Chapter 1
Izhera walked along a dirt road. Her skirt tinkling with the chilers at the wast and hem. Her long silver braid gently swaying with her walk. She was about a good two days walk from Plairis, the capital of Asturia. She looked over her shoulder, trying to see if there was a wagon or something coming. There wasn't any. She looked at the long road ahead of her, she has heading into a forest, the sun setting at her back. She walked into the woods, as night moved across the road. She glanced around looking of a strong tree branch or dines bush. She saw a bush, and checked it for living things. None. She glanced around again. Her large greed gold eyes catching the moon light that trickled tough the trees, making her look fox like. She crawled under the bush, curled into a ball, and fell asleep.
She woke with the sun, dew fell from leaves as she crawled out of the bush. She looked around her, sunlight dancing through the branches, dew giving every thing a silver shine. Even her skirt and shirt. She smiled stood up and spun in a small circle sending water droplets flying. Her started to walk again, at least there was shade. She hoped that the forest was large, and long. If it was she would have shade at noon and shelter that night. And if it wasn't than she'd have to stay at an inn, if there was one. A few hours later, the sound of wheels is heard through out the forest as a carriage. Izhera stops, listening. "Who would be heading through a forest, heading away from Asturia?" she muses out loud. She watches the road, nothing was coming from Asturia. She glances over her shoulder seeing the carriage. It was a fine piece of work. It wasn't huge, but it had more than enough room for four with room to spare. It was pulled by two gray 'horses'. She turned hips off set, watching the carriage come closer. The driver stops the carriage. She takes a few steps back. Watching the carriage door. It opens and a young man in his late teen early twenties steps out. His face is kind, his eyes trusting. "Is it normal for a women to walk the roads alone?" he looks at her. Dirty skirt, hair, feet. He looks into her eyes. "Who are you?" She looks away. "It doesn't matter." "Do you need a ride?" He gently reaches out touching her arm. "I can walk." she doesn't pull away. "Please, I insist. You are welcome to ride." "Even if I did, good sir, I wouldn't have any thing to pay you with-- " "I need no pay." he says shaking his head. Her eyes meet his eyes, "Are you sure?" "Yes, but if you don't wish to ride you do not have to." She looks at him again, his hand on her arm, his eyes wanting to help. "Thank you." After a half an hour or so Izhera, asks her 'good sir' his tile. "I am called Lord Tizark. But please just all me Tiz. And what might your name be?" "I am Izhera, dancer for higher." "Really, what brings you here, Izhera?" "I'm on my way to Asturia." "What for?" She looks at him out of the corner of her eye. "A job." "Oh." Night began to fall, Izhera watched the sun set over the now dissent forest, they'd left hours ago. "Do you have a place to sleep for the night?" She looks at him, he was now mostly is shadow, and with the retreat of the sun, his face became shadowed. She answers him warily. "No, no I don't." "I could arrange a room for you at the inn where I'm staying tonight." Izhera doesn't answer, she doesn't know what to say. No man had ever treated her this way with out wanting some thing in return. "What is it that you want?" she asked, her voice suddenly cold. "What?" asked Tizark, staring at her through the darkness. "You heard me." "Nothing. I want nothing." "Than why are you helping me?" He didn't answer, he just laughed. "What are you laughing at?!" "Do you not see, Izhera? I'm cursed." "What type of curse?" "I was once a greedy man, now I have to do 50 good deeds. If you let me get you a room, I will be freed." he looked out the window. "Please Izhera let me help you." She stared at him, "Alright. You may help me." The next morning there was no sing of Tizark, or his carriage.
Izhera walked along a dirt road. Her skirt tinkling with the chilers at the wast and hem. Her long silver braid gently swaying with her walk. She was about a good two days walk from Plairis, the capital of Asturia. She looked over her shoulder, trying to see if there was a wagon or something coming. There wasn't any. She looked at the long road ahead of her, she has heading into a forest, the sun setting at her back. She walked into the woods, as night moved across the road. She glanced around looking of a strong tree branch or dines bush. She saw a bush, and checked it for living things. None. She glanced around again. Her large greed gold eyes catching the moon light that trickled tough the trees, making her look fox like. She crawled under the bush, curled into a ball, and fell asleep.
She woke with the sun, dew fell from leaves as she crawled out of the bush. She looked around her, sunlight dancing through the branches, dew giving every thing a silver shine. Even her skirt and shirt. She smiled stood up and spun in a small circle sending water droplets flying. Her started to walk again, at least there was shade. She hoped that the forest was large, and long. If it was she would have shade at noon and shelter that night. And if it wasn't than she'd have to stay at an inn, if there was one. A few hours later, the sound of wheels is heard through out the forest as a carriage. Izhera stops, listening. "Who would be heading through a forest, heading away from Asturia?" she muses out loud. She watches the road, nothing was coming from Asturia. She glances over her shoulder seeing the carriage. It was a fine piece of work. It wasn't huge, but it had more than enough room for four with room to spare. It was pulled by two gray 'horses'. She turned hips off set, watching the carriage come closer. The driver stops the carriage. She takes a few steps back. Watching the carriage door. It opens and a young man in his late teen early twenties steps out. His face is kind, his eyes trusting. "Is it normal for a women to walk the roads alone?" he looks at her. Dirty skirt, hair, feet. He looks into her eyes. "Who are you?" She looks away. "It doesn't matter." "Do you need a ride?" He gently reaches out touching her arm. "I can walk." she doesn't pull away. "Please, I insist. You are welcome to ride." "Even if I did, good sir, I wouldn't have any thing to pay you with-- " "I need no pay." he says shaking his head. Her eyes meet his eyes, "Are you sure?" "Yes, but if you don't wish to ride you do not have to." She looks at him again, his hand on her arm, his eyes wanting to help. "Thank you." After a half an hour or so Izhera, asks her 'good sir' his tile. "I am called Lord Tizark. But please just all me Tiz. And what might your name be?" "I am Izhera, dancer for higher." "Really, what brings you here, Izhera?" "I'm on my way to Asturia." "What for?" She looks at him out of the corner of her eye. "A job." "Oh." Night began to fall, Izhera watched the sun set over the now dissent forest, they'd left hours ago. "Do you have a place to sleep for the night?" She looks at him, he was now mostly is shadow, and with the retreat of the sun, his face became shadowed. She answers him warily. "No, no I don't." "I could arrange a room for you at the inn where I'm staying tonight." Izhera doesn't answer, she doesn't know what to say. No man had ever treated her this way with out wanting some thing in return. "What is it that you want?" she asked, her voice suddenly cold. "What?" asked Tizark, staring at her through the darkness. "You heard me." "Nothing. I want nothing." "Than why are you helping me?" He didn't answer, he just laughed. "What are you laughing at?!" "Do you not see, Izhera? I'm cursed." "What type of curse?" "I was once a greedy man, now I have to do 50 good deeds. If you let me get you a room, I will be freed." he looked out the window. "Please Izhera let me help you." She stared at him, "Alright. You may help me." The next morning there was no sing of Tizark, or his carriage.