Dear Zeake,
I am very much looking forward to what you call the adventure that will change my life. I don't know what you are talking about, but I know I will like it, as you say it will have danger and challenges. I cannot wait until you arrive.
Your friend,
Elijah
Elijah was a dreamer. He always dreamt of being somewhere else, during studies, during festivities, during daily life. He wanted to see the world, see what was beyond the fields and gardens of his village. The rest of the men at his village love home, and do not travel much. If they are traveling, it is homeward bound, wherever it takes them. But Elijah was different. He wanted adventure, challenge, he wanted out of the confinement of his village. He always thought he was trapped, even though his village spread for a few miles. He wanted to explore places no one knew existed, to find what no one knew they could find. To get out of his village, and go on a quest, something that will have his call, something that will cure him of his need to see the world. He did not believe that he could be cured of his curiousness. He didn't want to be cured of it.
Zeake was his old friend, who would always tell him of the adventures he had been through, one should say. He had traveled across the world, three times some say, and always lived to tell the tale. Most of his tales people thought he was lying, they couldn't be true. Elijah always believed him though. Zeake could always turn to Elijah, and Elijah would never turn him down. Zeake wasn't around very much any more. Elijah never suspected anything, until one night.
That one night, Zeake sent a messenger to him and told him that he was in for the adventure of his life. Elijah, always wanting adventure, could not turn it down. It was in his blood, his soul to go on this adventure. It might be that it was his first adventure that made him feel this way. He always dreamed, no fantasized that someone or something came to him home, in the quiet village of Stretting, and asked him on a daring, brave adventure that will bring pride to Stretting. He thought he knew exactly what he would feel, but now it was different. This was not what he had expected would happen, in that fair spring day.
~
Elijah was going out of his quiet home to get the mail out of the ordinary mailbox a few feet away from his front door. As he stepped out of the door, he thought to himself that today was different somehow. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was different. Maybe, just maybe, he had heard the padding of silent feet on the other side of his land, or that the dew had not settled just right. But something was different. And he didn't know what.
He was walking across the lawn and he heard something coming. He immediately ran back into his home, and he looked out his window. What he saw was a man, on a black steed, coming down the road. He stopped in font of his home. He looked at it a puzzled.
"Elijah! Elijah! Is this the home of Elijah?" he yelled at the house. Elijah didn't know how to respond and then, and then he had the thought that maybe his dreams have come true. Maybe he had been called on an adventure.
He got up and walked towards the door, not making a sound that could have been heard by the stranger. He crept slowly, he feared the stranger, his sword was not with him.
"Elijah! I am a friend of Zeake! He has sent me to you! He needs you!" the stranger yelled at the home, and pondered if he was home. When Elijah heard this, he ran towards the door and pushed it open with his arm as he ran out to the stranger. Anything, any mumble, that had something to do with Zeake, he ran to it. He missed him so much; he just needed to see him again.
"Zeake has sent you?" he asked the stranger as he came to him, almost out of breath. It sounded so good to him, he just wanted to make sure it was real. He thought this was a dream.
"Yes, Zeake has sent me and he wants you to go with him on an adventure into deep peril. He knows you will not refuse the job," said the stranger with a slight smile. It seems that he had known Elijah's heart as well. "He wants you to right back to him immediately. The mail will take less time than sending it with me. If you were to go, nothing would be ready, he does not know the arrangements."
"How do I know that I can trust you stranger?" Elijah asked him. He was always weary of strangers; he did not like the look of this one. It looks like he had evil dealings, if one was to judge. But this judgment could vary to fighting against evil, or for it. It sort of looked like he had come from a battle, and that never looks good if you are judged.
"How do you know to trust me? I am Ryan the youngest son of old David Halliway himself. One would think that you could trust a Halliway, one would?" he said with a smile, not an evil smile, but not a welcoming one. The stranger then got off of his steed and walked towards Elijah. If you saw this, you would laugh. Elijah wasn't all that tall, in fact, sort of short. He was only four feet, ten inches tall, as Ryan Halliway was at least seven feet tall. In fact, I'm about to fall down on the ground and roll with laughter.
Ryan handed him an envelope addressed to him in blood red ink, a trademark of Zeake's. It seemed to be written in haste rather than carefully as Zeake usually writes. This startled Elijah slightly as he looked back up to Ryan and took the envelope (keyword: up). He glared at it, not sure it was from Zeake.
"Are you not going to read it?" Ryan asked the short Elijah. Elijah opened the envelope and looked at the letter, which was more carefully written. He read it to himself, but as a summary, it asked him to brave danger and go into deep peril for a very, very worthy cause. Elijah couldn't resist.
He looked back up at Ryan. "Of course I'll go!" he shouted at him. This made the stranger with a queer smile. Ryan walked back over to his horse and began to mount it as Elijah ran back to his home and wrote a response. It was scribbled, but still legible.
Elijah ran back outside to see that Ryan and his steed were not there. He began to look around, still not finding him. He sighed and spoke to himself, "Never trust a Halliway to stick around,"
"And why not?" Ryan asked him. Elijah jumped a few feet into the air. "Come on, we have a long way to ride. I think this will be a good surprise for Zeake, instead of sending the reply with me, you can hand it to him yourself."
"Don't do that!" he said and got a little mad at him for scaring him. Ok, ok, startling him. Short people can be so picky, you know?
"Do you have a horse?" Ryan asked him. Elijah nodded and walked around his home to a stable where his one horse, Casey, was kept. He started to put the saddle on him when Ryan came in. He finished and mounted him. He followed Ryan out of the stable and onto the road, the road to Zeake, the road to adventure, challenge, peril. Elijah's road.
