I don't remember if this one is bad or not

It was an average day at Times Junior High. Average, sunny weather. Average 10 pages of homework. Nothing ever changed for Roadner, a thirteen-year-old boy, that no matter how hard he tried he never did as good as was expected of him. He was thin and had long, blond hair covering his brown eyes. He was the average height for his age, even though he appeared to not eat enough sometimes because of how thin he was. He hated other kids because he thought he would always get laughed at and teased. He was lonely, and by all meanings of the word, average. The loud bus was almost at his stop. He sat by himself, dreading to see his parents after his very poor test grade. The bus turned the corner, and Roadner could see his street. All the houses were almost identical, two stories high, made of brick and had six windows on the front of the building. He got off the bus and walked to his house on the white sidewalk, littered with occasional chalk drawings. He climbed over the chain fence and tried to sneak through the flower-covered backyard and, through the back door. When he came in, he stepped on one of his little brother's toys (the boy was only two years old), which let out a squeak that guaranteed his demise.

"ROADNER!" called his mom from upstairs. "THE PRINCIPAL CALLED AND WE WANT TO TALK TO YOU!" "Dad's not usually here this early" thought Roadner. "Mom must've called him home." He walked through the house toward the basement. The house had white eggshell walls, and the occasional painting or lamp. He climbed up the carpeted stairs and entered the room to his right. His mom and his dad were both sitting on wooden chairs pulled into the center of the room, in front of one single wooden chair.

"Sit," said his dad in a stern voice. His dad was very large, and worked out a lot, and had black hair. Despite this, he wore glasses and worked at an office job. His mom was very pretty, very blonde, very thin, very nice, and very stupid. Roadner sat and looked into his parent's eyes.

"We will not tolerate grades like this again." said Roadner's dad, "We are not raising an idiot. Well, I"m pretty sure we aren't." "Go easy on him" whispered Mom.

"Go do your homework. I don't want to see you until you're done," Said Dad. Roadner said nothing the entire time. By the time his homework was done, he was already so tired he fell asleep on his desk.

Roadner woke up at what felt like midnight to get ready for school. He donned a green and white striped shirt and blue jeans and had the breakfast of champions: cereal. He got on the bus and was on his way. He sat in the back by himself while the other passengers talked. He got to school and went to his first class: history. The walls were covered with flower wallpaper and posters featuring important parts of history.

"Okay, class." started Mrs. Smith. The flower dress she wore matched her wallpaper and made her long hair look more red. She was fairly fat, but nothing compared to some of the other teachers at the school.

"Today we will start with a pop quiz on the civil war." The class collectively sighed as she handed out the papers. Roadner began as soon as he got the quiz. He worked uneventfully for fifteen minutes. Then, it happened. Green mist began radiating in circles around his left hand. The pencil he was holding slowly grew longer until it wasn't even sharpened anymore. He dropped 8the pencil and stared at his hands in fear and wonder. He put his hand on his test and all his answers started to disappear.

"What are you doing-" began Mrs. Smith. Roander stuck out his hand toward her and she stopped moving. He pointed at the kid to his left and he began scribbling on his paper at an inhuman rate.

"Wh- What?" Said Roadner, dumbfounded. He ran out of the classroom and into the hall, ignoring the laughing of his classmates at his victims. He ran down the well-lit hall, passing lockers and other classrooms.

"What are you doing?" Yelled the hall monitor. Roadner flung out his hand and the hall monitor slowed to a crawl as the green mist shot toward him and surrounded him. Suddenly, he felt tired and dizzy, his head spun and his vision blurred, confusion filled his brain as his unconscious body hit the floor and green mist surrounded him.

