Crystal-Wing-Dragon

         Of all the things that can be critically claimed of pole arms, it would be their length. In an open field with minimal foliage, these glorified spears could decimate opposing forces when in groups of five or more men with like weaponry. But their overall length disallowed for their usage in tight quarters such as the forest I was in now, and even with the custom made decreased length of thirteen feet from the base to the tip of the shaft, I found myself forced to deviate from the standard spear carrying that would have me placing the spear shaft against my right shoulder and have the lethal tip sailing high in the

"Are you ready, Nathan?" Amelia asks me as I descend the steps of the porch. "Yes, and do you have everything you need? Trowel, shears, and what not?" I reply. "I got everything from the sheds. But what's with the armor? Last you told me, all we are doing is collecting some plants, not taking on a small army?" Amelia asks, making note of my near arsenal as we walk along down the path towards the bath house and beyond it, the forests. "I overheard some of the slaves talking about spotting wolf tracks down by the canyon a couple days back. I don't want to take any chances in case I end up running into one. Safety first and all that." I answer.

I hear a banging coming from the floor in the corner of the room. My eyes slowly flutter open. I know I need to get up but my pillow is SO soft as I rub my cheek into it with a content sigh before turning over onto my opposite side and pulling my covers closer to my chin. It's all so soft I hardly want to get out of bed. I stretch my legs underneath the covers, all the way down to my toes as I feel the muscles pull taught before relaxing them again oh so pleasurably. The banging through the floor comes again, this time louder and its closer to my bed. Seven loud bangs that I'm sure must've needed a broom or something to get that loud. "I'm up