INTRODUCTION

Long ago, in the Second Age of Middle Earth, the greatest wizard who had ever
lived in Buthor, mixed the liquid silver with the blood of the mystic, powerful,
unbelievable dark elf that no human has ever seen before, producing a sword
so powerful that its owner could ruled all the kingdoms he wanted with it. Its
power magnitude was so huge that it would give immortality and knowledge to
the person who had the glory of getting it. When Bethel, the wizard, told the
king about his creation and he was really impressed. This sword was a symbol
of power and glory of the kingdom. The king asked the wizard what will be the
destiny of the sword and Bethel told him that it would stay in a safe place in
the castle and only in case of danger; the king would be able to use it with the
only purpose to protect the kingdom. The sword must not be in the wrongs
hands; because if a person with bad feelings obtains the sword, terrible things
could occur to the kingdom.
The sword would be kept in secret to the people to avoid any dispute for it. The
buffoon of the king listened to the conversation of two generals that were
talking about a plan to protect the sword in the castle. He was shocked about
the situation and run to tell the citizens that the king was hiding an important
weapon.
When people started listening about this magical sword, everyone started to
fight for it. They were blinded by the power it represented and suddenly the
people wanted the sword to become the strongest knight and to rule the
kingdom. Many people were dying in the local battles for the sword; because of
this, the king decided that no one would have the sword and because it was so
powerful it should be protected in a secret place. So he ordered to protect the
sword until they reach the hideout which will be protected by the wizard.
Many people were not really happy with the kings decision but they must obey
them because the king ordered that if the conflict continues, the army would
have to intervene and put order; killing as many people is necessary to restore
order in the kingdom.
A citizen called Hrothdane didnt agree with the decision and started to plan an
attack to take the sword. Hrothdane started gathering soldiers promising
treasures and glory if they help him to obtain the sword. He gathered 800
soldiers ready to fight for his cause.
That night, the king had a dream were Prishia (the supreme goddess) told him
that the sword was in danger; this is how he knows that something wrong is
going to happen. The next morning, the king tells Bethel to plan a backup plan
to protect the sword if something happens. Bethel told his ward that if
something happens to him, take the sword, run into the mountains and never

come back, because the protection of the sword was the most important
matter for everyones safety.
The day arrived; this day the army would take the sword to the hideout. The
army started to cross the valley where an ambush was waiting for them.
Hrothdane gave the order to start the attack and the war started; but the
attack was not only to obtain the sword, but also to take down the king and
Hrothgar would take is position. The army couldnt resist anymore, so Bethel
order its pupil to take the sword and go hide in the mountains with ten soldiers.
They run away and the disciple said that he would come back for his master.
Hrothdane asks Bethel for the sword, but he refuses to reveal its location,
reason why Bethel is slaughtered. The disciple, called Alffur, had the feeling
that something bad happened but he knew that he must accomplish this
mission given by his master.
Meanwhile, the attack to the castle continues. The army of the king couldnt
hold Hrothdanes people for too much time. The king saw their warriors
suffering and dying; so he decided to surrender for the god of his people. He
asked Hrothdane to forgive his life and let him to go in exile into the mountains.
Hrothdane accepts these conditions but his must handle him all his treasures.
The king went in exile in the mountains, becoming unseen by anyone for the
rest of his days.
Hrothdane won the battle but he didnt obtain the sword; many people ran
away into the mountains to save their lives from the dark times that were
approaching to the kingdom. They know that the only way to recover their
kingdom was defeating Hrothdane using the sacred sword. The people decided
to join and form the resistance and their first mission was to find Alffur.

BODY
As he left the castle, the place where the most tragic event took place, he
found himself in the woods. He was running through the gloomy, frightening
woods, the dim moon was rising, the night was getting darker and Alffur was
really scared because he didnt know what to do or where to go. He knew that
he was followed by the dark shadows and that he had to protect the sword
even if he had to guard it with his own life. He started to get paranoid; he see
things that werent there and to listen to the sounds of darkness chasing him.
The sounds of the woods became more and more rare and frightening; he knew
that the dark shadows were after him, he could feel their steps right behind
him, chasing him. His fear increased, he didnt know where to go, but he knew
that he couldnt stop running, that he had to keep the sword safe, because if
the sword falls in the wrong hands, it would become a symbol of destruction
and soreness for humanity. So he hung on to the sword and kept running until
the lights of hope seem to appear on the horizon. As he got closer to the lights,
and the moon kept arising, he reflected the moonbeams on his sword to blind
the dark shadows. The light reflected was so intense and dazzling that he got
time to escape into the murky forest, trying to get to lights. He discerned that
he didnt have much time so he ran as fast as he could into the lights, trying
not to leave a trace, so that the shadows wouldnt be able to find him. He didn
t know where the lights were leading him, but he was hoping that they would
save him from the wickedness that haunted him. As he was approaching to the
lights, he realized that the glow came from tiny houses from a village. Right in
that moment, he felt relieved, he felt delighted, he felt save. He gladly started
walking to the village hoping that the evil, dark shadows wouldnt find him. As
he walked to the entrances of the village, he ran into three little hobbits, that
were escaping from an angry old men, who was chasing them because they
stole some possessions from his house. Alffur helped them break out from the
old men and as returned, they let Alffur stay in their house. The three hobbits,
Bilbo, Trulhee and Morh, were brothers and soon, Alffur became one of them.
They did everything together, from gathering firewood to drink and fool around
in feasts. Until one day, when LHDSDH, the wizard, by means of a dream, told
Alffur that the dark shadows had found him and that he had to escape in order
to keep the sword safe. Kashjsdg had been living in the village for six years,
where he grew up and became a man, a warrior ravenous of glory and
treasures; and when ldshshs told him to run away, he packed his things and left
the village. Adsgh, oaihd and akdop decided to go with him, because they
considered him as part of the family and families always stick together.
As the hobbits got to convince hdakshdk to let them go with him into the
wildest adventure he was about to embark. He was glad that he didnt have to
face that terrifying situation on his own. So they all pack their things and left
their beloved village in order to protect the splendid, magnificent, glorious
sword. As they were packing their belongings, they could see the torches of the

