A Story of Grandfather
Introduction
I remember grandfather for his smile, the way he tousled my hair, but mostly I remember the stories. Grandfather had so many adventures, each more different and exciting than the last. My grandfather was an explorer, a traveler, an adventurer. Grandfather's adventures take place before the meteor crashed into Mount Vellenge, and the miasma sprung from the dark places to cover the world. It took place when the Lilties were in charge of the world and their soldiers kept the roads safe from monsters. The adventure took place in the deepest caves and largest plains. In haunted ruins and twinkling forests, my grandfather walked. His only tool was a wooden cane that he kept on him at all times and used to defend himself. His garb was simple leather made for traveling and a hat to keep the sun out of his eyes and the rain off his face.
I have decided to write the stories of his travels down.
((A/N: Stories takes place before the crystal chronicles. Will be updated slowly... forgive me for that. Please feel free to rant, rave , yell at me, or call me awesome at your leisure.))