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Okay for the first chapter of my first story, so please go easy on me.
Especially since I am trying to make chapter have the character shrouded in mystery for moment so please bare with me while I try to build the suspense (even though you all probably see right though it but the best way for me to learn it is to try to do it I guess so here I go)
Also to correct an error for one of Irma's classes its Ranger not Fighter for her first class
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Chapter 1: Life of the Shunned One
Near the Elvin/Human boarder, the town very plainly called Traders Central was doing business as they normally do for early spring. They were being flooded with fish brought in from the western fishing villages along the coast, as well as meat, furs, wood, stone, raw ore and other such things being brought from the surrounding areas, which would be needed for the new season.
Though not everyone was focused getting what they needed for the season, more like getting what was needed to survive the day.
In the shadows of a nearby bakery was a cloaked figure, the darkness making impossible to tell the gender of unknown person. Judging from the height though, whoever it was about 12 or so years old.
Because of the tattered but dark cloak the young person wore along with the shadows, no one noticed the figure. Even if they did, with the cloak closed up and hood pulled up, the only thing they would see were the person's feet, which were wrapped in strips of cloth instead of having shoes. But if some could see all that, it would defeat the purpose of staying hidden now would it?
The moment the cloaked person was waiting for was close at hand and judging from the smell they were detecting, it was fresh bread for breakfast today, so long as they were not caught. Being caught would lead something that would make the mysteries person wish for death, knowing from past experience how people enjoyed getting their revenge.
The cloaked figure soon hears a tray being placed down of on windowsill and the steps of the baker leaving to do their next task; this signaled the cloaked person to move in and grab the precious food before the baker noticed.
In one bony hand was a gray sack, while the other was darting across the tray, throwing in the large number of bread rolls that lay on it. With expert skill and speed only a Rouge could surpass, the figure did not care that the hot items burned the hand that grabbing them and sack was quickly filled.
The figure then quickly escaped into the back ally paths, hearing an angry yell of in the distance, but it was too far away to much concern for the cloaked one, who kept going full pace to a place where the newly gained meal could be enjoyed.
15 minute later in the less cared for section the trading town; the cloaked person entered a small rundown house, just big enough two people to live in back when it was in good condition. Now though, most the roof was gone, making even the beggars and homeless would not stay in it unless you knew what the cloaked person knew.
In one corner of the falling apart house, the cloaked person slipped through an opening between two large sections of roof that had fallen over the spot leaving gap just big enough for the cloaked one to get through. Once in the sheltered spot, the figure opened a hidden door in the floor and climbed down the ladder that it hidden under the door. The figure then bit onto the sack so free one hand to close the hidden door again, while holding onto the ladder with the other, then climbed down said ladder.
Once at the bottom, the person opened one final door that lead into room hidden well beneath the ruined house above. This was where the mysteries person could finally remove the hood of the cloak that hid their face, which reveal a young girl with short red hair and brown colored eyes. But the most eye attracting feature was the two slightly pointed ears that marked her as a half-elf.
This was the reason she had to wear the cloak and steal food like a common thief, because they never would let her buy anything, even if she had the money for it. But that would not be a problem for much longer if her plan worked.
She removed her cloak to show what she considered clothing, which was a tattered pair of gray pants, which barely covered anything below her knees, and a worn gray tunic that she managed to get in one her searches through people's garbage were she got all of her non stolen items.
She then made her way to a small wood table and placed the sack of bread rolls onto, it next to an old clay jug full of water. She then sat on stool next to the table and enjoyed some of her stolen bounty with the fresh water she got very early that morning.
The rest of the room was rather simple and barren, besides the table and stool there was only a small and crudely made bed off to the side, five feet from a large hole in the earthy wall of the room, all of which along with a few tools had been here when she found the place when trying to find shelter and a safe place to rest for the night.
Though it did give her the rare place that could truly be called a safe haven for her to go to, it more importantly provided with her the chance to do little project that may lead her to a better life. The location of this house was near the south end of the town, which meant all she had to was finish something had been started long before when she found this place; a tunnel to the other side the of city wall and into the territory of the Elves.
It had been started by two men who wanted to smuggle rare and magical creatures through it, without having to risk being stopped by local lord's guards. But when they were caught, along several others who were going to along with plan, they had not been able to finish the project. The good news for her though, the guards never found this place, even though they had the ones who built it.
The reason she knew all this was because of the news about the capture of those men, the rumors of the tunnel and the fact those men had notes left behind for others who were most likely apart of the plan, but were among those caught by guard. This left the red headed half breed to do the rest of work herself, but she had been working two months now and was hoping the end was near.
After finishing her meal, the half elf went over to the large hole and just inside where mining picks and shovels with a strange compasses on each of them.
The compasses were different than the normal kind because they did not point north; they pointed a specific place or this case, an arcane mark.
This was to make sure the tunnel was dug in the right direction or that's what the half elf guessed from what she could read of the notes, since her reading skills were rather limited, even if the notes were written rather simply to most likely avoid confusion for other diggers.
Now the idea digging a tunnel to go some were may seem a bit pointless when there was gate that would much easier to walk through. But the problem was that guards would make sure she most likely crawl away battered and bruised like the last few times she tried to walk through or sneak passed them.
This tunnel would be her best chance avoid this fate and find out if the rumors where true that while the elves did not go out of their way to help Half=Elves, they at least let them live in tree city of the Elvin people for those few Half -Elves who make it into their borders.
Perhaps then she would be finally find a home and people to call her by her name, which was Will, the name she barely remembered having because of being called half breed, monster or freak all the time.
"Well…" she said to herself, as she picked up a shovel made the long walk to end of incomplete tunnel, "Let's see if today will be the day I find out."
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Okay First chapter done and all I can say is this: I never realized how much work a story was until I tried writing one. So to Mirai No Dinurs, Sokai and any other authors reading this I salute you for all your hard work (Okay that sounded corny but you probably get the idea)