Here's a little series I've randomly decided to make. If anyone would like to animate it or draw it, I would be willing to talk. However, it truly isn't nedded, as this is purely for fun. I hope you enjoy this installment of The Legend of Keith!

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Children from all over the internets, gather 'round and let me tell you a tale. It is a tale of grand proportions, a tale upon an epic scale, a tale so amazing that few can read it without being physically AND emotionally moved. It is a tale of a young lad, a lad named Keith.
This young lad had a very peculiar problem - he was love struck. He had eyes for one and no other, and he believed whole heartedly that they were meant for each other. However, it seemed, at least to him, that the universe was dead-set on preventing him from being with his love. This is not his story, but rather the story of "The Cay" with Keith superimposed upon the main character!
Just kidding.
Here we go.

"...and I said 'Calculator? I don't even know her!' Hahaha..."
"Ben, that was the worst joke I've ever heard."
"Shut up Keith, we're here." They were in front of a small shop, with dark brown curtains covering the windows on either side of the door. The sign above had lost some letters, but could still be read as "Littleton's Lances."
"That's somewhat comedic," Keith said.
"I don't know...do you think the kids will get it?"
"Does it matter?" Keith looked at Ben and chuckled. "I mean, no one gets your jokes and we still include them..."
"Shut up and enter."

As they entered the shop, a little bell rang, and a scruffy looking man behind the counter looked up. He was seated in a swiveling chair and spun to face the door, and looked in amazement at the two teens who entered his shop. "My, I haven't seen anyone here in ages. This decrepit city has been nearly abandoned since the incident a month ago...what are you still doing here?"
"You know..." said Keith, "just looking around, window shopping, trying to find some new drapes to furnish my friends recently destroyed house..."
"We don't sell drapes here," replied the man. "If you need a weapon, we can supply one. If not, you would be best to leave this forsaken city."
"Believe me sir, we'll be out of here ASAP," Ben responded, surveying the old beat-up shop. The only thing in the shop that wasn't a shade of ugly brown was a display of shiny silver lances on the wall. "However, first we would like to speak with..." Ben paused and leaned in as he whispered "L."

The man almost fell off his chair as he shot backward in shock.
"There is no such person here. Leave now."
"Don't lie to us, old man," Keith taunted. "We know he's here."
The man got up and glared at Keith. "Don't you call me old man. I'm only 42!"
"Hey, calm down," Ben said. "Look, I know he's here. L was a good friend of mine, and I know he hasn't left."
"He isn't here," the man said firmly, "and if you don't believe me, I can always persuade you with one of these shiny lances..."
"We don't want to buy a lance," responded Keith.
"I wasn't offering to sell one!"

The man spun around and grabbed a lance of the wall. He pointed it a Keith, who backed up a bit. The man was about to stab at him when there was a quick flash of steel and a clang, and a single hook sword had wrapped itself around the lance.

"I'd think twice if I were you," Ben said, looking the man in the eyes. "My other hand has this sword's partner, and if you don't point us in L's direction, then you may find yourself in a terrible predicament."
The man stared at him for a second, and then slid the lance back and out of the first sword's hook. He put it back on the wall while saying, "If it weren't for the fact that you were his friends, I'd wonder how you produced that sword." He turned to Keith. "What are your wings made of?"
Keith put his hand behind his back, then brought it back in front of him with a Twinkie on top. "Do you want it?"

"Hahaha...that's just odd," the man responded. "Anyway, he's behind that door." The man pulled a curtain back to reveal a door of silver shinier than the lances on the wall. "Enter, and hopefully my son can help you." He wheeled his seat back to its original spot at a desk at the back of the shop, muttering something about his son never letting him meet his friends.

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"Please, come in, come in," said Lance as they entered the room. It looked metallic, yet Keith could somehow tell it was soundproof. As they looked around, Lance pointed at two small stools. "Sit down, why don't you. Would you like something to drink? Eat? I have green freeze pops."
As he handed them the frozen treats, Ben took his and sighed. "Please don't tell me you have wings made of green freeze pops."
"Hahaha, no I don't. That would be pretty sweet though."
"Already made that joke Lancinator," Keith said, rolling his eyes.
"Please, it's Lance. Now, why are you guys here?"
"Well Lance, for starters," Ben said, "what the hell happened here?"
"Well, when you two left for your little vaca, the monsters came...

"At first, they presented no real threat. It seemed as if they were only a minor nuisance to us. We track kids could run circles around even the fastest of them, the footballers could knock any large ones back, and those chess club kids could throw a mean queen if they got angry enough. But soon the creatures came in greater numbers, and instead of just goblins and ogres, even more showed up, like centaurs and even trolls.

"In all honesty, we stood no chance. They wiped us out as soon as they had what they needed. They kidnapped a handful of students and teachers, and then left us. However, they had already rampaged the entire town. This whole area has become a wasteland now. It looks as if we are the only ones left within the city, perhaps within the entire area. In fact, I'm amazed my father and I have survived this long. Perhaps it is because, for some reason, I am stronger than they are..."

"Does that mean that you have wings as well?" Ben asked.
"At the moment, it is better for you to not know. If I have wings, you'll only want me to come with you, which I cannot, for I must stay here with my father. If I don't have wings, then you'll end up never coming back to visit your old friend Lance."

The sound of a huge explosion was faintly heard in the direction of the shop. A speaker then came on and the old man's voice came through saying "Lance, your friends may want to leave using the back entrance. It's just a small troll, I can handle it, but they may want to leave soon..."
"You heard the geezer," Keith said, "We gotta go now Lance."
"You sure you don't want to come with?" Ben said, standing up.
"No, but I have to stay. Don't worry, we'll meet again." Lance opened a door behind him, and Ben and Keith walked out into the sunlight, waving to Lance as they left. Lance then got up and unfastened a lance from the wall. He opened the door and charged out, joining his father to fight the troll.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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