I figured i'd post the first two chapters of my book, the full book is up on amazon kindle if you enjoy the read. If changed the way it's spread out a bit to make it a easier read on the forum. Enjoy! It twas night, in a small village built within a forest, in it resides travelers that have fallen astray, elves, men, dwarves and even children. To the south of the village, a tall waterfall, they call it, the waterfall of hope. Many secrets hide in this small town, and many tales to tell. With such tales as the clans of nymphs, and elixirs of magical properties, a land of mysticism and wonder. There are also numerous beings in the vast lands that surround the village, dwarves, fairies, elves, wizards, and much much more, but they also, have other races of beings, some who are not so kind. And as we hear the river trickling and the owls hooting , there's one villager who stands out from them, a human, wearing weathered clothes, dark brown worn out boots, a dark tattered tunic, and muddy bottoms, shoulder length, wavy tresses, a small goatee , and a rugged face. Many villagers see him as a celebrity, for it is he that has seen the most. He has been around, traveling across diverse terrain and seeing things in several weeks that some people never wish to see in a life time, his name is unknown to many. Hardly anything is actually known about him outside his close circle of clans. To many at first glance, he seems to be an evil man, yet he is filled with sorrow and deep compassion, though he would never show it. Another character cometh this tale, an elegant elf, noble in presence, walks with pride, tall, muscular, with an array of weapons at his side being that of a long sword, carved by the elves of ancient times and long bow made of the strongest wood from the lands upon his back. Long flowing black hair, electric blue eyes, and a gentlemanly manner when around women. Dark brown bottoms, high black boots, silver tunic and long flowing dark green cloak. He travels to and from the village months at a time. Little is known about him also, just that he hails from the elven lands of Hithrandir. A silent type, preferring to keep himself to himself. His name be Lilithien. He walks down a long path to the south, down to the waterfall where he can normally be found. As he wanders up the path, the sun trickling through the leaves, scattering across the floor, the wind blowing as he approaches the waterfall. Next to the waterfall, sits the other loner, their eyes meet. In 1 second, a clash of knowledge stretching for miles erupts, not much is said for awhile. Lilithien takes out his journal, and a quill. The rugged looking loner studies the elf. He lays his eyes upon the elfs weapons. A warrior and fellow traveler for certain. Lilithien slowly looks up from his journal and over to the man. Once again they just stare at each other for a while, each looking the other over, studying them. The man takes to his feet. Walking over to the elf, he stands in front of him, placing his palm on the tattered looking book. “Norgara.” he says in a soft inviting tone. Lilithien closes his journal, and places it in his satchel. A gentle smile begins to invade his face, like a quarter moon. “Come” Norgara says to Lilithien, as he invites him into the old trees. They reach a bare patch of earth and they sit, “Tell me of your path, your journeys and what brings you here.” Norgara says to Lilithien. Lilithien is a little confused. “Refuge my friend, is all I seek. I have a lady here in Bahdal, she is not here in town at the moment, however I shall await for her arrival. And you kind sir?” Norgara looks at the elf with raised eyebrows. "I too seek refuge..." he says without enlarging on it, "So who is this woman, are you a warrior or poet?" "I am neither my friend" Lilithien states calmly. "I am Lilithien, I am me, and it is what I shall be for the rest of my living days" he smiles playfully, and takes out his bow. “I am trained in the art of archery, and dabble in swordsmanship" he explains looking at his long elven sword by his side. As they both get up, and begin to walk, they eventually come across a small cave. For a while they stand there and stare at it, something draws them in, some kind of magic perhaps? Norgara, "Shall we?" he questioned. They both nod at each other. And so they enter, its a dark misty cave, old runes carved on the wall, some splattered with dead blood, "What sorcery is this!?" Lilithien exclaims as he walks around the lair. Norgara stops him. He can read a stone carving in the ground, it reads: "Gilgavads lair" They hear a roaring voice shout "Who dareth enter?" they peer through the dank mist, and out comes a man, with armor of black steel, long lank greasy hair, and dead blazing fire in his eyes. He is an elderly