When Roadner awoke, he was lying in wet, dew-covered grass. The damp smell overcame his senses. He could hear water running nearby, and early morning light came through the openings between the leaves of the trees above him. His eyes adjusted, and his vision slowly became clear. His hair was parted to the left, allowing clearer vision. He sat up suddenly and breathed in the refreshing, humid air. "Where am I?" Roadner asked himself sleepily. He looked down at his hands, to still see the green mist surrounding his hands. "Aaaah!" Roadner jumped to his feet and attempted to shake off the mysterious substance, undoubtedly responsible for whatever happened to him. "Take me back. Take me back." he thought. Green mist surrounded him, but after several minutes, it suddenly disappeared. After many attempts, he gave up and trotted through the wet grass in a random direction. He decided it was better than just standing there. After walking for what felt like hours, he began to miss even what he hated. School, his parents yelling at him, his annoying little brother, and even the strange sameness of his street. Eventually, he reached a clearing. All edges were surrounded by forest, except the North, which suddenly turned into a barren landscape of sand and rock. In the center was a huge gray stone castle, surrounded by a gray stone wall, and no undoubtedly a village surrounding the castle inside the wall. He came running to one of the castle's entrances, (which strangely was facing the woods from Roadner came from.) and was greeted by a guard.

"Who are you that comes to this town wearing such strange garments?" Asked the guard. He was wearing chain mail, lacked a helmet showing his black hair, and was brandishing a pike.

"I-I'm" he started. "This is obviously a place of importance. What do I mean to them?" He thought. "I'm gonna die out here." He went from being caught in the excitement, back to poor, lonely Roadner. His shoulders slumped.

"Where am I?" Asked Roaden.

"The rich town of Killshire," Replied the guard, "because much blood was spilled to obtain this land. Despite the name, the town is quite inviting, and travelers are welcome to stay at the Inn if they can pay." Roaden then realized he lacked money after the note the guard added.

"What year is it?"

"Year? What kind of question is that?"

Roadner felt like the guard snapped at him, and sulked away a bit.

"May I come in?"

"You are welcome."

The town felt much larger from inside than outside. Children played in the streets, women carried piles of laundry, hay, and other miscellaneous items, and men worked as blacksmithing as guards on the streets holding halberds or talking in a pub. The houses were small, with wood or hay roofs, wood or stone walls, and the occasional large house with a garden and large door. There was the occasional church too, with stained glass and usually across somewhere on the front of the building. Also scattered around were shops and merchants, selling items of great value, and miscellaneous wear. Roadner was overwhelmed with awe and confusion. He realized that he somehow was transported to the medieval age, had no idea what was happening,(Which is not entirely abnormal he thought) no protection, and no money. While wandering through the town, he came across a dark green cloak weighed down by fifty small coins. He put on the cloak and hood and used twenty-five of the coins to buy a sword and basic sheath. He ended up paying an extra five coins for an embroidered on the sheath of his name, just to feel special. While wandering the town, he kept having to adjust his hair so he could see and caught word of some thugs called the Seven Deadly Sins, and of war in the wasteland to the north that will never end.

It was midday when they started to notice, and the sun was in the middle of the sky and it was starting to get hot. Roadner had eaten and felt replenished, and the green mist began to reappear around his hands, and the townsfolk began to see it. Eventually, a drunk man with messy hair yelled "Witch! He's a witch I tell you! Look at his hands! Witch! Witch!" Radner was startled and began to back away from the little man. Before he could escape, he bumped into a crowd forming behind him. It dawned on him he couldn't be a witch because he was a boy, but the townsfolk didn't seem to care. He began to fear for his life, but he remembered what he had done to his teacher. He concentrated for a moment, turned around, and flung his hand at the crowd forming before him. Green mist surrounded them, and they suddenly froze. The crowd behind him back away for a moment. Roadner ran through the gaps between the people and suddenly started to feel tired. "Not… Again…" He thought. He staggered out of the castle gate, ignoring the guards, and collapsed to his knees in the grass, and once again fell unconscious.

Roadner slowly awoke. He thought "What a strange dream." He was relieved it wasn't real after all. But as he slowly came to his wits, he realized he was still in the same place he was before. He began to miss his home more and decided he would try to find a way to go home, no matter what. There was almost no light where he was, but there was a sound of quiet walking. He suddenly sat up, and saw his sword and cloak next to his "bed." (a pile of hay dry.) The house was small, with a single table, one window, and a bubbling cauldron. The walls were made of dark wood planks, and the roof was made of hay. He put on the sword and cloak and was walking out of the door when he heard an old woman's voice.

