AN: Annnnnd done :D Although I'm not particularly happy with this chapter, I haven't updated it in a bit, so I figured this wouldn't be a bad time. I know their kinda short but between school and other things i have going on, I don't have the most free time. Any way enjoy part 2!
PS:I know a lot of things are directly from ADR and go in the exact order of things that happen, and to that, I'm sorry, but I really like ADR, and I don't feel I could stray away from it's amazing story to much.
PSS: I may or may not make a lot of edits to this chapter, there's just something unsatisfying about it to me. If you guys think it's okay, then I suppose it is. Don't forget to leave a review! Hate it, love it? Tell me as long as it's constructive criticism!
The flame kindled itself, dancing gracefully off the oak wood the provided its fuel. The clearing was silent. A few days had gone by, and more huts were built, and as always, we looked for residents to fill them. What were their names? Oh I don't remember, but they were quiet. They followed and obeyed, and as our village grew, a set of jobs were assigned.
Of course her [funny, what was her name?] and I did the majority of the work, but people pitched in, some wood gatherers, others teaching their kids how to wield a weapon and tracking animals. I myself ran the village, and was resting my feet [it's hard work, I deserve to rest! Right?].
Nights go by, people work tirelessly, and sleep is hard to come by. [What mysteries, what horrors and victories lay beyond the quiet forest that sits motionlessly, unaware of my presence?] These questions make my head spin, and my brain feels like a pile of mush, I think it's best I rest. The world slowly fades, and soon I regret sleeping.
The world caves in on me as I awake, I kick away the darkness, only to reveal fire, a campfire in the middle of a clearing. But the fire grows, torches all the homes and kills the people inside. The builder screams at the sight. The fire extinguishes, and a small glow emits hope, hope of what is to come. Under the rubble is a metal circular object, a compass. The healer reveals a ruby locket, and its color fades to a smooth white as I awake from my tremendous nightmare. [But through that nightmare I find hope to move on.]
The world around me fades back in, and I regain my consciences, over me sat the builder, her locket dangling off her chest. She looks worried [about me or my dream?] as I give a reassuring nod to let her know I have a plan.
Hours passed and rations came in. The village hunt was highly successful, so successful that I figured it was best to give the day off to my villagers. In my slumber [how long was I out?] the builder managed to create a store room, which contained all supplies. According to count, we had enough food to last a week. As for wood, the builder kept a steady income, and we never ran out.
[Speaking of wood] I stoked the fire, assuring it stayed going. It almost felt as if it were my duty to continue it. Every time I add logs, the builder shoots me a hopeful smile, even though she seems to be uneasy around me.
The village has about fifteen members, and each and every one enjoyed a long meal of meats and water before prepping for their days off. The food was bland, although it lasted. We created miniature fires around our large bonfire in the center of the clearing to cook the meat. The forest beckoned to me as the flame of the flickered and cast our dark shadows toward it. [We need more wood]. "Nomads." Murmured the builder. "Traders will come. Perhaps we make stands?" She was right, sure enough loot filled nomads came and left the camp, and an economy started.
It was a little something like this, ill trade you meat for wood, or some cloth for blankets. Not a perfect system, but it seemed to make her happy.
Nomads came and left, some offering tough skin for leather, or some soft for blankets. Perhaps some sharp rocks for weapons, or leather? I saw something, something shining in his shop. A circular object, a compass. My jaw drops at the sight of it, I point it, and the nomad slowly approaches me in his fur coat. "That my friend, will cost you eight logs of wood and food to last me a month. It's very rare you know. It points to great riches." The builders eyes grow with worry. Eight of our ten logs were pricy, but I had to have it. I nod and return with the requirements.
[Do I dare dive head first deep into the haunting forest that trails me?] I stoke the fire. She comes to me, sits. The clearing was quiet, the villagers were hunting and collecting wood. [I know I know, I promised a day off. They can work one more day right?] "The journey," she began "will be long. A butchery will suffice." I smile. "But please," she pleads, "don't venture to far. The forest will corrupt you."
[The forest will corrupt me?] I felt nervous and wanted to tremble at her words. Beyond the clearing, and beyond the forest. Is there something out there? It takes her three days before the butchery is complete. The daily routine of collecting wood and hunting continued, preparing me for my journey. The fire dimmed, and I added more logs. The sky seemed to darken, and clouds filled the space in the air. The sun failed to pierce through, and all that provided light was the fire, which I sat motionlessly staring into.
Seventeen people now lived in my village. I put the two new members in the butchery, and they begin to package and preserve meat. I prepared to leave, that is until we heard rustling in the bushes minutes before dinner, and loud snarls left the forest. Giant paws began to trample all of the grass and shrubs in front of it, and it was coming right at me.
TeddyOwl: Thanks man! It was a tough choice to make the main character to not talk, it's extremely difficult to convey thoughts and messages without speech. Although I still am thinking of making him talk at some point, (SPOILER) when he is more corrupt. Anywho I'm really glad you like it and thank you for the review!