man. And by the looks of things, he has fought many battles. His skin dead looking, as if it could be peeled off in one, his eyes a dead grey color. a long beard strings from his face. He advances on the travelers. Norgara draws his blade, the foul stench of the man disgusts him, Lilithien clenches his bow. Suddenly Gilgavad's eyes turn swamp green, and old copper blood trickles from his hands and sharp jagged bone pikes spew from his wrists, his nails elongate. He charges at them, wanting nothing more than to tear them to bloody shreds. Norgara stands strong. Lilithien stands at firm ease. Ready to shoot at just the right time. Gilgavad charges, building up speed. Raising his right arm as he charges. He swings down his arm with such fury it would be enough to decapitate a man. Norgara ducks, and as he does Lilithien fires an arrow, striking one of Gilgavads eyes, it explodes into pure puss... sticking to the walls. Lilithien draws his blade and swings at the creature, Gilgavad ducks out the way, but his ear is sliced off. He howls in pain, and kicks Lilithien to the ground. As he falls, Norgara takes a swing but, as he does so, Gilgavad engulfs himself in smoke and disappears. He is nowhere to be found. The two then hear cries and the smell of burning, they rush out to see the village is on fire, orcs are pillaging the land! They take one last look back at the cave to see if Gilgavad had returned, but he is no where to be seen. They dash off into the forest, but they are quite a way away from the village. Women's screams can be heard and children's cries. The sound of swords clashing. The men are fighting a hopeless battle to defend their wives, children and their homeland. More and more dark smoke rises into the air. The newly found friends aren't going to make it. Only a few meters to go, the village is in sight. But as quick as the attack began, it was over. A fowl silence thuds the air. All that is left of the village is ruins and body’s. They both look at the blood splattered corpses and burnt ruined village, as Lilithien looks into the eyes of a dead child, he still see's the hurt, pain, morbid sorrow and confusion in his innocent eyes. Norgara see's men and women whom died with no dignity or honor, a pale dead moon rises, the clouds turn black. They make the decision to go after the evil ones. They head east, with fury in they're hearts. Chapter 2: The great eastern plains As they run up to the large gates of the village, they take one last look at what use to be their home. Nothing but bloodshed and hate fills the air. The two look at each other. They know that this adventure of revenge will bring two what use to be complete strangers to what could be the strongest bond of brotherhood known to man. They do nothing but look at each other for a few moments. Norgara holds out his hand. Lilithien shakes it. They take off on foot to the east. Following the tracks that the orcs had left behind, yet neither of them could stop thinking about their previous engagement with the creature in the cave. Four days they had been roaming. Searching and following tracks. The forest never seemed so dense. The night begins to dawn on them. It is only now, that the thought of the villagers and redemption began to escape their minds. Lilithien's mind however seemed to settle on something else. As Norgara began to set up camp Lilithien heads off in to the forest. Lilithien feels half broken, vowing to defend the villagers honor, and not seeming to have the power to do it, he wanders past the moonlit river as the leaves of blue stoke up stream. He takes a pebble and drops it, watching the ripples fade. Norgara builds a small fire, as the dark purple and orange of the fire's wood, heats him, he takes out his pipe, and quietly sits. Lilithien’s mind, like the flowing river , drifts off to his lady damsel, would he ever see her again. He knew something was not right before he left for the village. What was to become of him. He heads back down the river, watching his reflection as he goes. As he nears the camp he can see the blazing fire with a stew boiling. Norgara sitting at the stump of the tree. Lilithien smiles gently. "Tell me, what of your past friend?" says the elf. Norgara looks up, with a silent raise of an eyebrow, "I was looking for freedom, my life had been a fight since birth, in someways I should not have been born, I thought I could find peace with the warmth of a woman's body, or the fleeting memories of fake friends, hate and anger builds up, thus now I know, I am here to find out who I am, I once asked my mentor, who has now journeyed to another realm, "Why is this path so painful and difficult?" “He looked at me and said, "Because it must go through you! And thus I spend my time out in the wild, looking for this