Amateur Author's Notes
Still my first story, but updated. Please leave any suggestions for revision. I'm serious...
Also, as I go around and update the chapters, they will be marked with an '(Update)' at the beginning, for ease of finding. They'll consistent of glaring grammar errors fixes (or at least the ones I can find) and an update to the Amateur's Author's Notes, with the story's lore and such in mind, in case you would like to further immerse yourself into what I've found and inferred. Stay tuned.
A story, you say? Surely you would like a fine blade, in its stead? A pair of boots for the hard road?
No?
Very well, let me fetch the two so they can get the tome.
Quirt? Sithil? Come now, someone needs a good telling.
It's been a while since anyone would request a tale reading, let alone that one… But worry not, I must provide to my valued fellow what is due.
Please, have a seat on the stump, right over there.
Do not be frivolous about the time this may take, the night is still young for a good story.
Ah, there you two are. Give it here.
Say, traveler… Would you like some addleberry tea while you listen to this? I insist; it's on the house.
Let's see, our story starts in this wondrous world, in which you have no doubt. One man and his four-legged friend are mired in the hunt of an infamous creature. They knew that it would soon come to an end, but they'll eventually come to a grim realization that they have much more to do before the pages of history be done with them.
Prologue I
The sun's warmth enveloped the evergreen trees while they whistled in the wind's gentle embrace, and the mild, flowing river teemed with wildlife of all backgrounds and roles. The rays reached the arching crags beside the river, painting it in gradients of a rich orange as it set in the horizon, announcing to the land and its inhabitants the time of day, in which they have seen many a day before, same as ever, just as the hum-drum occupants in this forest like it. Indeed, there are some that would do nothing more than to disturb this tranquility, as it may be in their nature to do so, either by necessity or as a consequence, or for the sheer fact that they can choose to do so.
A rustle in the brush scares off an innocent little rodent looking for her mate, for fear of a ravenous beast looking for a morsel to devour is sure to set any small being off from it and all it may choose to haunt. However, the brave soul that wrestled his way out of the vegetation is one to look towards that which may dare to disturb, setting his sights on none other than one of those whom do as they please, with little regard to the outcome. Unfortunately, There are not many sane minds in this realm that would yearn for a tangle with an Eldwyrm, lest they lose their troublesome noggin. On top of that, who can fight a legendary dragon that has decimated dozens upon dozens of creatures and men that would try their luck against this hierarchy of power set up by none other than these fierce creatures and their kin? Not many, that is without question.
The courageous soul from the greenery scanned the perimeter, sweeping away any leaves and such from his crimson and sable equipment, as even a knight must keep his bearing in shape even in such a location. He found himself in a clearing, the very glade the villagers a few hours away had informed him of. It had the imposing face of a cliff to his left, with the gushing river and setting sun to his right. His target was just up ahead, lying in its den. He eyed the river once more and was reminded of his thirst. An old thought came to him.
"Now, where has he gone off to?" the man in plate muttered with a slight hint of disapproval as he scrutinizes the area around him once more.
Another disturbance in the brush, and instead of a fine stallion befitting of the great man, out came a beige mule wrapped in a dark leather harness and a fine piece of fabric that has a black and red pattern to it and donning the same draconic coat-of-arms on said fabric. He carried a lengthy shield on his back, with a familiar emblem. He also carried in his saddlery many other necessities for the survival of both of them for their journeys.
"There you are!" the knight barked, approaching his trusted mule.
He pets his faithful companion upside the head and reaches into the pouches in the holsters of harness and grasps onto two enchanted glass bottles engraved with a motif that brings gusts of wind to mind. The knight loosened the rich, mahogany-colored corks one by one until two satisfying pops were heard from the containers. The bottles were rushed to the bank of the stream, and with a prolonged dip in the flowing river, the bottles were filled to the brim. The knight set himself down in relief of a journey's wearing hardships. He whistled his mule over after he chugged down the magical energy-bolstering contents of his bottle.
The dragon-slayer downed all the fluid in his container and removed his weighty helm from his short and kempt haired head, then he gazed into the gently flowing water. He had only seen a little more than two decades in life's trials, but already he is marred by wrinkles and other little marks. There was a small spot of dirt and green on his worn face. It was removed promptly with a few dashes of water. Then, something nudges his arm, and he turns to see his brown-furred company with pleading eyes. Chuckling, the knight gives him a few swigs of water at a time until his own bottle is empty. The hunter proceeded to refill the bottles, place them back in their respective pouches, cover up his cranium with metal, and was on his way to continue with his task.
A.A.N.
I think Davion would seem like the proudest of the knights in Dota, beating Chen's zeal and air of contempt for none believers. He's kinda vain, serious about his work and standing, all of that.
Anyway, I still decided against changing the beginning, my point still stands on the first few paragraphs of the actual story being meaningful of the story in some pretentious, symbolic way. It'll make sense later, I'm sure.
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