Question

Make a story...
sword fighting is our favorite thing to do in the armory when no one is looking. though I lost my thumb once when a man attacked me And tried to kill me and another soul, one of my cousins to be exact, he killed the evil man. He had always been my favourite cousin. I could not fight for months due to my hands great pain. My cousins were kind to me and helped me learn to hold my sword with out my thom. I began to hold it with two hand instead of one. Finely when I began to fight well again, my cousins wanted me to sword fight my younger brother, and as a result my hand was given great pain when he knocked my sword out of my hand, more then it would have been if I had the thumb. The armory is not where we do our sword fighting, we only fool a round when non are looking.I still love sword fighting. I always wear full
medivial armour, because I am from the medieval age. We use wood swords that look like real ones. I never thought I would go though a even greater pain then just losing my thumb. Which would make me give up living with my favourite cousin, and even sword fighting my cousins. I felt I had to be near him always for he became ill, with the same illness my father died of. It was not contagious it just ran in my family's blood. He should have warned some one, that he was feeling ill, But my father did the same and not until it was to late I found out. But alas I found out just in time with my brother! Make a story till it welcomed it distributive...

Answer 1

It's his brother who gets sick!