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Last King Chapter 1
#WritcoStoryPrompt17
The last bullet left the muzzle of his rifle with a deafening bang. It took with him all his hopes of survival.
He reached for the sharp knife held at his bootstrap. He wasn't going out without a fight! He heard growling as he readied himself as the big brown bear attacked him.
The man slashed the bear in the head as the bear roared. "You will not defeat me as I the 'Great Samuel Langton' will finally defeat a bear and bring home something worthy." Ever since King Arthur was king for 3 years he has been wanting to be like him, so seeing a strange weapon and killing the bear will make him the most respected in his village.
The bear attacked again and scratched the man's stomach as he coughed up blood. The bear pounced on him as it scratched his face, but Sam steadied his knife and stabbed the bear in the neck multiple times as it fell - not moving.
It took 10 minutes for Sam to get away from under the bear and he huffed. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and put the knife in his oil bag with all his strength and picked up the bear. He walked down the grove and saw a small village filled with people as they stopped and looked at Sam and gawked. Sam smirked as he passed them and went into his own home with his own family.
He walked up the steps aggressively holding the bear in place as he walked into his home.
He heard screaming and yelling as he slammed the bear down to the ground and hear a thump. Everyone turned and saw Sam smiling.
A pregnant woman came up to him touching his face. "Samuel, what happened?" she asked.
Samuel kissed her lips. "Nothing, Marilyn, I just brought home dinner," he said to his wife.
"Yeah, but your face -"
"- will be healed. Don't worry, okay."
"Daddy, what's that?" a little girl pointed at his rifle.
"Oh, this, Henrietta is a rifle. You can shoot things," he said.
"Yeah, but where did you get that?" Marilynn asked.
"I don't know, while I was fighting the bear it appeared out of nowhere."
"So, we're having bear for dinner?" the other little girl asked.
"Yes, Majorie, and for probably a month so we won't starve."
"That's very sweet, but I'm already cooking-"
"No, it's fine I could put it in the basement." Sam dragged the bear and put it in the basement and went back out.
Henrietta and Majorie were playing in their seats when Marilynn came out and placed cut-up chicken on their plates and they ate. Sam came up to his wife as she was placing the chicken on two plates and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hey," he mumbled.
"Hi," she said.
He turned her around, went to his knees, and kissed her pregnant belly. "Hello, Gregory, I hope you're not hurting your mother, cause you know she's having back pains."
Marilyn winced in pain. "I think he knows, Sam. The kicks are hurting my side."
"I just want to make sure." Marilyn grabbed the plates and went to the table as they both sat down and ate with their children.
"Sweetie did you know that a letter came from King Arthur's messenger saying he wants to have us and the entire people in the Carat village at his ball to celebrate the anniversary of when he first became king."
Sam choked on his chicken as he couldn't believe his ears. "Are you okay?" He ignored his wife and was thinking about meeting his idol in person.
He smiled wide."When is it?"
"Tomorrow night."
© Breanna Holton
The last bullet left the muzzle of his rifle with a deafening bang. It took with him all his hopes of survival.
He reached for the sharp knife held at his bootstrap. He wasn't going out without a fight! He heard growling as he readied himself as the big brown bear attacked him.
The man slashed the bear in the head as the bear roared. "You will not defeat me as I the 'Great Samuel Langton' will finally defeat a bear and bring home something worthy." Ever since King Arthur was king for 3 years he has been wanting to be like him, so seeing a strange weapon and killing the bear will make him the most respected in his village.
The bear attacked again and scratched the man's stomach as he coughed up blood. The bear pounced on him as it scratched his face, but Sam steadied his knife and stabbed the bear in the neck multiple times as it fell - not moving.
It took 10 minutes for Sam to get away from under the bear and he huffed. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and put the knife in his oil bag with all his strength and picked up the bear. He walked down the grove and saw a small village filled with people as they stopped and looked at Sam and gawked. Sam smirked as he passed them and went into his own home with his own family.
He walked up the steps aggressively holding the bear in place as he walked into his home.
He heard screaming and yelling as he slammed the bear down to the ground and hear a thump. Everyone turned and saw Sam smiling.
A pregnant woman came up to him touching his face. "Samuel, what happened?" she asked.
Samuel kissed her lips. "Nothing, Marilyn, I just brought home dinner," he said to his wife.
"Yeah, but your face -"
"- will be healed. Don't worry, okay."
"Daddy, what's that?" a little girl pointed at his rifle.
"Oh, this, Henrietta is a rifle. You can shoot things," he said.
"Yeah, but where did you get that?" Marilynn asked.
"I don't know, while I was fighting the bear it appeared out of nowhere."
"So, we're having bear for dinner?" the other little girl asked.
"Yes, Majorie, and for probably a month so we won't starve."
"That's very sweet, but I'm already cooking-"
"No, it's fine I could put it in the basement." Sam dragged the bear and put it in the basement and went back out.
Henrietta and Majorie were playing in their seats when Marilynn came out and placed cut-up chicken on their plates and they ate. Sam came up to his wife as she was placing the chicken on two plates and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hey," he mumbled.
"Hi," she said.
He turned her around, went to his knees, and kissed her pregnant belly. "Hello, Gregory, I hope you're not hurting your mother, cause you know she's having back pains."
Marilyn winced in pain. "I think he knows, Sam. The kicks are hurting my side."
"I just want to make sure." Marilyn grabbed the plates and went to the table as they both sat down and ate with their children.
"Sweetie did you know that a letter came from King Arthur's messenger saying he wants to have us and the entire people in the Carat village at his ball to celebrate the anniversary of when he first became king."
Sam choked on his chicken as he couldn't believe his ears. "Are you okay?" He ignored his wife and was thinking about meeting his idol in person.
He smiled wide."When is it?"
"Tomorrow night."
© Breanna Holton
