• "Mr. Janson? Nope that's not his real name. His real name is Laurence Jepson." Said my friend Lorenzo "Why do you even want to know?"
    So I told him the story about Mr. Jepson, the fake army, Marik Starkiller and my father. His face looked shocked and some what sad. "So you were that kid that's been chasing the same person for 4 years now? And you've only told me now? You should have told me before!"
    "I didn't think I'd need help. If I knew you would've helped I would've told you before. Are you very good with a sword?"
    "Yes I am... and I know a few friends who are too."
    "I think it's time we pay them a visit. I do need help."
    At the village market
    "Dylan!" Shouted Lorenzo "I need your help!"
    "What is it?" He looked at me with a suprised look. "You're Jacob Wright! Yes I know who you are. You're sort of a legend in these parts."
    I was naturally surprised that Lorenzo didn't know. But then again he doesn't spread rumors, he creates them. "Yes I am Jacob Wright. I was told that you are skilled with a blade."
    "Skilled and I have an army at your side!" He happily exclaimed
    This is like dealing with an over-obsessed theater fan! "Would you like to join me in my quest?" Something told me I was going to regret saying that sentence.
    "Yes a million times yes! I've been dreaming of this moment for years!" He was basically squealing with delight.
    I glanced over to Lorenzo. He looked almost as confused and embarassed as I felt. "Um when are you ready?"
    "I'll be ready in 10 minutes but my army will take longer to realize this isn't a joke. I still can't believe I'm meeting you right now and you're right in front of me."
    "Alright" I said. What a nutcase!
    He walked away. I looked at Lorenzo "Um Dylan is a slightly insane person." he said then smiled in a sheepish way.
    "Let's hope that doesn't interfere with his skills with a sword. We attack soon." And with that the fate of Lorenzo, Dylan and I was packaged, sealed and delivered. I knew we were crazy, but I have better confidence than I did the last failed attempt. My arm was weaker though so I knew I was going down fighting, and I wasn't stopping it.