Grandfather, tell my a story!

Alright, go and get your storybook.

No, no, not one of those, a real story!

A real story?

Yes, tell me about when you were a boy.

Well, then, I shall have to take you back with me,

A long way in time...



It was my thirteenth year on a cold winters

Day, as I walked through the enchanted

Forest, I heard the sound of horses, and men

At arms, I felt compelled to walk on and

Find the place of these sounds, and when

The forest did clear I was standing on a

Hill before me the armies of the worlds

Standing, waiting. I thought to myself, for

Whom or for what are they waiting?

Suddenly a gust of wind came up from theNorth, there appeared a lone rider, holding

A sword of steel, then from the south came

Another, bearing a battle ax, from the east

Came a third holding a spiked club, and

Finally from the west, a rider who weilded

A great hammer of war. with them came

Their soldiers of death, followed by an

Army of immortals. they were few in number

But the look in their eyes told all who

Beheld them that they would leave this day

Only in victory or death. and there was a

Great silence...

My heart began to pound, storm clouds

Filled the sky with darkness, rain came, and

The four winds blew with such anger that i

Held fast to a tree. I watched the four

Riders raise their weapons into the air.Without warning, screaming their war cry

They led the attack, down to the battle they

Rode, they met the armies of the world with

A mighty clash! I could feel the ground

Shake, the earth drank much blood that

Day. each of the four, was unto himself,a

Whirlwind of doom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



When the smoke did clear, many thousands

Were dead. there was much blood and gore.

Their bodies lay broken and scattered

Across the battlefield like brown leaves

Blown by the wind. and I saw the four ride

Together to the top of the hill, while below

Them the soldiers of death assembled, all

Those who would now swear allegiance

To them.And the four spoke the words of the

Warriors prayer.



Gods of war I call you, my sword

Is by my side.

I seek a life of honor, free from

All false pride.

I will crack the whip with a bold

Mighty hail.

Cover me with death if I should

Ever fail.

Glory, majesty, unity

Hail, hail, hail.



And as I stood and looked on, I heard the

Armies of the world hail them without

End, and their voices of victory carried

Long and far throughout the land!

Well, thats it, did you like the story?

Yeah, it was great!

Oh good, Im glad. now off to bed with you.

Grandfather?

Yes?

Who were those four men?

Who were they?

They were the metal kïngs!!!!!!!!!!!!