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Prologue
A cold laugh emanated from the mouth of a ghostlike figure. “You called my master.” Its voice was rasped and cold; it was like the sound of death.
“How many times must you ask me to read the prophesy?”
“You must tell me the developing prophecy,” replied a deep voice from under a shadow in the dark room.
“I will read it; perhaps it will be less cloudy today.”
The form vanished for a few long minutes and then reappeared.
The prophecy is much less clouded, for the chosen ones have been born, however there is something new. These words were echoing and whispering throughout the future,’ Light surrounds the dark, but beware, for dark is inside of all things light.
Chapter one
“Ahh!” Shea yawned it had been a hard day. Allon the taverns usual keeper had been away, leaving him in charge. The tavern talks were old and he was not interested in the takings of the rumors that more takes were coming. He preferred the rumors of the rebel dwarves who so bravely opposed King Baron.
Shea was halfway home when he saw his dog max, a wolf who had wandered into the clearing of the forest that was Shea’s home. He had found that he liked it and stayed there.
The house Shea lived in was not only his; it was his brothers and his fathers. Thror was his brother, but he was more built than Shea, muscular, with black hair. Shea looked more like an elf than the likes of his brother, with more angular features, and shaggy blonde hair.
His home was now in sight, and max, his dog was following loyally behind him. His house was a modest one. Light showed through the windows, and smoke rose from the chimney.
Shea opened up the door and walked in to find Morg, his father sitting their. He was an older looking than most elves, but he still looked young.
“Where have you been?” asked Morg.
“Allon left me in charge today while he recovered from his trip to buy wine from the dwarves,” Replied Shea.
Morg sighed and sagged in his chair saying, “ it is foolish of us to give away the grapes that are found within our forests only so the dwarves can turn them into wine, when we can easily do it ourselves." "Aye…Where is Thror?"
Upstairs…Oh and if you want a meal you can make your own, we’ve already eaten.”
“Thank you” said Shea as he trudged up the stairs to greet his brother
“Hello” said Shea to Thror.
“Hi,” replied Thror with a grunt
“so how was the smith today?” asked Shea. He was referring to Thror’s apprenticeship at the smithy.Thror was being apprenticed by Volden, one of the older elves in the city.
“Oh it was…tiring” replied Thror,”well I’m going to bed so good night.
This post has been edited by crymson ryder: 08 October 2008 - 07:41 PM
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