Arise Mylyn The Knight
By: Bulzeye
Our story starts on a farm on the outskirts of Reikland...
It was a sunny day, mother loved to cook. I could smell the delicious smell of Beef stew clouding my room as the smell filled the entire cottage. It was my favorite. Father was out gathering wood for the coming fall. Dinner time came and Father did not come home. It was dusk out by now, and still no sign of Father. My Mother went to the town hall to order a search party for him. A group of the villagers gathered together and decided to look for Father. Mother seemed a bit at ease, although I could tell she was worried with what looked like fear. It put a funny feeling to my stomach and I knew something was horribly wrong. Not long after the search party was sent out there were loud yells in the distance. Horrible blood curdling screams emanated out in the night. I felt goose bumps arise on my skin, and I became frightened. I looked out my window and I saw Sir Gonam. He was the our village crier. He screamed that zombies were on their way to the village and a few have already been killed. Mother grabbed my hand tightly and told me to gather my belongings. It was too late the zombies were here. They beat on the wooden door of our Cottage. One broke the window and fell on the floor and was slowly getting up. Frozen in a trance I could not scream. My mouth was open and nothing was coming out. In a flash my mother lay dead on the ground, the warm blood touching my bare toes. Zombies looking at me and coming closer. In my mind I was telling myself to move but nothing. I closed my eyes and felt a huge gust of wind. A knight stood above me, covered in blood, he held out his hand. he said it wasn't safe and that we had to flee. Gathering up my strength, I stood up, took one last glance at my dead Mother. I left the manor with the knight on his brown stallion. He said he was a Knight of Sigmar, an Elite group of knights trained to quell the zombie horde. We rode for days it seemed and he barely spoke. I asked his name. He told me his name was Rodric Greymane. on the third day of our travels, still shook up from the events, I asked him to train me to be a knight. He looked at me, his face completely still and he handed me and shield and sword. He then spoke.... "We train tomorrow". I was 16 then.
Today I am 20 years old. Mylyn of Sigmar, Knight of the Blazing Sun. i live to serve the Empire and protect those in need. With my at my side and shield on my back I search the world for any threat and will protect the innocent. It was in my 20th year that I became a full knight. With more training ahead of me all I can do is smile and look to the future. It will not be long before I become an Elite of Sigmar. Each swing of my sword, each innocent I protect earns, each evil I banish will know that I am here to protect and defend.