"There is nothing like looking if you want to find something"-
J.R.R. Tolkien
Drewder woke to a normal sunrise, in a normal farmhouse, in a normal town. He wanted something different. A blonde of the age of fifteen, Drewder was not out of place In the town of Decra. Climbing down the ladder of his loft-bed, he thought of the surely monotonous day ahead of him.
Walking into the kitchen, he saw his father outside herding goats, and his brother preparing food next to the stove. His brother, Ocher, was a rather average figure, with dirty blonde hair and a long, well kept beard. His father on the other hand, Cyne, was a strong, burly figure, with black hair and a long, unkempt beard.
"You slept in again, it's nearly midday! You'll be late for your chores at this rate!" said Ocher, with a mix of worry and mockery in his voice. Drewder quickly stood up, grabbed some jerky his brother handed to him, and ran toward town while eating.
YOU ARE READING
The Journey Of The Sword Bearer
FantasiWhen Drewder finds a ancient sword at a nearby market, his entire life is turned upside down, through death, war, and betrayal.
