18 =^..^= 18 =^..^= 18 =^..^= 18 =^..^= 18
If you ever happen to stumble across the quaint little village called Mineral Town, you will find it to be a cozy area.
Walking around town, you will find a town square with a beach to the side, many small houses, a library, hospital, supermarket, an inn/ bar, down below are three farms, and a church. Now, lets look at the church.
You walk inside to see a red carpet, pews, stand, doors, and candles. Outside, a tiny path squiggling in a trail beside the church catches your eye. Pushing past the thick grass, you find yourself at a hut in the forest. At the door of the hut, seven elves welcome you.
"Come in, budum!" the red one says. "We are just about to begin our first tea party of the spring, budum!"
The red elf, whose name is Chef, pulls out a tiny chair for you; grateful, you sit down.
Sitting with a tiny cup of tea, Chef starts up a conversation.
"Being the Harvest Sprites, budum, we can tell the future, budum. We see the arrival of one, who will arrive today, budum."
Curious, you listen closely. Chef seems to be drawing you into the telling of this person's future. Chef gets a grin on his face.
"You seem interested, budum. I shall tell you the tale."
Chef sips from his tea and adjusts his red hat. Then he takes a deep breathe, and starts.
18 =^..^= 18 =^..^= 18 =^..^= 18 =^..^= 18
Do you like it? I know that it's short. Review please and remember that this is my first fic. I will be sure that the next chapter is longer. BE PATIENT! I have two projects and a bunch of other homework. Bear with me please. Peace.
If you ever happen to stumble across the quaint little village called Mineral Town, you will find it to be a cozy area.
Walking around town, you will find a town square with a beach to the side, many small houses, a library, hospital, supermarket, an inn/ bar, down below are three farms, and a church. Now, lets look at the church.
You walk inside to see a red carpet, pews, stand, doors, and candles. Outside, a tiny path squiggling in a trail beside the church catches your eye. Pushing past the thick grass, you find yourself at a hut in the forest. At the door of the hut, seven elves welcome you.
"Come in, budum!" the red one says. "We are just about to begin our first tea party of the spring, budum!"
The red elf, whose name is Chef, pulls out a tiny chair for you; grateful, you sit down.
Sitting with a tiny cup of tea, Chef starts up a conversation.
"Being the Harvest Sprites, budum, we can tell the future, budum. We see the arrival of one, who will arrive today, budum."
Curious, you listen closely. Chef seems to be drawing you into the telling of this person's future. Chef gets a grin on his face.
"You seem interested, budum. I shall tell you the tale."
Chef sips from his tea and adjusts his red hat. Then he takes a deep breathe, and starts.
18 =^..^= 18 =^..^= 18 =^..^= 18 =^..^= 18
Do you like it? I know that it's short. Review please and remember that this is my first fic. I will be sure that the next chapter is longer. BE PATIENT! I have two projects and a bunch of other homework. Bear with me please. Peace.