Famers Storywriting Debate Tournament Round #1

Challenge Accepted, I am very enthused about this story. Please click all links as you come to them for Extra details, and footnotes. CHAPTER 2 The First Task The shock Allister had endured was overwhelming, and was unexpected. Before him, stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The woman was of average height at Around 5'6. She was slender, with Opaque colored skin. Her hair was long, brown, and straight. It poured over her shoulders like a waterfall, down to her lower back. Allister stared into her bright blue eyes, awestruck. Suddenly, he snapped out of his trance, and moved towards her. "Who are yo-" Allister tripped clumsily on the chair that he was using earlier, and landed face flat on the floor. Allister quickly got back to his feet, and looked up, only to find that the woman that was once there, was gone. Quickly, he rushed over to the spot where he had seen her, and looked about wildly. He checked Tjorbörn's room, then his, then finally the sparring room. She was no where to be found. The only exit being the door behind him, he had no clue as to where she could have gone. Finally after about 10 minutes of lucid searching, Allister gave up. He had a long day of training, and was obviously hallucinating. There was no woman, he must have just imagined it. Allister, grabbed his bow, and headed off to the woods to hunt. THE NEXT DAY Allister showed up to his training session mid-day, around the same time he and his master always met up for training. Allister stared out into the plains, admiring the beauty and grace of his surroundings. He loved this place. This was more of a home to him, than any place allister had ever lived in. After losing his parents age 10, Allister had known only one home, and it was this one. Tjorbörn was like a father to him. In any case, he was the closest thing that Allister even had to family. Allister sighed, and let the cool breeze of the summer wind glide gently across his body. The tall grass in the meadow in front of Tjorbörn's home, moved methodically in the breeze, their movements were almost hypnotizing. Where was Tjorbörn? He was never late. Allister thought of the conversation he and his master shared the previous day. 'but are you ready to kill? Even if the person does not deserve it?' Tjorbörn's words echoed back in his head. Of course he could. What, did Tjorbörn think that he had learned nothing over the past 10 years? Allister remembered when he was first confronted with death upfront. http://www.debate.org... Allister now seemed angry that Tjorbörn would even ask him this. Of course he could. Allister grabbed a rock and stood up. Anger flooded his heart. He was ready. He threw the rock as hard as he could, off into the meadow. He grinned and admired his strength, as the rock flew about 30 yards into the meadow. Suddenly a hand plopped down onto his shoulder. Allister didn't hesitate this time. He drew his knife and flipped around ready to skewer his victim. "Whoa, it's just me Allister! Put the knife away, boy." Tjorbörn stood wife the blade of Allister's knife pressed bluntly against his neck. Allister lowered his weapon and let out a sigh of relief. "Your late." Allister replied bluntly. Tjorbörn looked peeved by Allister's willingness to accuse, but decided it wasn't worth the lecture. "Come inside, boy. We have certain matters to discuss." Tjorbörn then turned and walked towards the home. Allister was confused. What was there to discuss? He followed him bewildered into the house. Allister sat down as Tjorbörn started the fire. Tjorbörn sat down. The warmth of the fire was delightful, and Allister took it in gratefully, as he watches the flicker flames lick the air. "Allister it is time. I have thought about this long and hard, and I believe you to be ready for your first Job" Tjorbörn Allister was dumbfounded. He opened his mouth to reply, but the words escaped him. Tjorbörn continued " I have been contacted recently by an agent who is willing to pay big money for the completion of this job. I am entrusting you with this responsibility, Allister." Allister was still confused and shocked. Just yesterday, Tjorbörn had lectured him on how we wasn't nearly ready. Suddenly, the nearby fireplace, seemed to have gotten hotter. "Well don't just sit there, say something!" Tjorbörn said vexed. Allister snapped out of it, and mumbled in response, "That's great! Who is my first target!?" Tjorbörn was silent, and looked pensive about what he would say next. The fire nearby seemed uncomfortably warm to Allister at this point. Tjorbörn responded in a solemn tone. "King Melvar of Elkvale, is who our next target is." Allister's heart dropped. 2 DAYS LATER The plans had been worked out. Allister and Tjorbörn had studied their plans for the past 2 days, such that they were sown into their memories, step by step. As the two men rode into Elkvale, Allister couldn't help but feel worried. This is what he had been waiting for. He had been dreaming about this day for years, and now that it was so close, suddenly, he wished for that anticipation back, but it was far from gone. Allister felt alone, though his master was close to his side. The two entered the city dressed in fine clothes, worn only by those of royal decent. Both were draped in long blue robes, laced with the finest silk in all of Midland. Gems lined the cuff's of their robes, and both men remained as they entered the city. The guards, after taking a look at the two of them, did not hesitate to allow the men passage into the city. It was a busy day in ElkVale. Citizens walked to and from work, from market places to their homes, all oblivious to the plans of the two newcomers. As Allister and Tjorbörn made their way to the city, both men and woman who came close, would bow with respect them. While allister gave the appearance of royalty with his clothing, he felt rather silly in those clothes. I could never be royalty, Allister thought, If I would have to wear these every day. Finally the two men arrived at the palace. Two palace guards stood at the entrance. " What business do ye have at the palace of the king?" Said the guard standing to the left of the palace doors. Allister tensed up. He hadn't expected questions, and had hoped to gain easy entrance to the palace. Tjorbörn looked at the man Cooley, and responded " We are friends of Melvar's traveling from Shelton. May you grant us passage?" The guard looked Tjorbörn up and down, then determined he wasn't threat. He then nodded, and proceeded to opening the palace doors. The two men dismounted their horses, and went inside. Allister began to admire the palace. http://www.debate.org...Both men trudged up the stairs, ready to complete their mission. At the top of the stairs, the palace stretched out even farther along. There were multiple corridors, filled with all sorts of rooms. The main corridor that lay directly in front of them, near the end, was embraced by big red wooden doors with golden place holds. Tjorbörn nodded at Allister and broke off towards the right as planned. Allister didn't waste any time as he snuck off to the where he studied the kitchen to be. Sure enough as he turned the corner, he found the kitchen, only a few doors away. He was about to rush towards them when suddenly two guards walked out of them talking to each other and laughing mildly as they told one other stories of their day. Allister Quickly darted back around the corner. He had no time, he would have to proceed to the mission after the guards were gone. He had nowhere to hide. Allister noticed a door with the words "Mirva" above it. He drew a knife out from under his robes, and quickly dashed in the door. There, in the the room, sitting on a chair, was the woman he had thought he had seen. Allister lowered his weapon, astounded by her beauty.Good luck to my opponent! I will let you be creative with what happens next.