CHAPTER ONE
Rays of light wash over the small village of Carnella like a wave crashing back down upon the deeps. New grass slowly pushed it's way through the old starched stalks. A chilling wind blew over the abundant hills. Lush vegetables grew in gardens all over. A child played in the grass beyond the meadow. A chorus of birds sang a solo that told you spring was here. Wheat stalks rustled as a sixteen year old boy made his way through. The stalks snapped back as a released them. He slowly made his way down the hill, and crossed the plain, where wild flowers grew in large quantities. Their fragrance would often overwhelm villagers. Florists would take petals from a swell smelling group of wild flowers, and crush them, to collect the juices to make perfumes. The boy only took a second to enjoy the smells, and beauty before moving on.
The cobble stoned pavement clinked as the metal soles of the boys boots hit against it. A young ladies hair blew in the wind as a sudden gust blew through the narrow alley of the pub. Carnella often got cold winds because they were near a mountain called Yooken. The pub's door opened, and revealed a thick man.
"Gelindo! Mum just stopped bye, and asked for me to tell you that it was your day in the fields. Ave' a nice day!" boomed the deep voice of Gelindo's brother, Marcus. Marcus was and always would be Gelindo's only brother. Over the years, Gelindo and Marcus had become close. They shared a room and would often wrestle. But ever since Marcus had gotten a job at Sam's Pub, the hadn't played much. Every time Gelindo would ask to play, Marcus would say,
"I've got work." Or, "I'm seeing Lily tonight." Gelindo never asked. For his response would be the same. To busy.
Gelindo began to hum to himself as he journeyed home. Lush trees and meadows passed bye him. His muscles already were beginning to ache from walking so far. Sudden thoughts rushed into his head, as he saw a bee buzz softly bye. People may one day fly! Just like a bee. He thought to himself. He was very accustomed to the now dirt road. He'd lost count of how many times he'd walked on it. Going to and fro. It was the only way to get to his favorite place. A large meadow just beyond the hills. When he went there, he would sit down on a tree stump, and relax and think about what tomorrow would bring. Would he see Jeniveede? He loved Jeniveede. She was like his mother. Always watching out for him. Offering dinner to his family. She was the kindest person he knew.
A small dot in the distance told him he was almost home. Alas he would be home, sitting in front of rages flames. Burning whatever they touched. Lapping at against the logs surface. Warming the little shack that Gelindo called home.
As Gelindo came closer to the small hovel, the sweet scent of supper filled his nose. Sweet potatoes and veal would be dinner. The scents made his mouth water. He longed to sink his teeth into a plump piece of his favorite meat.
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