At the begging of this school year i started working on my second story, and finally have the prolouge redy to put on line. I am still writing my first book, and i am nearly done with the first draft. I hope you enjoy it, please read it thruoghly before you judge it.
Hero’s Valor
Prologue: The Forest’s Journey
In the forest, bleak and dark, trees are falling, sounds rot.
Up into the air the cloak of shadows cast.
Dawn has come to the dead forest at last.
Rain starts to gently plod the ground,
Brining the stream of life in from the downs.
The forest will regenerate ire the sundown.
Out of shadow’s cloak comes,
The hero of Valor,
The hero of suns.
The life giving forest,
The hero of light,
The woodland creatures come ire the night.
The sounds come,
All renewed.
Gently drinking, gently eating the creatures strew.
Valor stands, protects the forest, the streams flow again,
Dusk comes,
All is quiet, all awaiting the dawn.
All is peaceful,
All is calm, from the forsaken planet; life from the forest has come.
The vines creep consuming the land,
The circle of life starts over again.
Out of smoldering ash, the phoenix reborn,
To the lush green forest, new life has come.
At the edge a hut pops up,
Bursting through the ground vivid with life.
A man, his wife,
Into the forest stroll, axe and lantern in hand.
Up to a tall oak tree they stroll, they swing.
Down it comes,
They take it back. Carve and hack the tree to death,
They make tools, fire, and things of need,
Out of the ground their farm breeds.
Time moves on the new world old.
Valor has gone, the one hut many, chopping, hacking,
A war goes on,
The forest struggles, huts now houses,
Chopping hacking,
Burning breaking.
Time goes on, shadows cloak awaits after the dawn.
Houses fight, burn and break,
The forest shrinks,
The ground bakes.
All is dead,
Winters come,
The forest awaits for the dawn,
And for Hero’s Valor to come.
This is the story passed on to my father, and his father’s fathers. And now it is mine. Ever searching my bloodline is, but my story take a far more drastic turn, as I am joined by four companions, this is my tell of death and destruction, and of life, rebirth. I am the descendent of valor, Velicor of the light, and my story is about to begin.
Ch.1- A Hero Immerges
It was a cool spring afternoon, the birds were singing, sun was gently glistening on the ground. There was a man sleeping under a tall, lazy oak tree. His sword, which was propped up against his chest, was gently moving up and down, rhythmic with his breathing. There was a stream trickling behind him. Small light clouds were floating overhead. There was a gentle westward wind, blowing down from the mountains. The spring’s mountain runoff was washing the pallets of creatures everywhere. Flowers dancing across the meadows, it was a perfect cool spring day.
There was a house off in the distance, a simple wooden house, with two windows, and a chimney. The man got up from his mid-afternoon slumber, refreshed, and anew. He walked to the stream and filled up his four water skins, then headed home.
Ahh… I remember him well, for it was on this day that our paths crossed. Seph Teal, the man of many swords, his skill was only surpassed by his courage. Bravery by his wisdom. Bravery and courage often mixed up for the same thing, but completely wrong. Bravery is when you face fear head on, courage is when you go into the unknown, not fearing what lies ahead, and not driving upon what happened in the past.
Copyright Omega 2004/2005, More to come soon.
