In the distent land of isis, there lived a young princess, who loved to be outside. on one, perticularly nice, day, she went out to talk to the birds, when suddenly she was captuerd by an evil mage, and told the king if he did not reliquish his kingdom to him, he would keep the princess untill her death.
in desperation, the king sent his greatest knights to save his duagter, but alas, it was all in vain.
the king had almost lost all hope, when he heard that a young sorccerer had come to his kingdom. the disstresed king called for the sorccerer to be brought before him.
when he saw the sorccerer he was dumbstruck, he wore the simple cloths of a pesent.
"Why dose thou wear such rags?" the king asked, "Surly a being of your power could aford more noble atire."
"Dear king," the sorccerer said, bowing humbly, "I am not one to care for matirial things, I am more satisfied in aiding those who need my services."
the king, slightly puzzeld, sent the sorccerer forth to the castile of the mage.
the sorccerer enterd the castile of the mage, whom he saw seated on his throne, confidently. when the mage saw the intruder he laughed, "does thou jest? are ye the last hope for the princess' rescue?"
"why do ye doubt my power?" the sorccerer asked.
"only a fool of a sorccerer would go to battale wearing such rags," the Mage snered.
"judging one by their apperence will be thy downfall Mage."
the mage cast dark magic at the young sorcerer, who dogged it and cast his own spell, "may thy mighty light smight the one who bars my way." an intess light eminated from the sorccerer.
the mage screamed and coverd his eyes, and he disapperd, never to be seen again.
the young sorccerer was geeted by cheers and song, as he carryed the young princess home.
after much feasting and marryment, the sorccerer packed up his few belongings and set out, but was stoped by the king, "thou does not have to leave so hastily, thou can stay here, we shall treat you how thou should."
"my dear king," the sorccerer bowed, "I have done what I came here to acomplish, now I must go forth to where I am needed."
"will thou come back to our humble town?" the king asked.
"I pray not," the sorccerer said, "for if i did it would mean your kingdom is in need of my services," and with that final word, the sorccerer traveled on to where he was needed.
(hey i made it up in five minuets, what did you expect?) ;)