Chapter 1: The Lake
Tyria, a land filled with mystery. 250 years have past since the ascension of Kormir, the goddess of truth, and the world is in danger once more.
Elder dragons have risen from the depths of the earth to reclaim their past land, causing destruction wherever they pass.
However, my story does not begin with fights of undead and dragons mutating populations. It starts 20 years before these events with a younge boy;
The sun was rising, the streets of Loamhurst were empty. Birds starting cheeping to their natural alarm clock and they inturn, started to wake up other people of the town.
A young boy was one of the first of the humans to wake that faithful day. His name; Jiran. As soon as he woke up, his work began.
Jumping straight out of bed, he got dressed and stepped outside.
Jiran was much like any other Tyrian boy, 13 of age he was attending school whilst doing a weekend job of fishing for the local fish monglers. His hair was blond, his eyes were blue and his face was scruffy. Hands coverd in scars from pricks of a fishing hook and bites from several fish he once caught. He liked these scars, made him feel good at something, something to proove hes done it.
Being Saturday, he ran over to the family shed, he grabbed; his trusty rod, bait, an apple for a snack and his lucky hat. Once all things were in his bag he sprinted for the lake, but little did that this day was going to be the start of a series of events that will change his life forever.
The lake was beautifull as ever. The sun, now fully risen, was being reflected to every edge of the lake. Showing of everything natural peaceness. Fish were swimming, animals were drinking and trees were swaying in the strong breeze.
Jiran dropped his bag and sat down at his usual fishing spot right at the dock. No boats were present which was a bit odd, normally the docks were full of impressive fishing boats. Jarin just assumed that their owners were already out in the far lake.
Ready and waiting, he cast his line out into the water with a small string of meat attached to the hook, the bait.
Jarin waited and waited. But nothing, not one bite. Something was up, normally he would get a bite within the first 10 minutes of casting.
Reeling in his line, he checked that everything was accounted for; the hook, the line, the bait. Yep, everything where there...
"Thats weird..." Jarin said to himself looking down into the lake.
An idea filled his head, 'jump in'. So he did, after taking off his shoes and top, he dived head first to the blue water. It was warm, but felt a bit weird compared to the times his family have been here in the past.
Dunking his head under, he tryed to look around for any life within the lake. Nothing, he couldn't evan see any plants. He swam back up for air and took a another dunk, but this time swimming downward. Again, nothing. Swimming up again, he reached his out for the wooden dock and pulled himself upward out of the warm water. The breeze hit him and made the hair on his arms stand up. It was colder then when he had arrived, the breeze had become alot colder then before.
Looking out into the lake, something was weird. A mist was spreading across the top of the lake quicky. A white, waterly mist. An event Jarin had never witnessed before, and he didnt like it.
Still staring towards the lake, he packed his things back into his bag. He didn't intend to be staying. Everything packed, he turned towards to the path leading back towards Loamhurst.
A man, a strange man was standing there, looking blankly into the lake much like how Jarin was once he saw the mist.
His hair was black, scruffy looking down to his ears. His face was dark and filled with stubble. Eyes were small, but dangeroise. A scar scroll his left cheek seemed to been recently placed there. His body was built, more built then an average man that Jarin had seen. He wore leather armour, shoulder pads, chest plait, trousers, boots and gloves. This man was built to fight. On his back, was a brown bow, nothing special along with arrows. Atleast 15 that Jarin could count. By his hip Jarin could see a hilt, a sword stored. He was definatly ready to fight.
The man was still staring at the mist coming closer and closer towards the bank, Jarin began walking to the path. Once Jarin was around a meter close to the man. The mans line of sight changed and looked straight at Jarin. Looking up and down and had a questionable look on his face.
"Boy, a suggest you run home. You really don't want to be here" The man said in a rough voice.
Jarin agreed with a nod and starting jogging towards the path. He turned around the man was still standing there, looking at Jarin, making sure he was going.
"Good luck" Jarin said to the man, once he said the. The man smiled. Jarin turned a corner, the man was out of his sight.