malevolence creatures, the sons of evil, who were entering the village, looking
for them, looking for the sword, looking for power and wickedness. They got
really scared and thought that they werent going to have a chance to escape,
they could hear the army getting every time closer, destroying everything in
their way; so they took their possessions and ran as fast as they could until
they immersed into the woods. When they were far enough from the village,
they stopped running so that they could figure out what to do, or where to go.
Night had already arrived and the sky was cloudy and the fog was keeping
them from seeing where they were heading. As they were walking, a troll got
into their way. They were afraid, but as the courage prevailed, they decided to
face the creature. They came up with a plan because they knew that the troll
was much stronger than them, and that he could eat them in one second. As
kajhsdskh distracted the troll, the little hobbits took a rope and tied it around
the trolls feet so that he would fall, but it didnt work, and instead, he took
kjsdhudgs into his hands and put it into his mouth and ate him. Jskhdkdh
took the sword and tried to fight the troll, but he was too strong for him. As
kksjdhd was down the trolls throat, he took the sword and he cut the creature
s throat and got out of there. The troll, who was in pain and consequently
really angry grabbed the three hobbits and threw them into a tree. The strike
was so strong that they fell unconscious. Ksksdkgd didnt know what to do, he
found himself into the woods, alone, with an angry giant troll who wanted to
eat him. He was scare to death and was sure that he was going to die; he
closed his eyes expecting the most tragic death. The troll approached him and
when he was about to grab him, someone cut the atrocious, repulsive, trolls
hand. He heard a scream and opened his eye; someone had saved him from
the most atrocious torture. His remarkable hero and the troll began to fight. He
was sure that the troll was going to kill him; he didnt want to watch an ugly
creature eating such a heroic man, and just when the troll was about to eat
him, he took his sword and tore his eyes out and killed him. The dark night,
approached to the petrified boy who was standing right next to his unconscious
tiny friends. As he got closer, he noticed something gleaming, shinning lying
next to the boy. When he was close enough, he notice that the boy had the
lksdhkdh sword, the most powerful, magical, mystic, prestigious sword ever
built. He knew right away those dark shadows and klashdhs armies were
after them and that he had to protect them. He was scared though, because of
what the sword represents and how it can debauch people; but he knew what
would happen if the sword fells in the wrong hands, so he decided to take all of
them to his castle, where they discuss what they should do with the sword and
realized that the sword was the only weapon that could kill the askjdhkdh,
evil, and that they should use it to destroy him. knowing the massive,
astonishing, unspeakable power of the sword, the decided to send jdshlas,
dshsad, the three, little in mass but not In courage, hobbits, with an army in
order to kill lakshdliad.

As Alffur, the hobbits and the army behind them approached to an unseen land
that appeared desolated but whose treetops get lost between the dense
clouds, the deep sound of some trees cracking spread around the lands. As
tempting as the land appeared to take a rest, no one was amused by this
sound, the group decided to avoid more inconvenient situations and headed up
to the east, hoping whoever or whatever was toppling such tall trees go away.
By an old rock road, they walked some time until they found an enormous cave
that hid within the foggy vegetation. [Any hobbit] grabbed a rock and threw it
inside the cave to make sure no beast was guarding it, and there was no
response. Not confident enough, they lighted up a torch with a stick and a
magic potion they got from [check any part of the story] and began looking for
clues of any host in the cave. Alffur bet no being could live in such sharpedscene. All they found was some catlike hair, buried in some rocks. They chose
to stay the night there.
Having eaten a couple of weasels they caught from a nearby burrow, the
hobbits began preparing the place to sleep, as the army and the hero where
together tracing tomorrows journey. But as [any hobbit] was moving a big rock
to place it outside as a fence, it left free a small sink filled with water and what
seemed like an eye. Indeed, a watermelon-sized eye stared at the hobbit long
enough to realize his home was being invaded. It disappeared right away, and
before the hobbit could alert anyone, from the ground raised an enormous
black body, breaking in two parts the cave and swamping it while giant rocks
fell down the ceiling. Alffur jumped against the giant eel, embedding his sword
in its spinal cord, while the men ran for their poles. On the other hand, the
hobbits were pushed against a corner by the eels tail, crushing [hobbit #2]
against a sharp stone and injuring his chest. The creature then headed to the
bottom, sinking Alffur and the sword with it. Remain in there! shouted the
hero to his little fellows before it entered a cold and dark lake underground.
The eel could feel how the sword was tearing off his scales, and started
swimming excitedly to get the hero off his back. Alffur pulls off his sword and
then found himself immersed in a dark, deep pound, and begins looking for any
movement of the eel that had disappeared so spontaneously. On the surface,
the hobbits left the cave and ran as best as they could until [hobbit # 2] could
run no more because of a serious bleeding. Rapidly, [Hobbit # 1] took a blue
powder, a goose feather, a deers antler tip and a bit of blood from the injured
hobbit, and mixed everything his hat. Blue lights began lighting up the hill they
were at, [hobbit # 1] began mentioning spells to save the life of his partner,
however, before he could say more, they both noticed the sound they had
heard earlier in the land of tall trees. The army men advise of something huge
coming.
Losing oxygen, the hero decides to swim in search of a hole to the surface, but
there was no luck. Then he tried to break what appeared to be a thick layer of
ice with his feet, but the eel shows again and bites one of his legs. Determined