"Finally! Your awake."

Roadner turned around to see an old woman bent over and in dark rags, with a long nose and a single wart on her face.

"You've been asleep for two days now." She said.

"You must be confused. Come, let me tell you why you are here."

They both sat down at the wooden table.

"I know why I'm here," Said Roadner. "I fainted and you brought me here."

"That, yes. But what I meant was why you are in this time. You must be so confused, poor child"

"Poor child? I'm thirteen!" Roadner thought.

"You are the chosen one," the lady continued. "I have seen it! You will save us all!" At this, the woman stuck her arms into the air.

"No!" Snapped Roadner. He stood up. "I am nobody! I'm just lost! You are crazy!"

"Come." said the woman calmly. "Look" She took him to the cauldron. Roadner was astonished to see himself in the wasteland on the front line of an army, facing another army that outnumbered him greatly.

"You have been called here by the great goddess of time, and you will be able to return to your home as soon as you have completed her task." Roadner realized that the witch's eyes were completely green. "I have not yet completed mine, but Time has kept death away from me, for she is the one that decides when. Not how, but when." Said the witch. "Go," she said. "Go to the castle and tell the king you can help him win the war. But watch out for those thugs, The Deadly Sins, for they have been looking for you."

"Why have-" Roadner started but was interrupted by the witch.

"No more questions. Off with you. End the war and you will be transported to your time. Fight with the soldiers and your enemy will surrender in the end."

Thus, Roadner ate a large meal, replaced his worn-down shoes with black boots, thanked the lady, and was on his way to the castle just before sunrise.

It felt like it took hours for Roadner's eyes to adjust after being in the dark house, but he eventually got on his way. He had argued with himself a lot on the short trip to the town. He kept telling himself that he couldn't end a war. He could never go home. And what the witch was saying wasn't true anyway. He didn't notice through the arguing, but a beautiful sunrise was occurring. Orange light began to seep through the green trees as the sky turned purple. When he got to the gate, he decided this was the only option he had, and that no matter what, he had to win. He slowed the guard in front of the gate and walked in. The town seemed quieter today. Many people were in their houses, and the dirt roads were strangely empty. Many of the merchant's and speaker's places were empty, without even a trace of what products they once had been showing off. Roadner thought that he would be safe to just walk to the castle if he hid his hands in his pockets, but after a while, he stepped in between two houses to rest when seven shadows surrounded him.

"There he is." Said a deep, raspy voice.

"Are you sure?" The feminine voice itself was alluring. This was threatening to Roadner.

"Hm. I still think I'm better." Said a confident, intelligent voice.

"Verrrry funnnny….." Said a deep voice slowly.

"Quiet!" snapped a voice, for no particular reason.

They herded Roadner to the street, and he could see them in their full light.

One was covered in jewelry and wore a black cloak. You could not see any part of him because of all the black clothing and gold jewelry. But Roadner spotted brass knuckles on his hands. The next was fat, no not fat, huge. Gigantic. He only had shorts and a "shirt," which barely cover his chest. He wielded a giant hammer. Another was a beautiful, red-headed woman, tall and radiating a sweet scent. She held a large scythe. Another had his chin constantly raised, wore gold and purple robes and a crown, as if he was a king. He was darker-skinned than the rest. Another was constantly watching the others, eyeing their equipment and clothes. He wore the same as the black cloak one, but with red clothes and silver jewelry. His brass knuckles were painted silver. The next was wearing scale-mail armor, iron helmet, and mask, and held a sword with a hilt that looked like a dragon, and a shield with a dragon on it. He clutched both very tightly. The last looked like he had done minimal effort for everything. He wore a tattered townsfolk's garb and wielded a dagger. "These must be them." Thought Roadner. "The sins. I can't stop them all with the mist. I'd get too tired. And I can hardly fight with a sword… No. I have to win. I have to. I have to be smart."

"You see boy, we like being the talk of the town. Number one." Said the armored one. At this, Roadner had an idea. "If they act like how I think they will," He thought. "I can make them fight and argue, and maybe only have to fight one." His heart started beating faster and faster.

"I wonder if he tastes good roasted." Said the fat one.

