Red leaves scattered the lane of dull dirt. They lay haplessly all around, destined to be trodden down by leather boots and wooden wheels. They remained still full of the vigor once used to use to clinging to the branches in the cold mountain wind. Now they only lay, delivering a satisfying crunch as a remembrance of an exuberant life lived much too shortly.
His fist clutched his catch tighter. He strode with intent, arms swaying in time with his far reaching legs. His blue eyes were blown wide with excitement; they were locked forward and never betrayed their target. The small upturn of his lips and his flash of stark white teeth gave way to his vivaciousness no more than his quick pace and heavily beating heart did.
He treaded on light feet down the curved lane, under the empty trees, near the wooden fence marking nothing in particular, and past the rows of golden glowing wheat.
Leaves crunched, snapped, and shattered under his large, black boots. The mail clutching his shoulders clinked and the buckles holding together clicked along with his eager tromp.
He clutched his catch tighter.
Three pheasants!How lucky I am!And on such a cold morning as this! He thought; head dipping lower and straw hair shifting over, to gaze upon his catch held even tighter in his fist. His mouth twitched upwards to complement his now wider, more fervent eyes. He averted his gaze back to the task at hand
I must get it back home. So much food to be shared and I am the one to deliver it!
His eyes jumped up to meet the sight of the large dark manor coming into view. Its size impressive and its dark wood felled from trees far mightier than any he'd seen before. A carving of a lion, painted over in the same red as the leaves, on the door was all that made it stand out from the dark, bare trees looming over the house.
Such a place would look far more endearing if on the flats.The man thought, stopping his walk to gaze around him. These mountains serve to box one's self in.If only my house could preside from the top that mountain instead?It could reach to the clouds and I could see all that's under!A smile graced his face as he stood glancing to the nearby mountains peak sparsely hidden in the blue and yellow mist of the frosty morning air. "Can't climb a mountain in the mist." he breathed out, mouth twitching downwards, only to be brought back up again with a sight of his catch hanging loosely from his hand.
He gripped his catch tight and bounded up to his steps, leaves crunching under each footfall. He jumped up, took two steps at a time, and grabbed the door handle harshly to swing it open as he called out "NORGE! I BROUGHT FOOD! LOTS OF IT TOO!"
Authors Note(s): This is my first fan fiction to ever be actually thought over, figured out, and written. I am unaware if I have broken any fan fiction laws and if I have, or if I've upset any grammar Nazis, please inform me of this!
As to the story itself, I swear it's going to get better. I know (somewhat) where it's going and this is just my way of getting it there. I swear I only sometimes intend to be vague
Well then, carry on!