"Altarth get back in here please, its raining. You will get ill" asked Queen Tullia. Altarth looked around, rain dripping down from his fringe onto his nose. like many other 15 year olds all he wanted to do was play in garden, he did not care about the rain, to him it was just another adventure.
As he looks around his eyes are met with scenery that some can only imagine, tall trees everywhere with powerful green leaves flourishing all over. Each head stood on mighty strong trunks, each trunk had character which could tell a story from the thousands of years they have been standing. At the base, a lush green meadow of grass glistening from the drops of rain with spots of colourful flowers which blossomed all year round. A river ran through the town of Velyre (pronounced Vel - ear) the sound was peaceful and calming but was also a link to the main river lands down in Dwarland. A fence protected young Altarth from wandering past lands he shouldn't. As he looked a murder of crows were sitting on the fence as if it was their only home. Altarth looked back at his home, it stood proud with walls made cobblestone dressed with flags which represented the family.
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The Cromwells were a proud family, yet they remained humble through their ruling of Velyre. King Jorath, a tall man, with luscious white locks down to his shoulders. He had blue eyes which pierced with every look he gave, his face was full of an impressive thick long beard which shimmered as white as his hair. He was a strong man, his arm were as thick as legs, his chested puffed out more than any other. Every woman in the town could only dream of being with a man such as Jorath, but that blessing was given to Queen Tullia. Altarth's mother, she was a loving and caring woman. Petite but curvy. Her Hair was A mesmerising river of purple waves which ran all the way down to her back. Her eyes too were a piercing blue. She was a very strong and independent woman, her main pride was her only son Altarth. The youngest of the Cromwells, he was only small at 5ft 2. His hair was a messy jungle of curly thick brown hair. His eyes were a deep green, although he was small Altarth had more strength than any boy of his age.
"Altarth please come inside, I'm not going to tell you again" Tullia insisted.
Altarth gave in and reluctantly wandered inside. What meets him when he finally gets inside is a feast, a large hog spit roasting over a fire on the centre of the table. Surrounded by fruits and vegetables which were hand picked from the garden. Jorath had caught the hog himself mere hours ago.
Altarth sat down not knowing where to start with the food, he looked up at the glorious pig, jealousy ran through his body, he wanted nothing more that to be able to catch dinner for his family himself. Altarth turned to his father, "Dad, when can I come hunting with you?". Jorath forcefully swallowed the mouthful he had crammed into his mouth, took a sip from his glass and said "you know the rules my boy, no hunting till you 16". The look of disappointment raged over Altarth's face, "but I'm so close to 16 can't we go tomorrow?". Jorath could not wait for the day he could finally take his son hunting with him, a tradition which ran deep through the history of Valyre, on the 16th birthday of any young boy its traditional for their fathers to take them hunting for 2 days. "listen Altarth, its only 2 weeks, I'm sure you can wait that long". Altarth started to get frustrated but had to bitterly accept what he was saying, Jorath was not the kind of man you wanted to argue with.
Altarth finished his meal and ran straight up to his bedroom. This was his quite sanctuary. He gazed out of the window. In the distance he could see Crofton Mountain. This mountain has been rumoured to be the home of dragons. Although nobody had seen any for over 20 years. The dragons used to live among the people, they were peaceful. That was until a battle took place, they could sense conflict. They did not choose sides they just cause havoc to punish the citizens of Velyre. The last time they were seen was the battle of Velyre between Jorath and Remy and no body has any idea as to where they went from there.