Roadner put his plan in action.

"When the girl kills me," he started, "I want the fat one to have my sword."

This infuriated the black-cloaked one. He obviously wanted the sword. The red-cloaked one also got mad. They started arguing with themselves and the fat one.

"He said it was mine!"

"I don't care!"

Next, the king-looking one was furious with the woman.

"I will be the one to kill you! I am the strongest here!" and he attacked the woman with his bare hands.

The former teammates piled up on each side of him fighting. The armored one was furious about how easily his team was dispatched and slashed at Roadner. His side was cut and bled. The one that wasn't mad didn't care enough and was too confused to do anything.

"Agh!" Cried Roadner.

He fell to his knees. He thought this was how he would die. He would never see his family again. His vision blurred, and he nearly lost consciousness to pain. But he touched his side with his hand, and green mist surrounded him. His wound healed itself. Roads gritted his teeth.

"Did you really think it would be that easy to crush me?" Roadner stood, drew his sword, and slashed the unexpecting man across his throat. That was fatal. The armored man shrieked and cowered away. The battle was won. Guards arrived soon to take away survivors, and the townsfolk began to come back outside. Roadner ran away to the castle to meet the king.

Roadner had no trouble getting to the throne room of the castle. He snuck through the elaborately decorated fortress, hiding behind royal banners and elaborate furniture, but having to stop or slow down a guard every now and then when they saw him and had to rest. He climbed the final flight of stairs and entered the throne room. The walls were made of dark stone and gold bricks. Red banners with a gold trim hand from the walls. It was warm and stuffy, due to a lack of windows. A red carpet with a gold trim leads to the center of the room, where there was an elaborate gold throne with red cushions on which a king sat. He wore baggy red and gold clothes and a crown of gold with a single, large ruby in the center. He was old and wrinkly with gray hair.

"You are a wanted man," Said the king. "Or a child. It is dangerous to be showing yourself in public." His voice sounded very wise and echoed throughout the chamber.

"I can help you win the war" Roadner's voice seemed to echo more.

"I know you can"

"Huh?"

"I know who you are. The time goddess is not as secretive as you think. You can sleep here I know it's only miday, but you can stay here for the rest of the day and train a little. But I doubt you'll need it." Roadner was confused. How did he know? It didn't matter. He stayed in the beautiful castle for the rest of the day, and learned how to defend himself with a sword. The time to go home was coming.

The king and Roadner rode one horse to the frontlines, with an army following close behind. The ground was sand and tan rock, with no sign of plant life or soul other than the two armies. "Surrender now and you will not be harmed! Just give us your land!" called the opposing general.

"Charge!" yelled the king. Roadner rode with the king to the opposing army, followed behind by a yelling army. They slashed as they rode by the opposing ranks, thinning the numbers before the armies could engage. Eventual, Roadner's horse fell beneath to a blow from the sword, and Roadner was forced to jump off and fight with the army. Chaos broke out, and the surrounding landscape was hardly visible through the people. First, a soldier charged at him from in front, and was easily dispatched. Next, another soldier attacked from his left. His blow was blocked by Roadner's sword, and then slain when he had an opening.

"It's time!" The king called. The fighting raged on, but Roadner was protected by his ranks. He waited, concentrated, then stuck out his arms at either side of him, and green mist surrounded to other armies. Roadner's vision blurred, but he was caught by the king before he fell. Roadner was revived by a drink of water before he fell asleep and hit the sandy ground.

"Look," Said the king. "They will be forced to surrender now. They have lost too many men, and they think we will always have you at our side. Our land is safe, and after five years, the war is over and my prayer is answered."

Green mist surrounded Roadner. His vision blurred, and he knew he was going home.

He was back in his house. The familiar bright light filled the entry. He looked at his hands, and there was no green mist. He looked down, and there was the carpet, but no boots on his feet. He could hear his mom getting up from the kitchen table. He ran to the kitchen and saw his mother.

"Roadner? Why are you already home?" She asked. Roadner ran up and hugged her.

"What's the matter, honey?" Tears filled Roadner's eyes as he hugged his mother, and his brother watched and giggled. He was finally home.