Master Rahl
November 8th, 2001, 03:18 PM
well i started writing a fantasy novel and this is part of the first chapter
The Winds of Change
By Pero Bes
A Winds Of Change Novel
The Prophecy
When the Winds Of Change swoop down. The one blood of the immortalized in time will be the only chance. They will take him to another world. Dead, yet not totally dead he is. For him to return whence he came he must master the Sheer. But first he must put the pieces together or else the one commanding the magic will reign supreme over both worlds. This world will not only be conquered but so will his home, if he does not prevail in this battle of fate. He will have to choose his life or his friend’s life. Fate has set its course with this one. It must be either him or the worlds…
CHAPTER 1 --- Days before the Festivals
IT WAS ANOTHER normal day. Now leaves were beginning to fall to show the coming of autumn. Beautiful brown, red, and yellow colors were being scattered throughout the air and on the ground. The air was strikingly cold and the wind was of no help. The wind made it colder than it already was, numbing his fingers and causing him to place his hands inside his pockets. The sun was already beginning to set behind the mountains, showing there was several more hours before it would fully be down.
His cloak billowed behind him as he tried to keep it shut, so as to keep warm. He had been walking for nearly an hour, simply enjoying the woods near his town. He traveled down the familiar path, the path which he had traveled so many times. The path he had traveled to transport goods to nearby towns.
He had to be home soon to help prepare for the End of Summer Festival and the Beginning of Autumn Festival. In six days The End of Summer Festival would start and a day later, conclude with The Beginning of Autumn Festival. The two-day festival being so massive it took the entire week to set up the Town Square, the inns, and the taverns. He was a volunteer helper to set up and they were to start setting up tonight. He had to be back before night fell.
The sounds of the birds chirping their songs had appealed to him. He always loved to stroll through the forest and listen to the birds sing. Crickets also chirped, it was around 5 hours ‘til night fall and they were beginning to come out. He could hear the sounds of streams and rivers rushing south down the mountainous area. The sound of woodpeckers pecking sent a melody to his ear. He put all the sounds together; they all seemed to be one song in unison, so he started whistling along with the melody.
He had been walking on the trail for hours now, and had thought it best if he went home. He turned, still whistling the melody, and with a slow pace began walking back to town. His town, Windelton, was a small, prosperous town located in the northern most part of Southerland. It was a peaceful town. Not much happened there. All the people knew each other. And Nedd was especially well known. He often offered his services to anyone who needed it. Nedd’s adopted father, Gordd, owned Gordd’s Inn and Tavern, which was the most popular inn and tavern in Southerland. Nedd often manned the front desk here and so he got to know a lot of people. He also, often went out on journeys to deliver goods for the local smithy, and so he knew people from all over Zimmerland. He had befriended numerous people, and they offered him stays at their houses whenever he needed. Who wouldn’t like Nedd, though; he was such a kind-hearted man. He was not afraid to fight though either and carried two daggers with him at all times.
Nedd was heading for home when he heard a rustling in the leaves. It sounded like footsteps. Nedd with incredible speed drew two of his daggers and turned around. There was nothing, nothing but the leaves, trees, and birds. Probably the birds he thought. But he was certain it sounded like foot steps. There came the sound again. He turned once more, nothing. He shrugged off the idea of it being a person and continued on his way.
The road twisted and turned. Then it came to a fork. Nedd didn’t expect it. He had walked this trail numerous times. He did not remember a fork. He must have a taken a wrong turn somewhere. He decided he better walk back up the trail and find out where he made the mistake. He turned and there he saw a man standing. He quickly whipped out his daggers in both hands.
“What do you think you are doing following me?” He asked.
The man was about as tall as Nedd, but less built and older looking. His white hair went down past his ears. He wore a plain blue robe much like a wizard’s. Nedd has never confronted a wizard so he had no way of telling if this man was or not. The man had very skinny arms and had a bald spot on top of his head. The man did not answer Nedd’s plea.
“Answer me, damn it!” Nedd shouted with frustration welling up inside him. Nedd was getting angry. He knew that when a man was following you without talking to you first, that trouble was brewing. Without thinking Nedd began to dash at the man. But Nedd stopped dead in his tracks. He did not know why he had stopped. He tried budging but could not move a muscle. “W…what’s goin’ on?” He asked fearfully.
“Well, hello Nedderick. Is this how you greet all the people you meet, by making a headlong dash at them with two daggers in your hands?” He let out a mocking laugh. “Friend, I mean you no harm. But you must promise me you won’t attack me any more.”
Nedd was bewildered. “H…how did you know my name?” Nedd’s body went back to his control. He rubbed his stiff wrists and stiff neck. He had been frozen in place and it had also managed to stiffen some of his body parts. He bent his knees freeing them from the stiffness also.
“That does not matter right now. But in due time, I will tell you everything you need to know. First, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jared. And I was wondering, perhaps you would be kind enough to lead me to Gordd’s Inn and Tavern I am an old acquaintance of Gorddon’s and haven’t spoken to him in quite some time.” His warm smile warmed Nedd’s heart. Jared seemed like a nice guy. But Nedd couldn’t be too friendly; he didn’t even know the man too good.
Nedd let out his own warm smile. “I would be pleased to, Jared. I am heading there myself, plus Gordd is my adopted father. That is just so long as you don’t freeze me in place again. I got a stiff neck from that.” Nedd had never seen what a wizard looked like, but he didn’t know that wizard’s were among those that wielded magic, and that what Jared had done was magic. There was no doubt. Jared was a wizard. “Follow me,” Nedd said. “I seemed to have taken a wrong turn back there. We must go back a bit then we can go to Windelton.”
They began back up the trail. Nedd didn’t know who this man was. But this man seemed to know Gordd. He must be Gordd’s friend. But, what if he wanted to hurt Gordd?
