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Thursday, July 19, 2007
chapter1 (please don't steal my idea)
Chapter 1
Sorin and his cousin Abidan were sitting around the fire place muscles sore from working the mill all day. Sorin was a strong boy of fifteen and helped his cousin and abusive father run a mill. He had bright green eyes, which had been a reason for harassment from the other children of the village since he was three. His hair was a dirty blond, and his figure was average for his age at that time. His cousin was a different story, his hair was a dark brown that was nearly black, and his eyes were so dark you felt like you were looking into an empty pit.
“Hey” Abidan asked.
“What” replied Sorin?
“Why don’t we go to the tavern for something to drink while uncles not looking?” he said sounding like he was in pain.
Sorin was worried “He’ll kill us if he finds out. You know that right?”
Abidan had never really feared their uncle, but sometimes he went too far on disobeying him. They were never allowed to leave home unless they had permission, and if they left without it there was a definite flogging waiting for them at home.
“So” he said coolly “who know their might be some travelers there that can share stories”.
This was an immediate hook for Sorin. He had always loved to hear of the other kingdoms. This idea made him want to go even though he’d been beaten enough today for his tastes. Abidan knew that he loved to do this so this was all just a trick to get him to go.
“Fine” he agreed “But we can’t stay long”.
They snuck out of the house avoiding the stable were they knew that their ‘father’ was drinking and beating the horses. They silently and quickly walked down the old road with the grass over running the edges of the road. The deep wagon ruts made the road, bumpy and easy to trip on. They would stumble every now and then but always managed to stay quieter than a mouse scurrying along the brush.
The town lights burned ahead, and the tavern stood above the rest like a giant among the clouds. The air was foggy with the smoke from the smith and other smoking chimneys. Stray dogs and cats fought over discarded bones, as drunken men rested on wooden pillars. The two boys entered the tavern both hoping for something different, Sorin wanting to hear of other lands, and Abidan wanting a good pint. They looked around the smoky room; it was dimly lit with muttering surrounding the area creating a dark atmosphere.
They went up to the bar; Abidan asked for his usual and Sorin asked if any new travelers were in. The bar tender pointed to a small group in the back “From the east, them. Usually there’d be a large group, but I hear of strange things from the east so I’d steer clear of ‘em”. Sorin hesitated for a moment, but he’d never heard anything of the east so he was half unwillingly pulled over. When he got to the table the two men looked up, they were both hooded and were carrying swords.
“Um” Sorin began, but something about the men scared him “I hear your from the east, I’ve never heard of it there what’s it like?” The men looked at him then each other, one looked at him again. “Son” he said and pulled of his hood, he had a stern face with a thin beard “We’ll tell you all we can, but when we want to stop you’ll let us stop”. “OK, sounds good” Sorin said pondering on the limits. “What do you want to know” the man asked. “Well, to start what’s that kingdoms trait? Or what makes it unique?”
Again they looked as if they were afraid to answer. Than the man who hadn’t removed his hood said “The Cairanians”.
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