What we have here is an audio presentation of me reading Lewis's story, The Last Watch.

It's a little bit different, but I think that you'll like it.

It's not supposed to be funny, but say, it's just supposed to be unadulterated entertainment

and escapism.

Welcome to Simon's Storytime.

The Last Watch, an original short story by Zephyl's, as read by Hunter, which is me, I'm

Simon.

Below the air held the sticky warmth of midsummer, rain fell heavily outside the city gates

of Stormwind, drumming on the polished armour of the guardsmen, like a thousand tiny hammerblows.

Squinting through the rain, the soldiers watched the black clad figure continue his unnaturally

steady stride towards the gates, and nervously flex their fingers around sword hills.

Spots had observed the strangers approach for a while now, and the city gates had been

swung shut as a precaution.

By size and shape it was a man in blackened full plate armour, but there was something

amiss.

Strap to his arm was a rectangular shield so large and thick that it could have been

cannibalised from a siege engine.

Such a shield would have unbalanced even King Varian, but the stranger walked as casually

as if he were naked.

A mounted soldier wearing rain-slickened silver-male barked commands at the guards on the

wall, then pulled down her visor and spurred swiftly out from the gates.

She pulled up the charge of twenty yards from the stranger, drew her sword with a thin

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