BabyCharChar

The morning is long and dreary.A light drizzle has been falling for hours and the sky is grouchy grey making my mood worse.The hills stretch far and wide,I never relized there was so many of them along this plain.''You could never see these hills from the top''I remark.Nimbull neighs as if she's agreing with me.The steeds are tierd now from the climb so Rohan and I decided to walk at a stedy pace giving them a break.I glance at Rohan who is only a few steeps behiind me.His face creased with confusion and concentration.He has been silent for a long whiel and I'm begining to get impatiant.I feel lonely and excited at the same time and that just

''The sun will soon be rising''Rohan reminds me.I look out the window and see a new day arising.I get up and walk up the stairs silently but sorrowfully.This might be last time I'll get to walk up them.It may not sound like much but I'm sure if you were in my situation it would make sense.I dress in my hunting clothes and black cloak.All that I really want to take with me besides my bow and arrows.I look around my small room that I've slept in since I was born.Rohans by my door with a piece of paper and quill.I take them and start to write the letter. Dear Father I'm sorry but I must leave,I love you and hope to make you proud of me one day

Rohan seems more cheery the next morning even though he stayed up all night with me.I literately crawl up the stairs and collapse into my bed.I twist and turn but can not fathom to sleep.What bothers me,I do not know but I'm uneasy. I've haven't been like this ever since my mother was killed.Around breakfast time a get up and go down stairs.I'm greeted with smiles and compliments.''Get the fiddle out for tonight!It's Monday''My father calls out from the kitchen.I moan.I hate Monday nights.It's when all the elf's come in from training in the woods and most of them get incoherent and get a bit touchy.I sit at a table with Rohan who is eating a

I leave the inn shortly after and make haste towards the woods.My thoughts,filled with questions about my brother.He left for war nearly a year ago.If I can remember clearly,they had to go to the north first to receive there blessings and then pursue the enemy.I know,father tries to keep a brave face,for me and the rest of the villagers.But slowly father is dying on the inside and it hurts me,to see what is behind his mask of happiness.As I walk through the woods I don't check my traps or bother to hunt,there's a whole day dedicated to that.I wonder around for a bit,not paying attention to where I'm going.Eventually I find my self in a part o

The day drags on ever so slowly and the snow gets heavy.All of our guests can't leave and I doubt any one can travel here today.The village is a good few miles out and can only be reached by horse and cart if you want to go there.The fire crackles,being fed some wood every once and a while and the tea pot is constant on and off the stove.I stand at the window,sipping a hot brew of tea,watching the snow fall  to the ground where a thick white sheet of snow awaits.''I think you should go sit by the fire dear,it's a cold day today''My father says coming up beside me with a cup of tea for him self.He still looks young but beating with age,Wise ye