Nictin was walking down the streets of the town market looking for a few items his mom wanted to sell at her little shop. When your father is a warrior it is hard to make ends meet with money. He became bored easily and took a rest in the shade. He was awoken when he felt a sting come from his face. He jumped up and felt his lip bleeding then he felt another sudden pain come from his side. He was being pegged at. He looked into the distant to see a group of halflings flinging rocks at him. Leading them was Grenall. "You cheated me McFiddle and made me look like a idiot come here and get what ye deserve!" He screamed as he flinged a rock that flashed past Nictin's head ad into a fruit stand spilling its food on to the ground. There where three of them and Nictin knew he had little chance if he tried fighting so he tried to dodge the rocks. He jumped back and forth looking for some aid but people just looked on mesmerized by the fight or felt they were to busy to save him. Finally Grenall screamed and lunged toward Nictin who in a late reaction somersaulted on top of a stand. He was still being pelted by the other two halflings and he had bruises all over him. "Come down here McFiddle!" Grenall barked and he jumped up and grabbed onto the stand. Nictin climbed up word wearily to the rooftop. He heard the merchants below screaming at him to get off their shop. Grenall finally got himself up the shop and grinned evilly at Nictin. Thinking quickly Nictin glanced toward the next building. He thought he could make it and made a running leap. He just made it to the ledge but he lost his balance when a rock pegged his hand. He screamed in agony and used all his energy to pull him self up. He dragged him self to the house's chimney and breathed heavily. The rocks couldn't nail him from where he was sitting and Grenall seemed to measuring the length of the two houses. He smirked at Nictin backed up and jumped. He didn't make it and fell two stories into a well- placed manure pile. Nictin made a silent cheer then look to see the other two halflings climbing up the side of the building he was on. "Uh oh" Nictin gulped and got up. He looked around for some kind of escape and finally found a rather risky one. He could risk making a leap for the pond by the dock but if he didn't make it he had a good chance of breaking every bone in his body. Seeing that Grenall was now out of the manure and on his way up the building Nictin, made his choice and leaped. He made it by mere inches and took a sigh of relief as he emerged him self in the water. He made his way swimming underwater to a small waterfall where he knew a ledge to be behind it. He herd a splash behind him and he knew he had to hurry. On the other side of the waterfall entrance was a small path leading to the Misty Thicket. However Nictin knew what his mother would think if he even dared going past the doors of Rivervale unprotected by his brother or an adult. But in this case he didn't have much of a choice. Nictin climbed on to the water ledge and saw that Grenall was catching on him fast. Why me? Thought Nictin, Why did a person have to levitate Grenall when I was fighting him? He made his way to the path where he glanced to see Fydlin sleeping with a bottle of whisky on it. Nictin rolled his eyes as he ran past him and into the misty thicket. It wasn't the terrain that was dangerous in Misty but rather the creatures that proceeded within it. Goblins, bixies, wolves, rats, bats and bears all called the Thicket their home and weren't to kind to small halflings trespassers. Nictin saw Malcolm as he ran and grabbed his arm. "Help." He gasp. "Grenall." Malcolm looked behind him to see the three on their tail "Hew boy Nic you had to cheat didn't you?" Nictin ran on "I .didn't cheat!" The two stopped finally on the brink of passing out Grenall walked toward them and all five of the halflings stood in a circular formation catching their breath. "Finally" smiled Grenall. "You're a hard one to catch McFiddle. Then he with drew a sword." "One jab to your side should repay for what you did." He trudged toward Nictin. "I didn't cheat Grenall!" Nictin screamed panicked. Malcolm glowered at the enraged halfling "Your sick Grenall." Grenall smiled "Your next." Malcolm whimpered and walked backward. "Oh I don't think so." A voice came from above them. There sat Fydlin with his whisky bottle and a pipe being puffed from his mouth. Grenall stood jaw dropped "How did.you get here before us?" He blinked "I saw you drunk on the waterfall pass sleeping!" Fydlin chuckled and withdrew his piercer. "Things aren't always what they appear to be." He grinned. Grenall gasped "You're a .rogue?!" Fydlin nodded and grinned showing his crooked smile. Grenall gripped hard on to his sword. However in the blink of an eye Fydlin swept it from his hands and Grenall looked at him dumbfounded. "Now get out of my sight, you and your little grunts here. The two other halflings looked at him and nodded stimulatory, however Grenall stood stone cold. "Do you here me Grenall?" Fydlin asked. Grenall tried to speak "Be. Behind you." Fydlin quickly glanced and saw a large black wolf walking toward them. All of the halflings turned and began to trudge backward. The wolf was growling loudly and foam was spewing from its mouth. It's eyes where a blood red and its teeth seemed sharp as Fydlin's piercer. It snapped at Grenall and he began to scream. "Shut up you fool!" Fydlin whispered and he clasped his hand over his mouth. Grenall's two tag alongs darted away the wolf did not mind. Grenall jumped into a small tree trunk and Fydlin grabbed hold of Malcolm leaping into the tree. However Nictin stood frozen the wolf was focusing on him. Every time it would take a step forward he would take a step back and this continued till Nictin smacked into the tree behind him. He crouched to the ground and covered his head. He was shivering and scared the wolf seems to be breathing on top of him. A last resort came in order to Nictin and he began to beg, "Please.don't hurt me and.go away." He sat there for minutes and then lifted an eye. The wolf was just sitting there no longer glowering but instead calmly looking at Nictin. Nictin rose up and looked into the wolves' eyes which where now at peace and not blood red. "Thank you.whispered Nictin and the wolf trudged of into the forest." Fydlin jumped down from the tree looked at the wolf going into the forest then to Nictin. "Now how the hell did you do that? Are you some kind of druid?" Nictin looked into the forest. "Yeah.I guess so." Grenall departed from the three friends rather sneakily. Fydlin shrugged his disappearance off and walked home with Nictin and Malcolm. "Do you really think I could end up being a druid Fydlin?" Nictin asked. Fydlin chuckled "I was being sarcastic Nic you already know your going to be a warrior. Nictin nodded and put his hands in his pockets trying to rub his sore wounds. Fydlin looked to Nictin "Plus it's the three miracle rule." Malcolm looked confused "The what now?" Fydlin smiled "Well lets look at the facts and things that saved Nictin here." He began "Number one the levitating Grenall that got us in this mess considering it was Nictin who accidentally." He nudged Nictin "Or on purpose performed it on him." "Then there is the wolf that's the two. "Only druids have the ability to communicate with animals and it seemed to know what Nictin as saying or it just lost interest." Fydlin patted Nictin on the shoulder "You have another miracle up your sleeve well then.I would consider it shallow head." Nictin glared at him "Stop it I hate being called that." Fydlin smirked and ran ahead of him. Nictin sat down before he entered Rivervale again and stared into the stars. Three miracles. He thought piece of cake.