I open the door and a blanket of cold air rushes in. I wander outside, Autumn has settled in the valley like fog. The sun tries to shine and warm the earth, but the clouds cover it. I smell a tint of smoke in the air. I pull my cloak closer around me. Where shall I start?
The Fawns know, The Afhalzers know, even the little folk know. Something is happening. The mountains are being moved, they quake and tremble. Theres a sound in the night, a rumble.
I shiver and gaze upon the valley, stretching farther and farther to the coastline. Fields and houses, a kingdom, Asleep. Seemingly numb to the warning signs, as urgent as they are.
The smoke that's in the air is not made from the usual fires of every house, the fires in the fields where people gather to celebrate the harvest. No, as grim as it is, it is the truth. The Minotaurs are moving.
I slowly make my way up the mountains. From my dwelling, in the cleft of the mountain. I reach the top of a lofty peak and gaze towards the wilderness. My eyes strain, but can see no farther. In the distance a larger mountain then then the one peak I stand upon, Rises mightily and snow is upon upon its utmost highest peak.
To my fear I see smoke rising from the other side of the great mountain Richarub (pronounced Risharub).
I make my way back to my home.
Please comment to tell me what you think of it.
You also must understand this part of a world trilogy (is that the word I want?), that isn't polished up to make it very different from other books. But as time progresses I will fill in all the little questions that must be popping into your head after you read this.
Oh yeah if you do have any specific questions you can comment and I'll see if I know the answer, and if I don't I'll make one up :)
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