to dismember him, it begins to rotate rapidly, but the hero punches his eye and
gets destabilized. Alffur manages to embed his sword into the mouth of the
monster. The eel with its tail breaks the ice above in his pain. As soon as the
hero comes to the surface, he notices a blue liquid poured down the hill on
which the cave was. He approaches closer and gets stunned. An evil creature
of about twice his size is devouring the hobbits, spitting off his robes. A dark
elf.
Damn you! May the gods of the underworld forever curse you! Exclaimed in
anger Alffur. The men kept attacking the Dark elf, but it seemed like no sword
could penetrate his rugged skin. Noticing with difficulty about the presence of
the, the Dark elf turns its attention to him and attempts to grab him, but Alffur
cuts off its finger with the sword. In great pain, the Dark elf jumps screaming
into the black sky. Enraged, this beast with one blow of his hand hits Alffur,
throwing it away. Then it approaches to him, but gets stumbled when he place
his foot where Alffur came out of the pound, and gets stuck. No place to run,
Dark elf. Your time has arrived and grasping his sword, the hero runs into the
great beast, while the men grabbed with ropes the Dark elfs hands. The hero
embeds his sword in its head, splitting it in two.
After losing their hobbits against the dark elf, Alffur and the men headed up to
the land of tall trees, down the valley. As they crossed the forest, they heard
what seemed to be the quiet whispering of people beneath the woods. Having
passed this spooky region, they reached the center of the valley, where there
was nothing but an old sanctuary.
Alffur enters the place, while the other men stay outside. As he reaches a
shrine at the end, his sword begins to shine. A voice is heard from the shrine,
asking whats the intention of Alffurs visit to the deads portal. Having no idea
what he had gone to, Alffur kneels to the shrine and asks for help to defeat
Hrothdane. The deads head master, Whrought, respond affirmatively to his
request, after hearing about the mystical and unique treasure the great wizard
Bethel had created and the fact it remained in such a pure soul as Alffurs.

CONCLUSION
Its sunset. Three days have passed after Hrothdanes took power of the
kingdom of Buthor. Behind a pine forest near the castle, lies Alffur and the
deads army, waiting until noon falls to be blessed by the power of the Moon
goddess Thriphiagh. As soon as the moon takes control of the skies, Alffur gives
the orders t Whrought to begin the assault to the castle, as an army of
thousands of dead souls stand before them with the only wish to protect
Bethels sacred creation. The spies hidden in the woods are the first ones to
notice the deads presence, beginning the war to recover the throne.
As the dead army moves toward the castle, Alffur takes a secret passage that
was created short after the great wizard died, which key was the sword and it
lead right to the castle. The men enter the passage with him, and quickly they
found themselves in the great hall, left alone because of the arrival of the
deads threat. They then head to the throne hall, the head quarters where
Hrothdane wore the kings crown. By the way, some warriors found about his
presence and attack them, so Alffur is force to continue without the protection
on any man from now.
At the doors of the throne hall, Alffur fights an elf guarding the entrance.
Hrothdane realizes the mystic sword is somewhere nearby and his life was in
great danger, so he starts calling for help, but all his men are at battle. Alffur
finally enters the hall, quickly kills two guards inside and push his enemy to
remain in a corner. He knows if he kills Hrothdane, the nightmare for the
kingdom will be over.
No threat could stop him. No curse will fall on Buthor again. Alffur stick his
blade into Hrothdanes throat and kills him, finishing the dark days for this
town.
Alffur is in debt with Whrought and his invincible warriors, reason why he
decides to thank them with the sword. He wanted Whrought to return it to his
owner, the great wizard, somewhere in the underworld, plus, such treasure
could not be kept anywhere on the physical world, as it represented a big
threat for the people that blind to his power.
And so, this kingdom lived the rest of his days in peace, and the mighty sword
remained where no mortal could reach it.