Journey

Ch. 1

The breeze blew through the leaves gently, its whisper carried through out the forrest joining the bubble of the thin creek. Sunlight and shadows speckled the forrest floor giving the small flower clusters the light they needed. Sleeping amungst the flowers was a young man, one could've mistaken him for a beautiful maiden or an elf. His complexion was a soft peach color with a healthy flush to his cheeks. His silvery blonde hair was out of it's usual ponytail, spread out behind him like a halo.

The peacefulness of the forrest was disturbed by the running of furry paws. The creature barked it's happiness upon seeing the boy; jumping the creek it landed on top of the boy instantly waking him from his slumber.

"Gah! Brutus, get off your heavy!" The boy cried from under the mound of fur. The wolf-dog hybrid moved off the boy allowing him to sit up, but stayed close by with a doggy smile on his muzzle his long tongue hanging out to the side.

The boy, Braedon sat up rubbing his chest where his loving battering ram landed on him. "Brutus, you know I can't handle your weight on my chest like that." The happy smile disappeared at the thought of hurting his master. "What's got you so excited that you'd jump on me like that?"

Looking a little more guilty, Brutus puffed his furry chest out presenting his wide rawhide collar. Attached was a scroll neatly rolled up and tied to the collar. Braedon took the scroll scratching between the hybrid's pointed ear, showing he wasn't mad causing the happieness to return to Brutus's face. Braedon unrolled the scroll and read:

Brae,

We need help at the Inn, Aiden is trying to cook AGAIN! Please hurry, this is the only source of money we have and I don't want to lose it to my brother's idiocy!

Abigail

Braedon sighed as he rolled up the scroll. "So much for a peacefull evening in the forrest." He placed the scroll in his canvas messenger bag next to him as he stood up placing the strap on his shoulder; he dusted off his pants and straightened his dark blue and gold trimmed tunic. "If Aiden keeps this up he'll end up chained to the wall. He knows not to set foot in the kitchen when I'm not there to help." He used the string that was holding the scroll to tie his hair back into a low pony tail. Brutus agreed with a bark. "Well, lets get going before there's a fire and a murder." Grazing a little ways from them was a jet black shire horse, his middle was at least two heads taller than Braedon. He lifted his great head to stare at the two approaching him. "Sorry Titus, looks like we're going back earlier than planed." Titus nickered annoyed at the thought of leaving the lush and tasty grass patch he was currently munching on. "I know, I don't want to leave either. If we don't Abigail will be a very lonely twin." Titus neighed disappointed but lowered himself to allow Braedon to climb on. Braedon gripped his mane gently as Titus stood up. Clicking his tongue the three returned to the village of Green Haven.

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The village of Green Haven was built in a large valley surrounded by forrests and hidden from the rest of the world by a ring of mountains, Echor Mountains. A large river had cut a path through them many years ago and was the only way out of the valley when the river was low durning the summer month as it was now, said river also is on the edge of the village. The village residants were mostly farming folk, with a few black smiths, seamstresses, potters, and carvers. The one and only healer and village chief, was a she-elf that was as old as the village itself, which would be over a thousand. Dispite her actual age of one thousand and fourty-five, Dillothel or Dilly for short looked like a young woman in her mid twenties. Because of her fairness and the fact that she was down right terrifying when angered, she kept her title as chief; also because no one else wanted the job.