Chapter One: The Dream
It may have been that the Guardian Angels were watching me, guiding me and protecting me. But that still did not stop my many encounters with the Orcs, and rogues. For which, it wasn't too much trouble, as I easy eradicated them. The problem was that so often they were as irritating as the wolves howling at night, when you fall upon your bed to dream & sleep. I settle into a small middle class Inn, the Horses Inn. Ironically, there were no stables to atarm my horse upon a safe place. My eyes scouted for anything that would do for my white horse. Howls and dark demon bats fluttered around with mist beginning to set upon the lands, which I was standing upon. A small part of my glary eyes actually spotted a small stable. I began to make my way to it. As I got closer, it got colder and dark and less noisy. Until silence dropped with only the sound of a hammer to iron. The frosty chill of this country fell upon me, my breath turned to ice as I exhaled the breath, the heavy beating of my heart I felt. The Blue Dark sky. It was unreal. Like a nightmare.
There was an orange glow coming from the stables for which I was heading. As I draw closer a figure started to appear. The face turned to watch me coming towards him. I stopped just before a wooden pillar with my horse, and said to the blacksmith "Would you keep my horse safe for a fee?" The Blacksmith replied, "How much would this fee be? Dear Sire?" The Blacksmith became clear to my eyes in the dark. He had long blonde hair, a truly white complex and sharp eyes. He was an elf. "The fee would be around 2 Bishops that were shaped at the five countries. Would you accept the five countries coinage?" I questioned the Blacksmith Elf "Yes I will," Replied the Elf with acceptance. He continued, "Tie your horse to that pole near the other horse and he will be safe for a long time". With a slight pause he finally said "At the other side of the shop" he said it in a twisted sort of manner, and bending his head over to the left shoulder. I took my horse to stables at the other side of the shop. There was a stable cleared already with fresh hay. I let it in and closed the door. I made my return to the Blacksmith to give him his coinage.
Just as I turned my eyes to look, Goblins! Rushed out from inside the shop. Hundreds of them. Flatting the blacksmith into his red-hot iron. I started to run. They chased, more and more. It was impossible to even dream how you could ever fit an entire goblin army in a tiny blacksmith's shop. But I decided to stop and face them. I made sure that my sword could detect my fear, I was sure it did. It shined in the darkness. The ice breath coming from within my mouth to the air began to become more frequent. I screamed a War Cry, poised my sword towards the middle of the horde and charged. I was heading straight for a goblin, who was holding a spare pointed spear. I was sure that my sword would reach his body first. My sword fell short. I paused. The spear descended upon me. I woke up. I was in the Horse's Inn. I looked outside, and my horse was just below me. The Horses Inn was in the past, a Blacksmiths, but was changed into an Inn also, to generate more income. It did cross my mind that this was a warning to myself to keep on guard and that my sword will not be able to aid me in all situations.
It may have been that the Guardian Angels were watching me, guiding me and protecting me. But that still did not stop my many encounters with the Orcs, and rogues. For which, it wasn't too much trouble, as I easy eradicated them. The problem was that so often they were as irritating as the wolves howling at night, when you fall upon your bed to dream & sleep. I settle into a small middle class Inn, the Horses Inn. Ironically, there were no stables to atarm my horse upon a safe place. My eyes scouted for anything that would do for my white horse. Howls and dark demon bats fluttered around with mist beginning to set upon the lands, which I was standing upon. A small part of my glary eyes actually spotted a small stable. I began to make my way to it. As I got closer, it got colder and dark and less noisy. Until silence dropped with only the sound of a hammer to iron. The frosty chill of this country fell upon me, my breath turned to ice as I exhaled the breath, the heavy beating of my heart I felt. The Blue Dark sky. It was unreal. Like a nightmare.
There was an orange glow coming from the stables for which I was heading. As I draw closer a figure started to appear. The face turned to watch me coming towards him. I stopped just before a wooden pillar with my horse, and said to the blacksmith "Would you keep my horse safe for a fee?" The Blacksmith replied, "How much would this fee be? Dear Sire?" The Blacksmith became clear to my eyes in the dark. He had long blonde hair, a truly white complex and sharp eyes. He was an elf. "The fee would be around 2 Bishops that were shaped at the five countries. Would you accept the five countries coinage?" I questioned the Blacksmith Elf "Yes I will," Replied the Elf with acceptance. He continued, "Tie your horse to that pole near the other horse and he will be safe for a long time". With a slight pause he finally said "At the other side of the shop" he said it in a twisted sort of manner, and bending his head over to the left shoulder. I took my horse to stables at the other side of the shop. There was a stable cleared already with fresh hay. I let it in and closed the door. I made my return to the Blacksmith to give him his coinage.
Just as I turned my eyes to look, Goblins! Rushed out from inside the shop. Hundreds of them. Flatting the blacksmith into his red-hot iron. I started to run. They chased, more and more. It was impossible to even dream how you could ever fit an entire goblin army in a tiny blacksmith's shop. But I decided to stop and face them. I made sure that my sword could detect my fear, I was sure it did. It shined in the darkness. The ice breath coming from within my mouth to the air began to become more frequent. I screamed a War Cry, poised my sword towards the middle of the horde and charged. I was heading straight for a goblin, who was holding a spare pointed spear. I was sure that my sword would reach his body first. My sword fell short. I paused. The spear descended upon me. I woke up. I was in the Horse's Inn. I looked outside, and my horse was just below me. The Horses Inn was in the past, a Blacksmiths, but was changed into an Inn also, to generate more income. It did cross my mind that this was a warning to myself to keep on guard and that my sword will not be able to aid me in all situations.