NOTE: Harestin in it's rather short entirety is under work, most of what's up will not exist when it is continued.
Just because it's written bad. And I'm plotting my story at the moment.
Prelude
In the time of your Ancestors, there was a brave tribe that were nomads, living by a great sea. They had fallen on hard times, and all wanted a better life they knew should be theirs. They decided to cross the ocean, abandoning all life they previously new, in the hopes that fresh lands would be more fertile.
And so they set out. Their ships were buffeted by waves, they fought fantastic fish, and lost many a brave tribes-member and finally, they beached on new lands.
Then they looked around and decided that where they were was as good a place as anywhere else, and they made their settlement, naming it Hijlon. The town Hijlon was a beautiful and rich town, and the tribe kept a valued Medal Of Prosperity in a beautiful hall. It was rumored that the medal protected them from danger and made crops grow faster, but the tribe kept this medal protected, so no one new much of the mysterious object.
But their blissful existence did not last.
For after many years had gone by, and the tribe had become careless as to the protection of the medal, there came a great evil, which was so swift, so devastating, that all fled, leaving the town to ruin.
When the residents that had survived returned they realized with horror, that none had thought to take the medal along with them, and all rushed to the Hall of the Medal to ensure themselves that all was well, expecting to see their medal untouched. But alas, the chain which the medal hung upon was torn from its pillar, and the medal nowhere to be seen.
The residents rebuilt their town partially, but none had the heart to try glorious things without the medal. So the town dropped into a depression, and it was a peaceful, yet hard life that the villagers resumed, their huts rather dilapidated, the streets rough and uneven, and the peoples faces wore a look of sadness and blankness while they went about their daily lives.
Amidst this tragedy I am going to tell you the story of a seemingly unimportant hare, named Harestin, who was destined to be the uprising of their city.
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I guess I'm not good at writing emotion. Is this better? I tried filling it out a little and telling more about the citizens to put in more emotion. And now you know there's a medal, but not what it does.
Thank you for your help, WD, I think you were right about needing emotion, and I hope to hear more from you when I post another section.
Also Squallz, I did ask myself that, I wanted the reader to get the idea of another epic story because of the similarity. It also adds a sort of dramaticsim to have it like a storyteller is telling you the story, yet the storyteller fades a little, and through him you see the actual story, where the people cross the ocean, a bunch of horses thunder through town, flames are everywhere. Then the sorry people fearfully returning to the wreckage. I see it in my head as a movie. When I read, pictures are in my head, I try to paint the idea out.
That might be kind of hard to understand, but it's how I write.
I thought up the story entirely on my own, I didn't take it from someone else.
Hope you enjoy my next section!
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