Here's the first few pages,some of it may sound childish:-
As darkness gradually takes over the light of the day, the moon chased the sun away, it shines brightly above the snow-covered ground, the snow glittered in the cold rays of the moon, covers the outskirts of Lune Forest, a man draped in a black cloak, his chest bulding revealing to the dark lonely land he was holding something dear.
With an air of caution, the man trudged into the forest passing the bare trees that mark the outskirts of the forest. Trees alongside him, filled with leaves as he enters the forest, carefully following a route he had once taken years ago to look for his childhood friends who were now undoubtedly a couple. Fortunately for him, the forest was not as thick as it was during spring or summer, the rays of the moon faintly light his way as he picks himself through the forest, going deeper into the centre. He knows very well that at this time of the year, the hunters roamed the forest hoping to catch a stray rabbit or and unfortunate fawn, he knows that if they were unlucky, they would ended up as the hunters' winter food.
He was a sword user, not a magic user but lucky as he was, his childhood friend, Esmelralda was or hopefully, was still a magic user who had kindly taught him a little about Concealment Charms. He muttered and incantation that will cover his scent, hoping very much that it has work, he never was a great practioner of magic back in his school days, he nearly flunked Basic Magic.
* * *
Deep in the centre of Lune Forest, a small cottage or more accurately a small cabin was situated in the middle of a fairly large clearing, around it, rocks lined the side of the clearing, separating the forest and glade. A man of strong build was outside the cabin, he was a man in his late twenties, his had a well built stature as he picks up his axe chopped a small piece of log he had placed onto the tree stump in half. He was about to repeat his action when he stop, he looked at the forest, he sensed magic, it was faint but without a doubt, it was magic, he put down his axe and approaches the forest,
' Who is it, Orion?' asked a gentle yet strong female voice, it was his wife, Esmelralda who had came out of the house when the sensed magic.
' I don't know, Es...the one thing I know is - '
' He's not an enemy? I know...' Esmelralda cut into Orion's sentence causing him to smile at her, the soft rustling of dried leaves brought Orion's attention back to the black mass in front of him, the rustling grew louder yet soft, he who was approaching tried to keep his footsteps soft but to the ears of the couple, it was as loud as the clanging of a bell.
The both of them waited as a familiar figure emerged from the shadows, he pushed his hood down and gave the couple a small smile, he was tired, a lot has happened and he has tons of things to tell his two best friends. A broad grin appeared on Orion's face, Esmelralda was smiling as well, Orion walked to his friend,
' Ry!' he exclaimed excitedly, hugging Rymon who was however hesistant, Orion noticing this, gave Rymon a look of enquiry, Rymon took from under his cloak, a night blue bundle, Esmelralda approaches Rymon and asked anxiously,
' Whose is it?' Orion looked at her, puzzle, not understanding what she meant. The puzzled face turned into astonishment when Rymon opened the bundle gently to reveal...
With an air of caution, the man trudged into the forest passing the bare trees that mark the outskirts of the forest. Trees alongside him, filled with leaves as he enters the forest, carefully following a route he had once taken years ago to look for his childhood friends who were now undoubtedly a couple. Fortunately for him, the forest was not as thick as it was during spring or summer, the rays of the moon faintly light his way as he picks himself through the forest, going deeper into the centre. He knows very well that at this time of the year, the hunters roamed the forest hoping to catch a stray rabbit or and unfortunate fawn, he knows that if they were unlucky, they would ended up as the hunters' winter food.
He was a sword user, not a magic user but lucky as he was, his childhood friend, Esmelralda was or hopefully, was still a magic user who had kindly taught him a little about Concealment Charms. He muttered and incantation that will cover his scent, hoping very much that it has work, he never was a great practioner of magic back in his school days, he nearly flunked Basic Magic.
* * *
Deep in the centre of Lune Forest, a small cottage or more accurately a small cabin was situated in the middle of a fairly large clearing, around it, rocks lined the side of the clearing, separating the forest and glade. A man of strong build was outside the cabin, he was a man in his late twenties, his had a well built stature as he picks up his axe chopped a small piece of log he had placed onto the tree stump in half. He was about to repeat his action when he stop, he looked at the forest, he sensed magic, it was faint but without a doubt, it was magic, he put down his axe and approaches the forest,
' Who is it, Orion?' asked a gentle yet strong female voice, it was his wife, Esmelralda who had came out of the house when the sensed magic.
' I don't know, Es...the one thing I know is - '
' He's not an enemy? I know...' Esmelralda cut into Orion's sentence causing him to smile at her, the soft rustling of dried leaves brought Orion's attention back to the black mass in front of him, the rustling grew louder yet soft, he who was approaching tried to keep his footsteps soft but to the ears of the couple, it was as loud as the clanging of a bell.
The both of them waited as a familiar figure emerged from the shadows, he pushed his hood down and gave the couple a small smile, he was tired, a lot has happened and he has tons of things to tell his two best friends. A broad grin appeared on Orion's face, Esmelralda was smiling as well, Orion walked to his friend,
' Ry!' he exclaimed excitedly, hugging Rymon who was however hesistant, Orion noticing this, gave Rymon a look of enquiry, Rymon took from under his cloak, a night blue bundle, Esmelralda approaches Rymon and asked anxiously,
' Whose is it?' Orion looked at her, puzzle, not understanding what she meant. The puzzled face turned into astonishment when Rymon opened the bundle gently to reveal...
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