Chapter 1: "A House Divided..."(The first Chapter to my first story outside of school)
"Damn Bugs", yelled Fleur as she swatted violently and brought them to their crunchy demise and occassionally smaking one or two in to the fire that kept the stone hut warm. Disrupted by her rants(for the fourth time this evening),Faeran shouted in retort " I'm actually preparing our son" he drifts off(just for a second)as he remembers how painful the burden of bearing a son actually was to a person of that caliber,an adventurer "for something of importance, mind you!".Faeran the Fast they called him and compared to his son who was a goulash of mediocrity, seasoned with normality, and destined to soon spoil and rot if not kept well.
"Like what?" she replied, almost instantaneously."Teaching your son to read,"his voice raising into a volume something much like his battle cries that Akren, the son of Faeran,has heard only in stories"SO WHEN HE'S MAN ENOUGH TO TRAVEL TO THE CAPITAL CITY OF KAIRODYL TO TRADE HE WON' BE CHEATED OUT OF THE ABUNDANCE OF WEALTH THAT TRAVELS THROUGH THIS HOUSE!"
He was standing now, face red and blood pumping,with the oak stool that once supported his still heroic frame,frozen, just inches from Fleur, propelled by the very arms that carved until that point the silhouette of a bearded man in a long robe remained unnoticed by the the door frame was the village sorcerer, Magnus.
He approched Fleur,brow furrowed and staff in hand"Laurel wood, you know" he grinned,perhaps amused by such a trivial quarrel,",is known for its magical properties such as my staff and suprisingly enough that stool" he approaches the stool and places his hand under one of it's four sturdy legs and the lower portions of each leg snaps off as if cut with a precision tool by a skilled craftsman in a meticulous manner."What're ya doin' here Magnus?"asked Faeran "I'm meant to keep the peace within this vilage and we all know there a plethora of prob..."he was interupted by an angered Faeran"You have no right to intrude in my home,and let meh make this cl..." he continued to talk but remained unheard by everyone, save himself "You know, It's very rude to interrupt me and also foolish". He approched Akren swiftly,while Faeran was still mouthing his rants toward the empty spot in which Magnus was once found, handing him three of the four sticks that were once part of the stool that is now laying on the ground at Fleur's feet "they're called wishing sticks, just name what you desire, close your eyes, then hold it to your lips"Akren nodded in then advanced back towards Fleur handed her the one stick that dipped her head indicating that she already knew how it worked.
He returned to his original position and replicated his stance,imposing but inviting, before he allowed Faeran's lecture to continue at an audible was still unaware of Magnus's actions even as his harangue met its long awaited end."so you need to get your arse out of my house."Head facing down he pointed towards the door which was just behind left with out a word just a soft cough as he passed the rectangular doorway with the round top.
Akren approached the ladder,found opposite of the fireplace that brings him to his delivered himself up the ladder traversed the rungs closed in on his bed ,which consisted of hay covered in game hide, he leaped through the air nearly banging his head on the wood frame that supported the mud and clay had completely dissmissed the fact that he is growing up and his height may soon prevent him from doing that thoughts were focused on his three wishes he had and how he must use them pondered deeply on what to do as he held the large sliver in his hand he lowered his head closed his eyes whispered a single word that will forever change his life.