Chapter I
It was raining heavily, and a fire was cackling away delightfully in the fireplace. Sitting in a rocking chair in front of that fire place was a young Human, a boy of about 19 years of age. He rocked slowly, the dim light of the fire illuminating his features between the flashes of lightening outside.
He was reflecting on his past. It was only a year ago he had moved out of his home, in his village 18 was the proper age to move out. He had no siblings, and both his parents had left for the capital city, Hitashi, not long ago. So now he was out in his small village he had always lived in alone, in his tiny, one roomed hut.
He kept his small dwelling tidy as he could, which wasn't hard considering he didn't keep much. A small bed to the right of the fire place, a ladle and pot for cooking food, and a wardrobe with a few changes of clothing as well as his hunting gear, which was fashioned for a light yet tough leather. Leaning against that wardrobe was the bow he had been trained to use as a child, and a full quiver of arrows.
Nature provided everything else he needed. A small stream ran by his humble house, and there was enough animal life and vegetation in the surrounding woodlands to provide food. He led a simple life, and he was fine with how it went. The only thing that bothered him was the loneliness.
The boy, whose name was Henry Malvitz, quickly pushed the feeling of loneliness from his mind with a shake of his head. He got up and walked across to his bed, picking up his copy of "Prophecies of the Dawn of Ages: Book I." The writings of ancient priests always interested him, the prophecies more than any others. It was the year 154, early in the year, though he wasn't sure what day exactly. It always seemed odd to him that none of these prophecies had yet happened. But the more he read them, the more convinced he was they would come soon.
He could remember, it was just 10 years ago that Hitashi was built and the lands united. He had decided that this was what the prophecy referred to as "when tamed is the land," thus, all the more reason to believe he was living in an age of wonders. No one believed him though, he was alone in his interpretations. He tossed the book aside and went to put out the fire with a reserve of water he had in his pot.
When the fire was out, he crossed the room and climbed slowly into bed. It had been raining all day, and it seemed it would keep up through the night. Sighing, he rolled over and closed his eyes. The words of the prophets rolled through his mind and he drifted off to sleep.
Thunder boomed far away outside as Henry Malvitz dozed peacefully. Off in the woods, three hunched figures glanced at the sky with the sound of the thunder, then continued on towards Henry's small village.
((Short, just a bit of character introduction. Also, very horribly written, and I promise the rest will be better.))