Plot as One, Leave Undone

Chapter 1- Bright Sunny Morn

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Chapter 1:

A Plot for Freedom

It was upon such a day as a bright sunny morn that a boy, named Enrehe, of fifteen years was sitting with his back against an oak, after he successfully escaped work from his father. The boy had hair that reached slightly passed his ears and wore old, tattered homemade clothes. He had pleasant features, green eyes, though they sometimes turned grey or even black, and sandy blonde hair. The oak he sat against was of immense proportions and happened to be the only oak in the forest, the rest being of beach. This oak, though not many knew of it except the ancient story tellers whom people speculated were crazy, was of immense importance. It bore within its ancient being the lone spirit of an archaic and powerful wizard. The oak, having trapped the spirit, secreted a sap which enveloped it so that it was thus held for many a century, undisturbed and tranquil.

Enrehe worked and lived on a farm that was owned by his father, and he completely despised his work. His father worked him from sundown to sun up everyday, except summer and winter when it slowed. He was extremely harsh on Enrehe and beat him frequently. Enrehe would escape to such places as the tree as much as he could, though he couldn't do it often for his father kept a wary eye on him. He would sometimes seek solitude in the woods surrounding his fathers' farm, and loved to read, though it was not to say that he was good at it. Actually he couldn't read at all, but found the words in black ink on the parchment pages fascinating. Enrehes' father would not allow Enrehe to have an education and the on book they owned was weighted down by the dusty years of un-use.

"Enrehe," his father would say. "Schoolin' is for city boys and men of business not farm boys such as yourself." Enrehe did not believe it. He thought that school should be for everyone including for his sister, Nenia, for girls were not allowed to learn. Both Nenia and Enrehe had a compelling burn for knowledge, but it was seldom satisfied.

"Once women get their heads stuck in a book there will be no one to cook or clean or do anything around the house," said his father when giving his, as he called them, words of wisdom.

Enrehe did not love his parents. His father, who was known as Jeshiy, had only one real love, and that was his farm. It was his life's work, and he had brought it up from practically nothing. He had brought hundreds of friends, who had died off or became uninterested, that helped him clear the land and set up his farm. It was also said that he used to have a mad love for his wife, who was known as Aren, but it seemed as if long years of work and stress had driven all the previous love out of him. Enrehes mother was not a very joyful person. In fact, she would walk around the house with a scowl on her face that made her children avoid her. Enrehe felt sorry for his sister for she had to work around the house all day with her mother's frowning, and critiquing. It was said, that Enrehe's parents used to be a lovely couple who had a deep love for one another till a strange thing happened, though Enrehe did know what.

Enrehe had two brothers, Siern and Menos, and one sister, Nenia. Siern was the oldest and paid little attention to the others. Menos was always finding entertainment in bullying Enrehe. Nenia was very beautiful and Enrehe's favorite sibling, for they loved each other beyond all else. Enrehe's family wasn't very important to the kingdom, but was vital to the area. Little did they know that they would not only be vital to the kingdom, but to the entire world and more.