Hey guys. This is a preview of Chapter One in my new Fantasy story. It follows the events of the Wandering Elves. Because it's a preview, it's still an extremely rough copy and has not yet been edited but I wanted to post a little preview just to give you a taste.
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The Fayfield Inn had begun it's evening cycle. Townsfolk would come after their hard days at work to relax, converse and indulge in the ales and food the Inn had to offer. "Ah, Alinor. Slacking off from duty again are we?" asked a broad, muscular man clad in leather armor. "Uh no, not at all sir. I-I was just, resting my legs" replied a short, thin man as he scrambled up from his seat to greet the man. "I see" the man sounded unconvinced, but decided to let it slide as it was only his third day in the Fayfield Guard.
"Well. You better get back to your patrol, don't worry. You're due for relief just after sundown, be glad your not on the night shift. That forest is somewhat scary at night, especially when your on wall duty, staring into it's depths" the man begun to trail of, when Alinor interrupted "Yes Rowan, I'll leave now. It wont happen again".
Rowan sighed, before making his way towards the exit. "Guard master Rowan" cried a man, pushing his way through the crowd, stumbling into the Guard causing him to stagger backwards into a table. "What, what is it" he asked, his hand dropped to his waist and wrapped itself around his swords hilt "I'm not sure, but the Guards at the wall said it's important. Quick"...
They ran from the Inn, guards quickly converged on the same path, following behind Rowan and Alinor as they follow the man towards the eastern wall. Upon arrival, Rowan ran up the wooden staircase that led onto the thin stone wall that surrounded Fayfield. "What is it" he panted, bending over as he caught his breath "Look for yourself" replied one of the bowman who stood on the wall. He got himself upright and looked, a hooded figure stood just outside of the forest, several others stood behind him, hoods pulled up also.
"Have you tried talking to them?" asked Rowan, eying the figures as they stood perfectly still. "Tried, we've been calling to them since they emerged from the forest. But they just didn't answer" replied the Guard.
"Hmm, any ideas Alinor?" asked Rowan, taking his eyes off the figures and looking back down upon Fayfield, it's supply of Guards all bunched around the east gate. "Try having a crossbowman fire a few bolts, perhaps killing one or two would loosen their tongues" he suggested. "I wouldn't do that" the voice came from the group of figures.
Rowan jumped, along with several other bowmen "How did they hear us. No Human could posses such hearing" questioned Rowan, he wasn't expecting an answer. "Oh, but I am far from Human" came the voice again, this time he could pinpoint who was talking, it was the the figure who stood in front of the others.
He pulled the hood from his head, revealing a youthful face, eyes filled with the eternal flames of anger and hatred. The others followed, then lifted their bows and taking aim at the Guards who stood on the wall. "Today, it begins"...
