Ocarin: The cry of the Hrenadrid

The Dream

Ocarin Talbern awoke with a start. He rubbed his head and tried to think about what he had been dreaming about. He had dreamt about his town slowly crumbling to nothing with him just left sobbing at the scene. It had really shaken him up. He heared a little whistle of a Hrenadrid Swallow as it passed his window. Hrenadrid's are known to sense fear, that is why they whistle to let those who are scared that everything's alright. The year was 2156. "A new year," Ocarin thought to himself "how exciting." He got up and dressed in his new clothes that his mother had bought for his 13th birthday only two weeks ago. They were rather large as Ocarin was quite skinny. He has chocolate brown hair and a vague outline of 'facial hair'. He ran downstairs to be confronted by his little sister Yespal throwing a wobbly at his mother Ethrid. "Alright mum?" he said rather cheekily. "Alright yourself," she said with a chuckle. As his sister continued to throw porridge to the floor, Ocarin thought about this year and what it may bring. Will he pass his tests to get into a good set? Will he ever manage to complete Danthrad Regema's new video game? Will Claratres Drefaya notice he exists? "I hope so," he thought as he bit into his toast.

Little did he know that something was about to happen that would change his life forever.