Introduction of My Worlds

Forgotten Adventures

     Shadows danced on the overgrown stone ruins as figures talked around the fire. The moon had just risen past the tree tops bringing the nuisances of the night. "Are you sure this is where it meant?" A dirty blonde haired boy asked out loud from where he sitting on a pile of rubble. "You got a better idea, Alex?" A flame haired boy asked the other as he scribbled something into a small leather-bound journal before flipping one of the yellowed pages of the ancient journal beside him. "No." Alex replied with a huff. "C'mon Alex," a chocolate brown haired girl said from where she was inspecting the standing stone wall, "aren't you curious? The book mentioned our town by name and the first riddle led us to a door under the market that even Ben didn't know about! And he and Lydia know every inch of town like the back of their hands!" "Sure, I kinda do Emma." The 17 year old muttered in agreement. His sister and best friend knew practically every square inch of Oakriver, a strange name for a town where the nearest body of water was over 10 miles away. "Why did I hear my name?" The sarcastic voice of Lydia announced her presence as she came back with a bundle of sticks in her arms. "Your brother was having second thoughts again." Emma replied as she pushed a vine off the stone. Lydia rolled her eyes before dropping the sticks on the ground. The clatter awoke the black haired Ben, who was sleeping nestled in a nook with his sheepskin vest as cushioning. "What's going on? Did the salty ones cause mischief?"

   "Really?" Lydia asked while sitting down and tossing a stick on the fire. "The salty ones? That's what you're going with?" Emma gave a small snort as she tried to block out the ensuing conversation. "Under the wolven place of silver and white, lies the remains of a long ago fight. Swords once clashed among the stones; only to find no semblance of their goal. Hidden below the moon lies the crest of the second clue." She muttered to herself; repeating the riddle they had found in the tunnel beneath the town square. Her mind wandered back to the night they had agreed to come with her on this hunt when she glanced up at the mountain's wolf-shaped summit. This entire thing had started with her. Her impulse to buy the worn, yellowed journal from a passing salesman had turned to her obsessively trying to find if any of the magical creatures written about were real.