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The way the wind blows. Prologue: The moon was starting to set over the horizon, when it set it'd be the darkest it could be this night. A figure was hidding in the shadows of the trees, the vapour of there breath just visable. The moonlight vanished & with it the lamps in the tavern lit up, the sound of laughter and cups being banged on table tops rang out over the plains. The figure made it's way to the tavern's door, they tapped it lightly and it swang open with out a sound, they steped into the soft glowing light, finally illuminating the figure. His blonde hair was of mid-lenght and covered one of his eyes, which were a deep blue with an intricate pattern that some got lost in. He was plainly garbbed in a white tunic and black pants, nothing special. He also carried a bow on his back and a sword that was foreign to the occupants of the tavern which were starring at him mindlessly. They didn't know what to make of this stranger in there midsts. There was slight mummering as the stranger slaunted to the tavern keeper. "you have a warm drink" he asked in a rough cut voice. the keeper was slightly dazed, but nodded. "2 nubel for the drink sir" the tavern keep mumbled The stranger dug in one off his pockets & produced two coins made out of copper, chucked them on the counter and sat down at a nearby table. The mummers formed into conversations and after a few minuets the tavern forgot about the stranger. Which was just aswell the stranger thought, he went from his upright posture to one that was slumped as he relaxed a little, no one seemed to remember him in these parts of Arafina, which was just to his likeing, who would want to remember him as he is the Son of the King who surrendered the land to the people over the sea... Atleast he was trying to reedem himself he thought, we will taken the kingdom back, outside a war hawks cry was heard and a smile played on Davids lips
Edited. The way the wind blows. Prologue: The moon was starting to set over the horizon, when it set it'd be the darkest it could be this night, the tree tops made the shadows looked like the fangs of a bat. A figure was hidding in the shadows of the trees, nothing of them could be seen but the vapour of there breath was just visable. The moonlight vanished as it sunk over the crest of the outlying hills & with it the lamps in the tavern lit up. The tavern, a small One storey building with wooden panels in the windows that let out little light. you could see the cobbled pathway leading up to the front door, which was an unusal dark oak wood. The surrounds where lost in the darkness. The sound of laughter and cups being banged on table tops rang out over the little crove. The figure made there way to the tavern's door, tapped it lightly and it swang open without a sound, the figure steped into the soft glowing light, finally illuminating them. His blonde hair was thar of mid-lenght and covered one of his eyes, which were a deep blue with an intricate pattern that some got lost in. He had a face of a boy but you could see it had been aged far too early for this boy looked 20 at best to others who knew he was but was just the small 15 spins of the world. He was plainly garbbed in a white tunic and black pants, with leather belt & bras Buckle, nothing special. He also carried a bow on his back which was covering his bag of some sort which was strapped around his shoulders and a sword that was foreign to the occupants of the tavern which were starring at him mindlessly. They didn't know what to make of this stranger in there midsts. There was a slight mummering as the stranger slaunted to the tavern keeper. "you have a warm drink" he asked in a rough cut voice as he leaned on a post, the keeper was slightly dazed, but nodded, he went silently to get it. As he come back he was holding a steel tankard with what looked like a thick orange liquid inside. "2 iclar for the drink sir" the tavern keep mumbled as he passed it to this stranger. The stranger dug in one off his pockets & produced two coins made out of copper. They had a symbol of some sort on the top which the tavern keeper reginized as the old currency, he chucked them on the counter and sat down at a nearby table. The light mummers formed into conversations and after a few minuets the tavern forgot about the stranger. Which was just aswell the stranger thought, he went from his upright posture to one that was slumped as he relaxed a little. No one seemed to remember him in these parts of Arafina. Which was just to his likeing, who would want to remember him as he is the Son of the King who surrendered the land to the people over the sea... The uralagy. Atleast he was trying to reedem himself he thought, we will taken the kingdom back, outside a war hawks cry was heard and a smile played on Davids lips, he drowned his tankard of beealine. What David didn't notice was that on the tavern door there was a poster of him. MISSING Name: David araline (Son of the king) Occupation: Heir to the throne. Last sighted in the Provence of celtiaca, with an unknown person. 200 iclar if found. But someone in the tavern did, another stranger to the usuals of the tavern, sitting with there crowl of there faces and a plain green & grey cape surrounding them, an unfinished drink in the table. The stranger got up and you could see there full hight of roughly 6ft, which was gigantic in these parts. They also had a sword on there hip, but on that was bigger than normal as it reached the lenght of his leg. This stranger, after throwing a few coin on the table, covered the ground between him & David in just a few strides. After downing his drink, David set it on the table & wipped his mouth on his sleeve ; out the corner of his eye he could see the giant looming over him, realisation hit him as he saw the giants eyes. He embraced him like an old friend.
A spoiler of chapter 1 un edited and raw fresh from my brain The way the wind blows. Chapter 1 The light of the lamps started to fade, the castles noise muffled by the thick wooden door, the thick violet drapes that clung to the wall as the chill crept into the room, the table that had an open book half finished sprawled over the top with pieces of parchment littered on the floor. A gust of wind blew the drapes open and the harsh winter wind swept into the room, making Juliana wrap the blanket around her tightly; in a feeble atempt to keep some warmth in her bones. The drapes on the four-poster bed were open, Juliana reached out to close them, she was exhausted and even this action made her feel dizzy. Her white, slim fingers closed around the fabric and she pulled them shut with a weak tug. Giving her the idea of seclution and privacy; which was exactly what she needed right now, trying to sort out the mess she called her life. Being the daughter of a netanule, one of the greatest warriors ofthese parts, isn't an easy task, all the different people that you have to meet, be friendly with; while father just sits there & nods whenever it suits him, leaving me to the royal vultures. It's him they want to see not the dolled but glorified daughter. "enough" I covered my mouth in shock at the realisation that I had said my thoughts out loud. Pfft, But I was right enough was enough, it was time to change. This thought comforted Juliana, maybe she knew it would just be wishful thinking, or maybe she really wanted to change, whatever it was, this thought softly crept in her mind and eased her pain; she finally fell asleep. The lamps light finally diminished, the shadows started to dance on the wall as they were left to do as they wished... All but one, which wasn't really a shadow, but a person that was intently listening to what his daughter had been saying, he felt saddened at the thought of his daughter being upset with him, even hating him in some ways. The shadow, swiftly moved from the corner of the room, silently, as to not wake is daughter up. He opened the door and skulked out, closing the door softly behind him. Ravenblade's shoulders slumped as he breathed out a the breath he had been holding in since Juliana started talking. He let his eyes get accustomed to the light, tiredness was starting to crept into his mind & his bones. The sound of footsteps made him feel slightly more alert, but not enough to care, the footsteps drew nearer as a guard entered the passageway. "Sir Ravenblade" he said with a tilt of his head. He didn't get of a reply, just a simple incline of the head, but he had duties to do & was swiftly on his way. The climbing of the stairs took it's toll on Ravenbalde & by the the time he had reached his rooms, there was only the simple thought of sleep. He crash onto the bed and feel asleep, still dressed.