The Tale of Peter the Yorker

[norwegianviking]

Note: This is the story written By James in my other story England:Nation of the Qeeen

Prolouge:
Peter age 2 was hungry. His mother had died a month earlier and had only left a canteen of water. As little peter wadled through the streets of London he spotted a fruit sellar selling fruit. Quitly he got down on all fours and crawled towards the stand.
"Yes it is amazing that the Queen has organized that many people to go settle a new city!"
"Of course they want to go, it's too darn crowded here!"
The fruit seller was talking to one of his cosumers, giving Peter a chance to take some fruit. He snotched an apple and crawled back to the basket he had been living in for the past thirty days.
"Hey!" he heard the fruit sellar yell, "some body stole tmy two prize apples!!"
As the portly man walked around accusing people of stealing the apple that Peter had , little Peter fell fast asleep, dreaming of his mother.

 

[norwegianviking]

Peter woke up from his slumber.
'Darn,' he thought, 'forgot to eat yesterday!'
Slowly the ten year old orphan stood up and brushed himself off.
'Now where the heck did that fruit stand go?'
He walked into the streets, looking for anything eatable liing around.
'Well, better put on my act now!'
Peter stood up and started to yell "Murder, murder, down that alley, someones been murdered!"
As the crowds rushed past him to see what was going on he picked a few pockets then headed to the new unmanned fruit stall.
'Oranges or apples, I think I'll take both.'
Suddenly someone in the crowd tured around.
"Thief, thief, he's stealing fruit, stop him!"
Peter ran for all he was worth, dashing away from the city and into the vineyards to the west.
Even with a hoard of people chasing him he had time to swipe afew grapes.
"Catch that thief!" someone yelled as he dodged past a worker.
'They'll need somethin much faster than feet to catch me!' Peter thought.
Finally he came to his hiding place, a grape vine that wound around a tent like structure.
Peter ducked in between the vines as all the townspeople ran past.
'Let's see, three apples, two oranges, five grapes, and five gold nuggets, pretty good day.' He thought as he layed back and ate his apples.

NOTE:if the chapters seem short it's because in England:Nation of a Queen 2150bc no one wanted to read long chapters (It saves me some work too ) I'll try to write two to three chapters a day on the weekends, one to two on weekdays.

 

[soul_warrior]

seems like a very sinister beggining to the empire.
how about some screenies / saves?
is your staregy going to be imperialistic?
and remember "Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves"
subscibed

 

[norwegianviking]

Well actually, this was how Literature was discovered in England: Nation of the Queen, my main story, this is a fictional account of some one growing up around 2150BC in my story.

 

[norwegianviking]

Peter woke from his slumber in the vineyard, 'Oh well, back to the city!' he thought. With that he sprang out of his hiding place and began his brisk walk towards the city.
As he arrived there his friend Pat ran from a crowd.
"Good day matey!" Pat commented quickly as he sped past.
Peter wisly ducked into an alley as the persuers ran by.
'Ha,' he thought, 'old pat couldn't of made it easier, ahlf the village is out chasin him, ah well, better start getting my food.' And witht that he took out a sack and began stuffing it with fruits and other vittles.
After he had finished his robbing he walked through the city lookind for some other empty stall or tent waiting to be ransacked.
"Hello there, what's your name a girl asked as he passed bye."
"Nothing much gorgeous, but could you..."
SLAP!
Poor Peter had a red mark on his face for the rest of the day.
But, evan though rejected by a fine young lady he countinued through the streets until he came back to where he started.
'Wonder what happened to Pat?' he wondered as he strolled into the vineyard and ducked into his spot.
"Ello Peter, nice day ain't it?"
"Pat, what the heck are you doing in MY hiding spot, the entire village will be watching this vineyard now that two theives have ran into it and hid from them!" Peter said.
"Well I was just thinking Pete, we've been in London for quite awhile, I was thinking of triing my luck in Canturbury for a few years."
"Canterbury, that tent town, it barly has any permenant building, let alone food stalls!"
"Well I thought about that too, I was thinking why not give an honest living a chance, if it dosn't work we can always come back here when the heats off!"
"Well..."
"Darn it Pete, are ya with me or not?"
"I'm with you," Peter replied, "tomarrow we set off for Canterbury!"

 

[norwegianviking]

It was almost 1000 miles to their destination so they took all the food any money they had, then made one last raid in the fruit stall.
Then they set out for Canturbury.




EDIT: Sorry, didn't mean to post it this early, finger sliped.

 

[norwegianviking]

"Okay Peter," Pat said, "we have a decision to make, we can either go to York and then Canturbury, following the road, or head throught the wilderness."
"I don't like the thought of going through the widerness, let's just stick to the road."
So off the two friends went, walking to York to start a new life.
On the road they met an old beggar, Peter felt compasion on the man and, not realising the man probably had more money than HIM, gave the blind beggar ha;f a gold nugget.
"Man," Peter whispered as they passed by, "wish we used something other than these heavy gold nuggets to pay for stuff."
Finally after three days they pair of boys got to York, both decided to not attempt anything, for fear of getting caught before reaching their goal. They stayed a night at an old inn, then talked for a while in the privacy of the room.
"You know Pat, I don't think Yorks that bad of a town, why don't we just stay hear instead of heading off to Canturbury?" Peter asked.
"Because dimwit," Pat replied, "the fruit sellar regularly makes trips hera, York's not that big, that man could spot you right our of these small crowds."
"You know, that's a chance I'm willing to take, it's better than avraging over one-hundred miles per day on foot!"
"Okay fine, you take your chances, I'm going to be nice and safe in Canturbury!"