Everlong

The Beginning

A Blurb from the Author-

"Hello all! Thank you so much for checking out my first huge original work that's been in the process of getting done for close to three years now and counting! This story was a combined effort between me and my husband that we have really enjoyed fleshing out and coming up with new ideas for. I've been a huge dungeons and dragons fan now for years, and always wanted to tell a story in that setting, and thankfully a real fairy tale came into my life that inspired what you are about to read. A couple of notes though before you get started!
One, the first two chapters are definitely there for set-up of the world of the Forgotten Realms. I wanted to try and set the stage even if you had no clue what dnd was or anything about it. Sorry for the information dump, but it's all background info for later in the story!
Second, this story is being made into a webtoon comic as well! In the story you'll see concept art and illustrations from the webtoon, although not all chapters will have a illustration because well....I'm drawing it  ;P
And finally Third- again thank you for reading this, it truly means a lot to me that people take the time to read original work and any constructive criticism is welcomed! May the Earthmother smile on you all and enjoy!"

The Beginning

"Tell me the story again Mama" a quiet plead said next to the aging woman, her glowing eyes looking gently over at her daughter, a smile breaking out as she remembered she had promised them a story. Most nights when the sun had set and the darkness came, a story would make the long nights seem short. And if it must be a long one, at least it was going to be a good one. She dared asked the question of which tale she would be telling, but she felt she already knew what her little one would say.

"Which one my love?" she said as her other child came and sat next to the girl, her twin to the exact same dimples in their cheeks, his little body scooting forward as well. Usually he would be too busy playing with his wooden weapons or looking at his books, but he would always listen to this story.

"The Cleric and the Angel" her daughter smiled.

"Oh, well that is a long one" she said hearing her own voice mimic her father's,  her own memories of asking him the same way when her room seemed too big to sleep all alone.

"Please!" her children smiled wide, their eyes and minds now fully awake with the chance to hear the saga from their own mother's mouth once again.

"Fine, as you wish" she said thinking of her father once again, settling in with his own children by his side at the fireplace, her own mind awake and wild with stories of the wilderness.

"But, we have to start at the beginning, like all good stories" she said, and getting close to her own children, began the tale. The smell of the burning wood and the crackles of the fire were the only sounds against the quiet wind outside. Her children snuggled beside her, no books for this kind of story, no this was a tale only to be told through speech and sound. It was the magic of the firelight, the dark shadows against the corners of the room. The way her hands would move and her eyes light up with each twist. Her own father would do the same, sometimes he would pull himself in close so that his stories were merely a whisper, hoping not to wake her other siblings as he told dark stories of the world of Faerun.

"What story shall I tell tonight" he would say coming close, a coy smile spreading as he knew mother wouldn't approve, his gray hair long even when she was as young as her own children now "You pick Olly, whatever story you want."

"Even the Kingmaker one?" she would say, her little head popping up over the big fur covers.

"Why not?" he would laugh and bring out a small book of the world, showing Olly the islands and the world she would soon see over her life.