The Winds of Change
By Pero Bes
A Winds Of Change Novel
The Prophecy
When the Winds Of Change swoop down. The one blood of the immortalized in time will be the only chance. They will take him to another world. Dead, yet not totally dead he is. For him to return whence he came he must master the Sheer. But first he must put the pieces together or else the one commanding the magic will reign supreme over both worlds. This world will not only be conquered but so will his home, if he does not prevail in this battle of fate. He will have to choose his life or his friend’s life. Fate has set its course with this one. It must be either him or the worlds…
CHAPTER 1 --- Days before the Festivals
IT WAS ANOTHER normal day. Now leaves were beginning to fall to show the coming of autumn. Beautiful brown, red, and yellow colors were being scattered throughout the air and on the ground. The air was strikingly cold and the wind was of no help. The wind made it colder than it already was, numbing his fingers and causing him to place his hands inside his pockets. The sun was already beginning to set behind the mountains, showing there was several more hours before it would fully be down.
His cloak billowed behind him as he tried to keep it shut, so as to keep warm. He had been walking for nearly an hour, simply enjoying the woods near his town. He traveled down the familiar path, the path which he had traveled so many times. The path he had traveled to transport goods to nearby towns.
He had to be home soon to help prepare for the End of Summer Festival and the Beginning of Autumn Festival. In six days The End of Summer Festival would start and a day later, conclude with The Beginning of Autumn Festival. The two-day festival being so massive it took the entire week to set up the Town Square, the inns, and the taverns. He was a volunteer helper to set up and they were to start setting up tonight. He had to be back before night fell.
The sounds of the birds chirping their songs had appealed to him. He always loved to stroll through the forest and listen to the birds sing. Crickets also chirped, it was around 5 hours ‘til night fall and they were beginning to come out. He could hear the sounds of streams and rivers rushing south down the mountainous area. The sound of woodpeckers pecking sent a melody to his ear. He put all the sounds together; they all seemed to be one song in unison, so he started whistling along with the melody.
He had been walking on the trail for hours now, and had thought it best if he went home. He turned, still whistling the melody, and with a slow pace began walking back to town. His town, Windelton, was a small, prosperous town located in the northern most part of Southerland. It was a peaceful town. Not much happened there. All the people knew each other. And Nedd was especially well known. He often offered his services to anyone who needed it. Nedd’s adopted father, Gordd, owned Gordd’s Inn and Tavern, which was the most popular inn and tavern in Southerland. Nedd often manned the front desk here and so he got to know a lot of people. He also, often went out on journeys to deliver goods for the local smithy, and so he knew people from all over Zimmerland. He had befriended numerous people, and they offered him stays at their houses whenever he needed. Who wouldn’t like Nedd, though; he was such a kind-hearted man. He was not afraid to fight though either and carried two daggers with him at all times.
Nedd was heading for home when he heard a rustling in the leaves. It sounded like footsteps. Nedd with incredible speed drew two of his daggers and turned around. There was nothing, nothing but the leaves, trees, and birds. Probably the birds he thought. But he was certain it sounded like foot steps. There came the sound again. He turned once more, nothing. He shrugged off the idea of it being a person and continued on his way.
The road twisted and turned. Then it came to a fork. Nedd didn’t expect it. He had walked this trail numerous times. He did not remember a fork. He must have a taken a wrong turn somewhere. He decided he better walk back up the trail and find out where he made the mistake. He turned and there he saw a man standing. He quickly whipped out his daggers in both hands.
“What do you think you are doing following me?” He asked.
The man was about as tall as Nedd, but less built and older looking. His white hair went down past his ears. He wore a plain blue robe much like a wizard’s. Nedd has never confronted a wizard so he had no way of telling if this man was or not. The man had very skinny arms and had a bald spot on top of his head. The man did not answer Nedd’s plea.
“Answer me, damn it!” Nedd shouted with frustration welling up inside him. Nedd was getting angry. He knew that when a man was following you without talking to you first, that trouble was brewing. Without thinking Nedd began to dash at the man. But Nedd stopped dead in his tracks. He did not know why he had stopped. He tried budging but could not move a muscle. “W…what’s goin’ on?” He asked fearfully.
“Well, hello Nedderick. Is this how you greet all the people you meet, by making a headlong dash at them with two daggers in your hands?” He let out a mocking laugh. “Friend, I mean you no harm. But you must promise me you won’t attack me any more.”
Nedd was bewildered. “H…how did you know my name?” Nedd’s body went back to his control. He rubbed his stiff wrists and stiff neck. He had been frozen in place and it had also managed to stiffen some of his body parts. He bent his knees freeing them from the stiffness also.
“That does not matter right now. But in due time, I will tell you everything you need to know. First, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jared. And I was wondering, perhaps you would be kind enough to lead me to Gordd’s Inn and Tavern I am an old acquaintance of Gorddon’s and haven’t spoken to him in quite some time.” His warm smile warmed Nedd’s heart. Jared seemed like a nice guy. But Nedd couldn’t be too friendly; he didn’t even know the man too good.
Nedd let out his own warm smile. “I would be pleased to, Jared. I am heading there myself, plus Gordd is my adopted father. That is just so long as you don’t freeze me in place again. I got a stiff neck from that.” Nedd had never seen what a wizard looked like, but he didn’t know that wizard’s were among those that wielded magic, and that what Jared had done was magic. There was no doubt. Jared was a wizard. “Follow me,” Nedd said. “I seemed to have taken a wrong turn back there. We must go back a bit then we can go to Windelton.”
They began back up the trail. Nedd didn’t know who this man was. But this man seemed to know Gordd. He must be Gordd’s friend. But, what if he wanted to hurt Gordd?