The Kingdom of Eldasar

Chapter 1 The beginning

It was one of my first memories that I could recall, I was around the age of four or maybe three when I first remember dreaming of him he was around the age of nine, playing on a farm with his father he looked like the kindest sweetest boy there was, and at the end of the day when his father would take him home he would pick a flower from the fields for his mother. He would hold it ever so gently not wanting to crush it and as soon as he would enter his small cottage, he would run to his mother holding out the flower for her. I would dream about him every night, and every time I did it would be about how he lived his day I slowly began to grew found of this boy and looked forward to bed time each night wanting to see how the boys day had gone. As I got older I watched the boy grow to become a teenager I watched him have his first transformation of becoming a wolf he would run to the fields every morning doing most of the farm work himself he was a very hard worker. One day in the cold chills of a September morning he was working in the fields harvesting corn, when he smelt fire coming from the direction of his home he dropped all that he was doing and he ran towards his home as he reached it there were men surrounding his home, he could hear the cries of his father in the cottage, a man had hold of his mother who was thrashing in his arms wanting to get to her husband, he ran towards the house wanting to save his father he jumped through a broken window sinking down, he crawled trying to find his father who had stopped shouting. He found him at the bottom of the steps lying still he clutched his father moving back to the window jumping back out as he got out of his now burnt down cottage the men were gone and his mother lay on the foot of the  cottage a knife through her chest.

That night I woke up screaming the castle down, my father, mother and eight older brothers had come running into my room along with my guards looking around for danger, but all they found was a weeping me clutching my blankets as I cried for the boy. My parents had come running to me hugging me and trying to calm me down, they had been worried wanting to know what had frightened me so much, my brothers had surround my bed looking at me with the same worried expression as my parents. After so many years of dreaming about the boy I told my parents all about my dreams they had sat there shocked as I told them all about my dreams and how I knew the boy was real and he lived somewhere outside the kingdom, I had asked my father to send someone to look for him desperately wanting to know if he was okay. My father had believed me on the spot sending twenty of his men to look for a burnt down cottage and a teenage werewolf, my family had spent that night with me all crowding on to my king sized bed holding me as I slept my first dreamless night.

Sorry its short but this had to be the first chapter next one is longer xD