It was a wet Sunday morning in Cronus. A young boy who lived in Cronus with his father, mother and his brother once before he went off to become a Cronus guard. The young boys name was MrExtreme who every day sat at the Cronus gate watching warriors and mages walk through the gate. He also watched young wariors and mages go out to kill mad bulls. Each day he looked out at the madbulls and dreamed of slicing through them with a huge sword. Back to the story. It was a wet Sunday morning in Cronus and MrExtreme had just turned 10. Mr Extreme woke up in his little house to look out his window to see the horrible day that was before him. His mum was cooking breakfast in a little kitchen and as MrExtreme went in he saw a parcel rapped up in crunchy brown paper. His mother said "open it, sorry if you don`t like it, but your father didn`t get paid again for the 11th time in a row". MrExtreme slowly walked over to the parcel and opened it. He was instantly excited to see a book about moves for warriors and training exercises. Then it hit him he didn`t even have a sword, but then he saw on the wet road of Cronus, a dusty old sword, so he rushed out the door. MrExtreme rushed to the sword as quickly as possible to notice, it wasn`t a sword at all, but a dagger a Liverey`s Dagger. He just stood there looking at it and decided to give it a spin, so MrExtreme span the dagger around in the air. He guessed it had about 5 durability left, so he was lucky his dad was a blacksmith.....

                      To Be Continued