Sir Fortinbras and noble knights of the army of Norway, I stand before you today
to tell a tale of a martyred hero to whom we must remember. Hamlet be thy name. He
was a friend and a leader. About eight months ago Hamlet was distraught, I'd never seen
him like this before. He had a good excuse, I mean his father had just died, his mom, god
rest her soul, remarried not even a month afterwards. Hamlet's affair with Ophilia was
dwindling in his giant fire of emotions. Ophilia was the kings' servant's daughter. The
king's servant was Polonious. Polonious did not want Ophilia with Hamlet, nor did
Ophilia's brother Laertes. Hamlet was under a lot of pressure, but it wasn't until a few of
the guards and myself saw a ghost whom we believed was Hamlet's deceased father. This
was the point of all of our lives were you either take one path or the other each leading
you in a total different direction.
Hamlet went to the guard tower with us the next night
and reasoned to our favor that the ghost did in fact perpetuate the look of King Hamlet.
The ghost made a follow me motion to Hamlet and we grabbed him. Please do not follow
Sir Hamlet, I pleaded. The spirit was insistent and Hamlets gut instinct drove him to
follow the floating omen. I know not the exact words that the ghost spoke that night but
from what I understand, he was back from the dead to inform his son that he had not died
from the rumorous snake bite which had been presumed. King Hamlet's brother, the
current King Claudius, had murdered him while he lay in the garden by pouring poison in
his ear. The ghost...