What lies in wait.
Hello, this is just a small idea I came up with, I hope you enjoy!
Chapter one: in which Alfred is introduced and we meet a mysterious man.
Alfred was an average bloke; he was nineteen, was strong but sucked academically. He tried, but every time he picked up a book he itched to run around with the young children in the village.
He lived with his mother in a cottage just on the edge of a wood. It was very dainty, and a little over grown, but Alfred liked it that way. He like the sooty fog that would poor out of the chimney on a cold winters night and the frost that would form on the petals of bluebells that bordered the garden.
He loved his stocky hearty mother with every inch of his heart. He wanted to be there to care for her after the accident. But, with his job at the butchers it was very hard to be with her and provide a stable income. It was a wonder how he managed.
Our story starts on a early spring morning. Alfred was up and getting dressed. He plucked his braces on and threw his jacket over his wide shoulders. He carelessly shouted good day to his mother and stepped out of the wooden door.
He walked the usual way to work- along the forest- and dragged his hand across the bark of any passing tree not unlike a child would. He would often skip a little just to pass the time. He had to walk a ways to get to the heart of the village. His shoes were already starting to get rather damp from the jewel like dew that seemingly hung off every blade of grass.
Half way there was when it happened. The glass bearing idiot tripped over. And like most people that wear specs they fell off his face. He honestly was off in his own little world. He reached out to get his glasses when he heard a rather frightening muffled noise-
"Ge' off o' me"
Alfred was so startled he jumped back a few feet. Quickly he grabbed and put on his glasses and saw the monster in front of him.
He was just a tad smaller than Alfred with lanky arms and legs. Fudge flake freckles adored his milky skin. Orbs of emerald gazed over in anger with a frown of rose petals to match. Straw blond hair grew out in every direction housing some mud and leafs. Eyebrows that a first Alfred had mistaken for caterpillars wriggled into an expression of irate. The young man wore a dark khaki cape over his what seemed to be flamboyant red outfit.
Alfred sat on the mud mouth agape at the fellow in front of him. Never had he seen one so perfect before in his life.
I hope you enjoyed it, I shall try to get the next chapter up soon, but I'm not sure how soon!
