Fairy Tales; The day the Rat saved the Kingdom and damned the organic plants

"My Lord, we must defend the castle against the evil sorcerer." The nine brave knight of the kingdoms all bowed to their Lord while they state their stand. Lord Bane looked to his trusted knights and sighed.

 "Swords and shields I could master, but to fight the evil one who dabbles in the dark arts, I feared none of us have the skills to matched." Lord Bane reached out with his arms to pull forth the weary knights from their knees. "We wished we have a peer in that."

It was then the Lord's Hall felt the vibrations on the walls; the armor shields hung on it moved as if the Gods were invoked to the Hall. Then a squeaky voice was heard.

"I shall be your champion, my Lord." A voice that was loud to be heard if one were to leaned over to hear it. It was a rat, or more precisely one dressed in a red tunic and held a long stick with a needle at the end.

"I am Sir Rat of the Dungeons. I shall be your champion." The rate announced to the Lord. It drew laughter from the nine knights, and one even chose to stamped on the rat which had flee the danger with its nifty feet.

"Hold your attack, Sir Galad. I may be a rat but I fight like a lion." The rat raised up his improvised spear to leveled up at the knight but the other was adamant on squashing the rat. Sir Rat called on his allies, and by golly, Sir Galad never stood a chance. The hog came rushing and tripped him off his feet while the castle cat lunged at his face plate. While the cat was clawing at his face plate, the roaches ran into his armor via the open slots to make him squirmed like a contortionist on the floor.

"Pray stop..... Sir Rat." Lord Bane called on the truce in the battle. "Truly I am amazed at the nature of your allies and their strategy."

"Sire, none have the time to discussed while the battle raged on our land." Sir Rat bowed to the Lord. "Its with your permission, that I embarked on this perilous journey. If I shall not return, moan not myself for I am still a rat. But I need to declared to you, I did not partake in the tear on your royal robe. Its perpetrator was not of four legged but two arms and legs."

With that the rat rushed off to the battle field which was on the far side of the land but inside the borders of Lord Bane's land. The evil sorcerer had massed up an army of Orcs, dwarfs, and even dark Elves. No army of Man was their match in the battle; their strength and ferocity overwhelmed all resistance.

"Sir Rat, looked at them." It was the Hog who spoke. "I doubt we could fight that army."

The Hog was motioning to the line up of the army, that covered the whole hill from its foot to the top and over it. The roaches came with their families had also sighed.

"Papers and woods we would relished, but Orcs and Dwarfs, they are a nigh too tough to consumed." Paddy Roach spoke up.

It was the hounds who stood up to the challenge.

"Orcs and dwarfs are our patron's foes. We barked when we smell them, we bite when we attacked them. Its not about numbers, its about strategy. Ours was stealth and fleeting moves."

That drew up the courage on the dwellers of the castle. They did a in depth discussions and then scouts were sent out. The call of the hounds resonant into the dark skies, while the ones who could not sound, slink away into the darkness. After all, they were the dwellers of the dark.

The call of the hounds riled up the Orcs and dwarfs; they recalled the hunts and the savage biting. They too coaxed up their courage with the drums and howling. In turn the dark Elves used to the serenity of the deep forest were roused from their sleeps, rose up in irritation of the drumming. They in turned used their long trumpets to sound up the rest and shored up the morale.

But there was one who needed the quiet night to rouse the creatures with his dark arts.

"By the crows' feathers, how could I summoned on the spell if I cannot even hear them myself, let alone the evil ones could." The evil sorcerer marched to the three group of allies to quiet them down. When he was away from his tent, the roaches came up from the hidden grass and converged on the evil sorcerer's book of spell. They held a feast on the blood stained book while the hogs crawled up from the ground rampage the place.

"Hey, Hoggy. How did you think of the underground technique?" Paddy Roach asked.

"From truffle hunting." The Hog munched at the chair legging. Darned, these hogs eat anything anytime. Soon they left the tent back to be with their allies. Their allies have grown in numbers then, with the hounds call and the foxes lending a 'faux' to the cause, they got almost the entire wild and domestic population on their side.

"Do you smell the roasted hogs?"

"Did you hear them crunch the bones of our feathered fowl?"

"Urgh! The cries of our beloved ones dying at their feet. Rodents are you with me?"

More cries of revenge went up and soon the roar for the foes resonated into the skies. Across the field, the evil sorcerer lament on the loss of his spell book.

"What is a sorcerer without the spell book? I am doomed. I have not got my return of souls paid for it." The sad woes of the sorcerer was soon dampened by the cries of retreat of his army when the other army charged at them. It was mayhem, but a Lord was spared of defeat on his land.

"Sir Rat, how may I reward you for your gallant effort?" Lord Bane asked the new knight of his land.

"Spare us the slaughtering for one year. Go organic and we would considered all truce between us." Sir Rat replied. So the land lived happily ever after for one year when everyone ate organic food. Some left as they were sworn meat eaters like myself, but we still like to spin the tale of the creatures that saved the land that one day. We would be back soon after the one year of organic mass murder.