reason and meaning, and thats all I shall say for now friend...” Lilithien looks at Norgara. For two travelers, who usually keep themselves to themselves, they seem to be getting on rather well, and find it easy to share with one another. Norgara tends to the stew while smoking his pipe, Lilithien takes out his journal, and begins writing in it. Out of it falls a detailed sketch of a most radiant women. Norgara looks up, with a silent raise of an eyebrow. Long black hair, stunning green eyes with a ring of brown in them. A tall women, of human species. Lilithien takes the sketch and looks at it, beyond the picture Lilithien can just about make out Norgara looking at him... however the tension in the air can be felt a mile away. The sting of his glare makes Lilithien feel uncomfortable. Norgara looks at Lilithien, saying nothing, he can almost see the wheels turning in Lilithien's mind. Norgara speaks, “This, is obviously a sensitive subject, fear not, I to have...” He pauses “Had.” he emphasizes, “felt the "love" for a women, only... she did not know it. She to, had long black flowing hair, yet her skin was swarthy like dark glowing clouds of the setting sun, full lips and, rather short. Ahh the lament, the lament, she is not the one, not really, so, who is this woman you seem to hold close to your chest Lilithien?" Above shines a settled half sliver moon. Gently sitting under the blue and green leaves, as the silver river babbles in the distance, and the glow of the fire crackles are our two travelers. Lilithien folds up his sketch. "She use to be my everything. But now she slowly drifts to nothing but a mere memory, and not particular a good one my friend, she is human, what can I say. Most of you lose your morals and sacredness at a young age. No offense my friend." He states with a rather dis-heartened tone. "Then tell me, what happened" Asked Norgara. "It's complicated. But she was my everything and evidently, I was a mere amusement" Lilithien replied. The moon now trickled down through the branches directly above Lilithien. "Liberation, thats what I seek now. I wish to break free upon this torture that has found my soul" he continued. And at that the noble elf stood up took his cloak and climbed to the top of the tallest tree. Laid upon the biggest branch and closed his eyes. Norgara just sits there, not bothering to say anything to him for awhile. He was rather displeased with the elf's comment about his race, as Norgara looks up he see's a tear fall from the elf’s eye, and hit the floor, Norgara does not speak. After awhile, he says "Seems we both have unresolved issues, come down, we need to make haste.” Lilithien looks down at the human. Part of him feels somewhat un trustworthy to the human, he is human after all. He can't be much wiser than she. A few long vigorous hours into the hunt, the two come across a orc set up, poorly build huts and shelters built out of the wood most likely found on the floor of this magical forest, The two take to the trees and keep well hidden. The orcs have spare women enslaved and tied up, two orcs are on the hillside, drunk, arguing about who will violate the last captive, Garginsvile, "I'm better looking than you.....it should be me!" Grinswald, "Rats balls, I'm the leader, all women prevail under my order!" A dark silhouette of the two orcs, created by the rather large moon behind them, is created. The two retched beasts squabble, just as the first orc was about to punch the leader, a long powerful blade punched through his back, Grinswald in shock opened his mouth to swear but no words came out, because his mouth was shot by a flaming arrow! As they fall to their death, the noble warriors rise, deciding what to do next. They see the huts and torture racks, thus they strip the monsters of their uniform, armor and weapons, disguise it as their own and they enter the revolting camp. Norgara creates a diversion by setting one camp a blaze, attracting the attention of several other orcs. As they sneak into the camp where the women are being held, they take off the helmets and untie the women. They sneak out the back and run through the misty meadow under the smoked black sky, the women ask their name. "Lilithien." he exclaims and turns with a smile, "Norgara." says he whilst looking for a way out, "There is a safe passage through the goat path and up the hills, 2 days journey, here take some food and go." The two women kiss each of them on the cheek as they take off into the forrest. Lilithien looks at Norgara, "Let us move on, move on like the stars that shake the grass as they wave." Norgara nods as they strap their weapons tighter and run through the smoldering dust and decay, as embers lit the sky and smoke climbed high above the trees. Many findings and camps were