I am very much looking forward to what you call the adventure that will change my life. I don't know what you are talking about, but I know I will like it, as you say it will have danger and challenges. I cannot wait until you arrive.
Your friend,
Elijah
Elijah was a dreamer. He always dreamt of being somewhere else, during studies, during festivities, during daily life. He wanted to see the world, see what was beyond the fields and gardens of his village. The rest of the men at his village love home, and do not travel much. If they are traveling, it is homeward bound, wherever it takes them. But Elijah was different. He wanted adventure, challenge, he wanted out of the confinement of his village. He always thought he was trapped, even though his village spread for a few miles. He wanted to explore places no one knew existed, to find what no one knew they could find. To get out of his village, and go on a quest, something that will have his call, something that will cure him of his need to see the world. He did not believe that he could be cured of his curiousness. He didn't want to be cured of it.
Zeake was his old friend, who would always tell him of the adventures he had been through, one should say. He had traveled across the world, three times some say, and always lived to tell the tale. Most of his tales people thought he was lying, they couldn't be true. Elijah always believed him though. Zeake could always turn to Elijah, and Elijah would never turn him down. Zeake wasn't around very much any more. Elijah never suspected anything, until one night.
That one night, Zeake sent a messenger to him and told him that he was in for the adventure of his life. Elijah, always wanting adventure, could not turn it down. It was in his blood, his soul to go on this adventure. It might be that it was his first adventure that made him feel this way. He always dreamed, no fantasized that someone or something came to him home, in the quiet village of Stretting, and asked him on a daring, brave adventure that will bring pride to Stretting. He thought he knew exactly what he would feel, but now it was different. This was not what he had expected would happen, in that fair spring day.
~
Elijah was going out of his quiet home to get the mail out of the ordinary mailbox a few feet away from his front door. As he stepped out of the door, he thought to himself that today was different somehow. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was different. Maybe, just maybe, he had heard the padding of silent feet on the other side of his land, or that the dew had not settled just right. But something was different. And he didn't know what.
He was walking across the lawn and he heard something coming. He immediately ran back into his home, and he looked out his window. What he saw was a man, on a black steed, coming down the road. He stopped in font of his home. He looked at it a puzzled.
"Elijah! Elijah! Is this the home of Elijah?" he yelled at the house. Elijah didn't know how to respond and then, and then he had the thought that maybe his dreams have come true. Maybe he had been called on an adventure.
He got up and walked towards the door, not making a sound that could have been heard by the stranger. He crept slowly, he feared the stranger, his sword was not with him.
"Elijah! I am a friend of Zeake! He has sent me to you! He needs you!" the stranger yelled at the home, and pondered if he was home. When Elijah heard this, he ran towards the door and pushed it open with his arm as he ran out to the stranger. Anything, any mumble, that had something to do with Zeake, he ran to it. He missed him so much; he just needed to see him again.
"Zeake has sent you?" he asked the stranger as he came to him, almost out of breath. It sounded so good to him, he just wanted to make sure it was real. He thought this was a dream.
"Yes, Zeake has sent me and he wants you to go with him on an adventure into deep peril. He knows you will not refuse the job," said the stranger with a slight smile. It seems that he had known Elijah's heart as well. "He wants you to right back to him immediately. The mail will take less time than sending it with me. If you were to go, nothing would be ready, he does not know the arrangements."
"How do I know that I can trust you stranger?" Elijah asked him. He was always weary of strangers; he did not like the look of this one. It looks like he had evil dealings, if one was to judge. But this judgment could vary to fighting against evil, or for it. It sort of looked like he had come from a battle, and that never looks good if you are judged.
"How do you know to trust me? I am Ryan the youngest son of old David Halliway himself. One would think that you could trust a Halliway, one would?" he said with a smile, not an evil smile, but not a welcoming one. The stranger then got off of his steed and walked towards Elijah. If you saw this, you would laugh. Elijah wasn't all that tall, in fact, sort of short. He was only four feet, ten inches tall, as Ryan Halliway was at least seven feet tall. In fact, I'm about to fall down on the ground and roll with laughter.
Ryan handed him an envelope addressed to him in blood red ink, a trademark of Zeake's. It seemed to be written in haste rather than carefully as Zeake usually writes. This startled Elijah slightly as he looked back up to Ryan and took the envelope (keyword: up). He glared at it, not sure it was from Zeake.
"Are you not going to read it?" Ryan asked the short Elijah. Elijah opened the envelope and looked at the letter, which was more carefully written. He read it to himself, but as a summary, it asked him to brave danger and go into deep peril for a very, very worthy cause. Elijah couldn't resist.
He looked back up at Ryan. "Of course I'll go!" he shouted at him. This made the stranger with a queer smile. Ryan walked back over to his horse and began to mount it as Elijah ran back to his home and wrote a response. It was scribbled, but still legible.
Elijah ran back outside to see that Ryan and his steed were not there. He began to look around, still not finding him. He sighed and spoke to himself, "Never trust a Halliway to stick around,"
"And why not?" Ryan asked him. Elijah jumped a few feet into the air. "Come on, we have a long way to ride. I think this will be a good surprise for Zeake, instead of sending the reply with me, you can hand it to him yourself."
"Don't do that!" he said and got a little mad at him for scaring him. Ok, ok, startling him. Short people can be so picky, you know?
"Do you have a horse?" Ryan asked him. Elijah nodded and walked around his home to a stable where his one horse, Casey, was kept. He started to put the saddle on him when Ryan came in. He finished and mounted him. He followed Ryan out of the stable and onto the road, the road to Zeake, the road to adventure, challenge, peril. Elijah's road.