oneday I happened to come across a kingdom filled
with
grass and flowers in a healthy land. The people should have been
healthy
but they were not - they were all so thin and looked hungry.

I had Steeve my fateful robot companion, who I saved from an evil
monster
and we were travelling home with large bottles of the last ever
produced
pearl blood draped over our shoulders on ropes. I looked over at a
group
of sickly looking people, I was hoping to get rid of some of my stock
but
I couldn’t. They had little money and even less food. It was strange in
such fertile land to see people like this. also in a city so modern

“What’s wrong with these people, my hero?” I read Steve’s question off
his
TV head. It’s cool to have a companion that’s a robot I shrugged.
“Don’t know, diet plan gone wrong?” I said as a young man came up to
me.
“Kid, our food has been taken by our king” the youth said. I knocked
Steeve’s arm with the back of my hand.
“Play, hero tune number one,” I said looking up at him. The Zelda tune
came out of Steve’s head.
“Ok, some days you need a good tune, don’t worry citizens, I will save
you from you glutenous king!” I had jumped onto a stump “and, all I
need
is some rose water!”
They all looked at me “why do you need rose water?”
I paused. “It’s important because it is.” Every one walked off. Steeve
looked at me.
“Great, come on let’s find some flowers and a hot stove.”




Some time later, we filled an empty bottle of blood with rosewater.
Some
little kids drank the blood and were now full of energy that stuff
should
never be wasted . I head off to the castle and made Steeve guard
camp.
I sneaked in via the kitchen. A lot of tired looking cooks looked at
me
when I jumped out of the air vent.
“And you are?” one asked. It must have been odd to see one red haired
youth in jeans, a stripy top, big boots and two bottles on their back
tied
with a bit of rope.
“Your hero, come to free you from your king.” They all looked at me.
“You, a kid with two bottles of unknown contents?”
“That’s the plan now. I sneaked in here to give you this. Who’s in
charge?”
One moved forward. I handed him the recipe which I got in a cave.
It’s
called Kings Delight.

Boy, the man was bigger than me. “So??” said the chef.
I folded my arms “This will give you your freedom. Now let’s see.
You’re going to need to add this ingredient in. The taste won’t change
or
anything.” I handed him a piece of paper.
“This is food meant for gods. How did you get it?” The bottles on my
back moved as lumps on my back tried to brake free of my clothing.
“That’s for me to know. All you need to do is feed the king this but I
have some conditions to my plan.”
“They are,” I tugged the rope on the bottles. “One, you only make
this
special recipe once and only when you get this bottle. You make it
then.
When I mean special I mean with this powder.” I handed him a pouch.
The
man almost went nuts.
They all nodded: “Ok, see you this evening.” I looked around “Which
way’s
the door?”
“The doors are barred. We are all imprisoned here. The only way out
is
the way you come in” he said. I looked up and jumped like a rat up a
drain pipe even though it is was in a vent.
Outside the castle I was trying to get myself in to see the king.
“I am a traveller from a far distant land. I heard the king likes
stories.” The doorman bowed and showed me in. I shook my bottle of
blood
and gave it to the man who greeted me. He was a tired week man like
the
rest of the village.
The king was big. Not little big but big big. The room reeked, he
reeked and all he had on was a liger skin loin cloth, a white liger. I
bowed.
“Your majesty, I am here with a gift and stories if you permit me to
share
dinner with you…”
“You can but only if I eat yours and all the wine.”
“Your majesty, this wine is directly from the vampire capital so I have
travelled a long way so let’s get talking.” I hope the plan will work
that evening. I talked of my adventures to him. He told me that he
has
his own son in the dungeon ready for the day he becomes fat enough to
eat.
So far it hadn’t worked well. I didn’t eat anything. Too much oil
makes me sick. Then came the pudding. I looked at the poor doorman
and
gave him a note I had already written. The note said “Get out and take
the
robot with you. You won’t like what happens next.” He gave me a note
saying “If you can get us back or prince.” All the staff left along
with
Steeve, then it happened. The king began to throw up. I tried not to
show that I was feeling sick as spew was slowly rising. “What has
happened? What is this?” said the king.
“Your majesty, it seems you don’t have the stomach for the godly food.
I
have an antidote for this, but you’ll have to let all your chefs go and
no
longer steal the food of your kingdom.”
He choked while spewing “Yes give it to me!” I uncorked the rosewater.
“Now guardian food or guardian black feather spice is very bad for
people and young guardians so I advise not to drink this too ….. ” He
snatched it and ate everything, even the bottle “….fast.” Then the
king
died there and then.

Later that night there was a party but I wasn’t there. I was down in
the
damp, decaying dungeons where a young boy was huddled in a corner,
behind
bars.
“Hey, kid I am your hero.” He looked at me. His cell was littered
with
rotten meat. What a waste. “Are you a vegetarian?” He nodded. I
let
him out and he was in tears. “Thank you so much, I have been down there
for months. Anything you want is yours.”
“Ok, I want you to get me the king’s liger loin cloth.”
”Why do you want that?”
“I need a rug and that needs a better resting pace.”
After we were out of the dungeon the prince handed me the rug. You’d
be
amazed how much the staff liked the prince. As for the chefs, they
went
for a career in pirating and good luck to them. As for me and Steeve,
we
had to find a laundromat for my new rug. The now happy townspeople said
there was an outpost north of there, so on we went to the land of
dry-cleaners.

Later in the land of dry-cleaners, which was an empty ruined city with
a
drycleaner left, I read that the prince had skinned his father and
made a
feast for his people out of him. Only the prince didn’t partake and
the
court. I’m not one to pry into a good time of cannibalism in the land
of
vegetarians so I am ending the story here. But they say that the
prince
won’t eat carrots any more.

I am sorry, but it looks like your story is filled with lots of "â??" sort of distortions. :(

You should copy and paste the original story into something like Notepad in order to strip the formatting (that word adds) that is often rendered into giberish after the text is sent online. After you put it in Notepad, copy it again from there and paste it here.

Is English your first language? If you're going to write a story, I recommend learning how to spell, and use proper grammar. For example, do you see how you have mis-spelled this topic? Akid? It should be A Kid. And even "A Kid" sounds weird. Not formal enough.

Seriously dude, when a wetbag says they cant understand what your writing then you really dont know how to spell

And unfortunitly i cannot understand it.