My name is Michael Hudson, and I am a twenty year old writer who started writing originally for almost two and a half years before turning to original fiction. I work to keep myself alive while trying to persue this, so I am definitely in starving writer status, but I don't mind. So long as I can share what I write with those who may be interested, I'm happy. Oh, I may also be somewhat scramble brained, hence all the shorts, and the fact that I will mostly likely be working on more than one novella/novel at a time, as I can't just focus on one project at any given time without breaks.
A young knight faces the castle of the tyrant that has plagued his land for so long. Years of torment, anguish, and misery shall all be repaid today. All he needs to do is defeat the man's champion, and justice will be his. The one thought plaguing his mind as he does this though, is why the champion wears no real armor.
A wolf and a young woman enter an arena. They bear only the weapons that nature has given them, and the connection they have to their kin. With these tools, they decide the others fate, through simple, mortal combat.