found along the way, until they reached, the planes. A sandy color. It was the beginning of the Great Eastern Planes. The travelers knew that they would have to journey for weeks to get from one side to the other. Many different creatures and strange folk some how manage to live out here, though there's very little civilization at all. The sun begins to rise. The two look at each other, "It can get very hot out here" states Norgara. The two begin to walk off into the planes. The sun begins to rise in front of them. The heat begins to get to them already. Beads of sweat slowly trickling down both their foreheads. With nothing but one flask of water shared between them. The sound of crunching grains of sand beneath their feet. "My feet tire." states an exhausted Norgara He looks into the distance, the horizon glares at them, the sun peals out of the earth in crimson red. The smokey planes wrought with the suns gaze and an eerie feel washes over the two, yet they keep strong and muscle on through. Minutes turned into hours, hours seemed to turn into days, they where parched. They begin to plod their feet. They became heavy. It was such an effort to raise even a leg. "We must be brave" Lilithien says tiringly. Norgara stops. As he realizes their worst nightmare. They had become so hot and bothered, they forgot the reason they were walking in the first place. They were tracking orcs! "The tracks!" Norgara exclaims! "The wind has blown them, we have fallen astray" They both stop and think. Looking around as the hot sun rises higher and higher. Norgara kneels down on to the sand. He looks closely at every spec of it. Every grain being looked over. Lilithien observes Norgara closely, "Norgara, what is it?" He asks ."They have been here, dry specs of mud. They travel east, to Nuthundel" Norgara replies. "They must be heading to pillage another town!" Lilithien states. "Then we have little time to catch up to them and prevent it" Says Norgara. Lilithien nods as he unhooks his bow from his back and takes an arrow from his quiver. They then run in the direction of Nuthundel, on and on they run, Norgara grips his sword handle as they run further, the wind and sand blows in their face as they power on through. Suddenly what looks like massive clouds, stir towards them, huge black shapes over lapping getting closer, they peer closely, as they do so, they see it has patterns on it, it glistens in the sun, it's solid, and once more, a reptilian movement, red eyes and shrouded in black shadows, as though it was sweating black smoke. It was massive! And it flew over them with a thunderous roar that shook the ground... they were getting close now, as they ran on, suddenly they saw something in the distance. What looked like a man, just standing, watching. A dreadful feeling crept over our two warriors. Something about this situation was horribly wrong! As they close in on the man. Norgara takes a look back at the epicly large creature. Norgara had never seen a dragon before. He turns back to the man to see Lilithien has run on ahead. He races to catch up. Hands gripping their weapons, they both walk up to the man. He says nothing. Lilithien takes the first words, "My friend...” Nothing is said. A dead look in his eyes, there is nothing there. The two wonder if the man is alright. He wears only rags, has a long beard and lank whispy hair, Lilithien reaches to touch the man on the forearm and asks again, "Friend, what is the matter?" just then, the arm cracks. The cracks invade up his arm and around his whole body, he then he breaks into sand and falls to the ground! Norgara looks closely, the grains of sand start to move slightly, then in the very centre, the pile of sand seems to be getting moist. Little trickles of water pop out from the surface. The two look closer. Within seconds a rush of water streams into the air, stretching for miles into the sky. It then begins to to grow in length, creating a wall of water between the two travelers. They have been separated. The water pushes them away for miles and they are now, completely alone. The massive wall of water hangs suspended in the air, the reflections of mirky shadows on the ground, Norgara looks up, then starts to walk, trying to find a way through, though it seems hopeless. Hours pass, nothing. Lilithien turns to look up at the wall, then turns to where the man once stood. He knew that further east is a little town. Where the two thought that orcs were about to pillage. With a sigh and a wipe to the forehead to remove the beads of sweat invading his forehead he takes off. Norgara on the other hand heads in the opposite direction, losing his sense of direction, the wall of water barely visible in the distance, it had thrown them back so far. Norgara comes across a mud