Round Robin Story Debate - RD. 1, Logic vs. isallannoyyo

Ito tumbled head over heels. The world slowed to a stop. Ito’s sword flew from his hand. Desco peered over the balcony, watching Ito fall. Ito’s hands flailed in the air, his feet swinging as if he was swimming. Ito blinked, and his life flashed before him. 5 years old, Ito lay on the cobblestoned road crying. His knee clutching his knees. His father walked over to him and quietly withdrew Ito’s hands. Ito’s knee had been scraped red raw. His father raised his finger and wiped Ito’s tears from his face. “Son, real men don’t cry. Don’t worry, this will heal. Your dignity won’t.” Ito sobbed louder. “But, but it hurts!” “Shh, I know Ito. You just will have to take it like a man, don’t cry.” His father picked him up and put him on his shoulders. “Let’s take you to your momma, she’ll be able to fix you up. Ito continued to fall. He flipped in mid-air, his head lifted up to the sky. There were many stars in the sky that night. He blinked again. 10 years old, Ito stands in the doorway of his house, his mother with a hand on his shoulder, his father a hand on his other. Ito was dressed in a beautiful navy blue buttoned up uniform, he wore black dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a black tie. It was his first day at the academy. Ito clutched at his mother’s skirt. “But mom, I don’t want to go!” his mother gently pulled her skirt from Ito’s hands. “Ito, you are a man! This is your duty, everybody does this.” “But I don’t want to leave home!” “You won’t be leaving home, all your little friends will be going to. Alfray is going!” Ito’s hung head picked up. “Alfray is going?” “Of course! He’s a boy, isn’t he?” Ito burst out laughing. “Of course he is mama!” Ito’s mother patted his hair and pulled him close into a tight hug. “Then what’s the problem? All your friends will be there, and we’ll be able to see you at the end of the year! We’ll send you letters every week!” Ito pulled his head out of his mother’s grasp. “Promise every week?” His mother smiled widely. “Every week.” Ito removed himself from his mother’s grasp and ran to his father. He gave his father a quick hug and dashed out of the house. A carriage stood outside, waiting for him. The horses neighed impatiently. Standing outside of the carriage stood a tall, muscular man. “Hello Ito, I will be your headmaster, my name if Frederick.” Ito was rapidly approaching the ground. He couldn’t be more than 10 meters away. He saw the fountain below him, spraying water into the air. It was a beautiful garden, and a beautiful fountain. Ito was 15 years old. His parents had stayed truthful to their words and had sent letters every week. But one week, the letters stopped coming. Frederick pulled Ito from his class into his private study. He sat at his desk and solemnly looked at Ito. Frederick spoke. Ito’s shoulders slumped, his eyes died, his smile faded. Frederick’s mouth moved again, Ito unable to hear the words. Ito sat in the chair in front of Fredericks desk, sobbing uncontrollably. Fredrick tried to console him, a futile effort. It was a rainy day. Ito stood in front of two stones, Frederick and Alfray next to him. A preacher stood behind them, reading from his bible. Ito’s tears mixed with the rain. Ito’s body smashed against the fountain. He cracked right through the fountain and smashed into the cobblestone ground. Water started spurting every which way, soaking Ito’s unconscious body. --- The crowd gathered, milling around in the town square listening intently to the town crier. In the middle of the square a large wooden platform had been made, rising high above the heads of the crowd. On the platform stood an odd assortment of three men. One had a black hood over his head with holes for his eyes and mouth. He wore a leather shirt, pants, and heavy work boots. The second was the town crier, wearing his silly hat and button up shirt. The third was a muscular man wearing a simple cloth shirt and pants. He had a black hood over his head, hiding his identity to the crowd. The town crier had a large scroll and was reading from it, his voice reaching everyone’s ears. “For crimes against the crown, this man has been found guilty and has been convicted. Thus, he will face the ultimate penalty for treason, death.” The crowd cheered, another public hanging added some drama to their dull days. King Lars II watched the hanging from his palace window, a wide smile on his face. The rebels had been betrayed and all the players were arrested and hung in front of the crowds. After this man was hung, the rebellion would be officially over. The hangman slipped the thick noose over the man’s neck. He guided the man over to the trap door and stood him over it. He slowly plodded back to a lever in the platform, once pulled it would open the trapdoor. The town crier turned to the condemned man. “Do you have any last words?” The man raised his head to the direction of the town crier. “No regrets.” The town crier turned to the hangman and nodded. The hangman put his calloused hands over the lever and pulled. The trapdoor suddenly opened, and the man swung, Ito’s feet almost touching the ground. His body was removed as soon as his feet stopped twitching. King Lars II turned his back and sighed satisfied. The rebellion died with that man. He turned and sat on the throne. He relaxed and leaned back, inspecting the chamber. The tiger rug really was quite clean he remarked. “Desco!!” he cried. Desco ran down the halls of the castle as fast as he could, dashing into the chamber. “Sir?” I thank my opponent for an extremely interesting debate (accidently posted this in the previous round). It was a great story and I enjoyed it immensly!