wolf most to my liking.                                                                When Merlin died, at the age of one thousand, I burned down his cottage and covered the evidence of us living there(as requested personally by him.) And I rode away on Midnight, in search of a new adventure.              Chapter 5                                After a year by my lonesome, practicing magic and calling people out to magic duels, the Polish king ordered a law against the practice of magic, and so I had to stop using magic.                                              I did make a friend while dueling people, though. he became my second. Miecyslaw was a general in the Polish Winged Hussars elite military force. He started teaching me the art of swordsmanship, mostly on horseback, and pretty much everything to do with weapons. After months of him training me I enlisted under him and was deployed to many countries to fight wars(although we Polish mostly defended ourselves because we kept getting attacked.)                                        I eventually became a major general, always leading my men into battle on Midnight, and we were almost always victorious. We were the most elite force in the world, until we were conquered by mongols.                                        My favourite war was with the Ukrainians in the 1630s, but I felt sad, for I was destroying friends and foes alike.                                                         My dear friend died in battle in the winter of  '39, and I fell into a depression for many months. I got honorably discharged from the fine cavalry force and as my depression got the better of me, I bought myself a ship at the docks of the Baltic Sea and tried to gather up a crew.                                                                     Chapter 6                                                       " You all know why you have been called here. I have a ship, food, rum, water, whatever you would need for a life on the seas. I have the ship set up with my own flag, cannon, and other weapons. Who will join me in my quest for riches and glory?"                                                   The men gave no answer, some talked to each other, until finally they all said they would.                                                    " Great! We leave right away!" I announced, and walked away, in my Hussar armor onto the ship. It was very uncomfortable for me, so I took the armor off, and went into battle without it, but I wasn't happy about it. Ah, that problem has arrived about my name, hasn't it? Sir Blut was my pirate name, as I was knighted by the greatest pirate of all time, whose name is lost to history. My name before that was Jan Dabrowski. In fact the great general Dabrowski of which the Polish Anthem is based on was descended  from my family.                                                                                  Chapter 7                                                  For four years I plundered the seas, becoming the second greatest pirate in the world. I ended up being pursued by the same pirate who knighted me Sir Blut. After two weeks of him chasing me over the seas, I defeated him and sent him to hell, but it was mostly hand-to-hand combat.                               Two weeks after, I tried something new. I raised my ship from the sea, and it began sailing in the air. I figured, as a pirate, I didn't have to listen to any laws. I felt. Powerful. My crew were horrified, and backed away from me. I felt a mutiny going on. I put the Silver Swan back into the sea, and waited.  -------------------------------------------------------------------------                                                "Blut, we don't like what yer cookin'." The mutineers barged out of their quarters, armed with wooden planks. (weapons were only handed out during battle)                                  " And what would that be?"                                             "Err..*pause* Never ye mind! The point is we want you out!", my 1st mate said.                                I laughed, and pulled a flintlock on him. He went limp and dropped the plsnk, while kneeling on two knees.             "Please. Don't kill me. Men, put your sticks down."                                     " No, no, keep them raised, by all means, you'll need them" I said. I shot him, and as he fell, I put that pistol in my holster and pulled out another one.                                      Suddenly, cannon fire erupted out from the distance. I stopped, and listened. Abruptly, the main mast split in two and fell on most of my men. Next thing I know, the British are boarding my vessel, and arrested those of use that weren't crushed by the mast.                                                                   Chapter 8                                            Now I was really frustrated. ANOTHER JAIL CELL!!! Luckily, every one of us had a different cell assigned to us, thank god. After my astonishment was over, I began looking around for a way to get out, for I would not wait around for a pointless trial that would end in a hanging.                                    I grinned as I saw an old, discarded wire in a corner of my cell. I picked up the wire and approached the cell door. Thankfully, all of my crew, and the guard were asleep, by the looks of it. I inserted the "key" into the keyhole after having bent it into a line with a handle. As I turned the wire, unlocking the door, the guard woke, picking up his musket in one hand as he stood up and exclaimed "Hey!"                                                       He walked up to my cell and opened the door. As he hit me in the side of the head with the butt of his musket, I grabbed the knife hanging from his belt and stabbed him in between his neck and left shoulder. As he fell limp and fell to the floor, I took his musket from his cold, dead hands, as well as his set of keys, and ran towards the exit that would take me to the docks.          I looked around the docks, surprised to see them empty of people. There was but one boat tied to the docks, a small sloop. "Too easy..." I thought to myself, but since that was my ony chance of escape I decided to board her. Before I cut the lines away I went below-decks, finding the cargo hold to be full of food and rum and weapons. I got discouraged then because I thought surely that would slow the sloop down.      After checking the cabin, and emerging from it, I was surprised to see the sails have been lowered. I looked to the docks, now full of people; people who were about to board the vessel. I shot into the crowd with my musket and killed what looked like a captain. Then I threw the musket as if it were a javelin, and killed another person with the bayonet.               I ran up to the line keeping the sloop from sailing and cut it with a dagger I found below. The ship flew forward, but very soon I heard cannon fire from the fort. The way those guns were positioned, their range was pobably a few kilometers, at the least, but no ball hit my vessel, and very soon the city/port, which I later figured must have been Bristol, was out of sight.                     End                             End