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In middle aged England, there was a warrior named Drake. One day Drake was given orders by King Edward, "I would like to siege this, Stirling Castle," the king told him. "You look quite strong, but I will need you to build a catapult. I will give you two weeks to finish it." "Two weeks? Your Majesty, that's impossible!" Drake looked stunned. The king smiled. "If you find the right people to assist you, it will be no problem at all." Drake was still unsure. "I will reward you greatly if you build it in time." Drake bowed, and went on his way. "Two weeks," he thought over and over again. Lost in his confusion, Drake accidentally stumbled over a woman who was hunched over, on the ground. "Oh, I'm very sorry ma'am. Are you alright?" The young woman slowly looked up at him. "Ahh, Drake," she smiled. "The warrior," the woman laughed a little as she sat up straight. "How do you know who i am?" "The king has given you orders to siege Stirling Castle, eh?" "Uh, wh- yeah," Drake stammerd. She laughed again. "I shall help you." "Wait just a minute! Who do you think you are?" "My name is Tracy, I am a sorceress," she whispers. "A sorc-" "Shh!" She put her hand over his mouth to stop him. "To you, I am just an old woman you found panhandling on the street." Drake nodded. Making small talk on the way, they derived a plan for building the catapult. "We will need someone strong," Tracy paused. "Stronger than you, I think." Drake looked away from her. "And just where, do you think we will find someone stronger than me?" he replies, puffing his chest out with pride. "There," she points ahead of them. "Oh," Drake says dumbfounded. "Well, I'm still the strongest warrior, among Man..." Tracy rolled her eyes. "You! Over there!" Tracy calls. The giant looks down at her. "We need your help. The king has ordered this guy here to build a catapult, and take over Stirling Castle, but I'm afraid we don't have anyone to assist us in building it. Would you be willing to help us?" The giant tilted her head, as if to think for a moment, and then nodded. "Excellent," Tracy smiled. Sitting on the shoulders of Caitlin, the female giant, it only took them a few minutes to arrive on the property of Stirling Castle. "Here we are," Tracy anounces. The building of the catapult only took them one week out of the two that was given. And the people inside the castle had no intention of giving up, until they saw the giant mass of wood, metal, and rope that haunted their vision. "We can't take them, my Lord. Suppose they have a whole army waiting beyond those woods? We will die in here," said Fredrick, the lead gaurdian of the castle. "I'm afraid you are wrong, Fredrick. We will surrender," Lord Randal replies. The nervous Fredrick cautiously made his way out to the tiny group of people who had built the giant bouquet of terror. "Ho there! I have a message from Lord Randal." Drake stood up and met with the small man who seemed to drown in his own armor. "Yes?" Drake said. "He would like to surrender. We will leave, you get the castle, we won't die... We all win here." "I'm afraid I will have to talk to the king about that one." Fredrick nodded. "As you were," he slowly backed away, and returned to the castle. The next day the king set up a whole army around Stirling Castle. Surrendering was not an option for King Edward. "Ready?" "Aye!" the soldiers called. "Fire!" King Edward yells. They all watched in awe as the first boulder went crashing into the wall of Stirling Castle. "Say! Sir Drake! Come over here." Drake slowly approached the king. "Yes, Your Majesty?" "I would like to give you a bonus... this catapult is far greater than I ever imagined... What do you call this thing?" Drake's face lit up. "The Strom Demon." Tracy, who overheard this banter, looked at Caitlin, and rolled her eyes.
The Storm Demon