hut, drawing his blade he silently inspects it, creeping round it. Coming round and peering inside. It was a very simple interior, some plants, a pale of rain water and straw bedding. As Norgara turns to leave he is face to face with a withered old man, long white hair, a beard and pale skin, and grey eyes, the man smiles politely, "Can I help you?" he softly says. The man smiles, but not with his mouth, with his eyes. The sparkle with presence and understanding, "Ahh" he says "I see." he looks at Norgara's shaggy, sweaty, beaten down appearance, "Come with me." the man says. He takes him out to the planes, and they look up to the sky. It was dark now, when suddenly, the man raises his arms and clouds gather, "Lay down my friend." Norgara raises an eyebrow, he looks at the old man, takes a deep breathe and lays down. Eventually, the old man begins to tell stories of old with clouds, merging them together, creating images with them. Meanwhile in the opposite direction, Lilithien has found what seems to be an abandoned stagecoach. He has climbed on top of the roof, and is laying looking up at the stars. It's a clear sky. His mind wonders, but eventually settles on his new found friend. Although they have only known each other for days. It feels like its been years. He wonders, if Norgara’s safe. The winds chime and the clouds roll, forming and falling, swelling and turning like the pale rock on the mountain and the sparkle in the spring river, the man Norgara was accompanied with (he explains) was a hermit, a man of the mountain, after his village was pillaged by orcs as a young boy, he retreated and became a recluse for years, probing the secrets of the elements, seeing into them, trying to find ways to heal the sick and the injured. Norgara is amazed. He takes to his feet and bows his head "Norgara." The man simply smiles and looks back at the cabin in the distance. "Let’s get you some freshly brewed tea?" Norgara smiles and takes out his pipe as he walks to the cabin with man discussing their pasts. Lilithien still staring at the sky and reminiscing, studies the stars. When suddenly a small mythical Helterfly lands on his arm. Very rare, a species thought to bring luck to those who crosses ones path. It is said that only those of purest heart ever see one. Lilithien smiles and gently takes it into his hand. It is scaled in texture and has small bottom fangs that poke out from the bottom of its mouth. A small horned tail. Lithilien sits up and watches the creature. It flaps its wings with such grace. Before leaving its feces on his arm and flying off. Lilithien feels graced and humble. He gets up, cleans his arm and packs his stuff before heading back into the planes. Norgara sits inside as the tea is poured out, he and the hermit, sit and drink. The hermit tells tales of majesty and splender, of warriors of ancient times and the coming of new dawns. Norgara sits and listens, casting his mind back to his clans of the north, and thinking too of Lilithien's warrior culture that stretched for miles, across seas. Just then, the small, very rare creature flies in, and lands on the table. It is the Helterfly. Norgara reaches for his dagger ever so slowly, but before he could do anything the hermit stops him. The hermit gently takes the creature into his palm and he smiles to Norgara un clenching his fists. Norgara was about to have a lesson, he will treasure to the last breathe he took. The little creature, with misty blue eyes, murmurs a coded utterance that only hermits, and other magical beings can know, the creature gives the where abouts of Lilithien. The hermit compiles a list of phrases noted from the uttering of this creature, and translates. As the words are spoken to Norgara, he proceeds to make haste, but the hermit stops him. “Lilithien, is on a path that he must proceed with on his own. But you, my friend. You must take your own path for now." Explains the Hermit. "Come with me". He slowly gets out of his chair with a slight struggle, Norgara studies the man. "I am getting old my friend. Do not worry." Norgara follows the hermit to a small shed outside. "Be still" says the hermit, as he raises his arms in front of the shed's door. "Unmael yesterdornia". As the words leave his mouth. The shed's door suddenly turns to a luminous blue vortex. "This leads you out of the plains, through the forbidden tunnels of the Netherbreds. The sacred clan of dwarfs. Once you get to the other side. Your bond with Lithilien will be stronger, you will understand him more, and the 12 moons will re unite you with him, safe journey Norgara.” Norgara does not speak. He takes a deep breath, thinks of all the innocent people that were slaughtered back in the village and enters the portal. To be met by the tunnels of the Netherbreds.