This story takes place long after the Orcs were defeated. I called it a Wizard's Tale because it's kinda like a Hobbits Tale. Enjoy.
Long ago, in a land far away, there was a ring, which held much power. It could make you disappear, but it also had the power to make all creatures go mad. One very brave Hobbit, Frodo Baggens, destroyed it, but there was one more hero, Sam Wise the Brave. Frodo couldn't have made it to Mordorr without Sam. Anyway, back to the story. We start 7,040 years later in the wizard village. Actually, if it had a lord (of the ring), it could be a kingdom. There were old wizards, young wizards, bearded wizards and wizards with stubble. Some wizards were even babies and some were just hot teenagers boys that tried to impress the girls. Some were known to be strong and brave and some were to get drunk like Dwarfs. Some wore robes and some wore tunics and pants. Some had their own staffs or wands while some had books. Some were still in training and some were pros. But we're not going to focus on those wizards. We're going to look into the life of one very young wizard, who was about 14 years old and small for his age. He wore a gray tunic with black pants and brown boots that you had to tie. His hair was a dark red and his eyes were purple. He wasn't like most of the teenagers in the village. All the boys were crazy, but he was calm, shy and quiet. Everyone else were stronger, but he never really picked up anything other then himself and a magic user's book. He never smiled much and he always was got teased. We start now with him laying on his bed asleep with a book on his face. He was silent and didn't move at all. I looked like he was dead. Once and a while you would hear a little snore if you lived with him. He then stopped snoring. He lifted his hand and moved the book off his face onto a desk next to his bed. He then opened his eyes and sat up. He looked around him and noticed that he forgot to change into his pajamas. He stayed up to long last night reading a book with a brown, leather cover. He got out of bed and looked out his window. It was still dark outside. The sun was barley up and the sky was a dark blue with clouds covering the light of the sky. He stretched and rubbed his eyes. He then walked to the door and grabbed a bag that was small, but could hold a lot. He walked of the room where he was sleeping and quietly closed the door behind him. He walked out into a room with a table, some chairs and a kitchen. He saw a basket of apples and he grabbed one. He then walked to the door and put on his brown boots. He then walked outside closing the door quietly and ran to a hill in the village. The sun was about to make it's beautiful, orange, brightness in the sky. He then sat on the top of the hill on his knees and waited for that sun to shine on his face. He barley blinked as he watched. The sun then made that glow on the boy's pale face. The boy gasped like as if he'd never seen a sunrise before. He slightly smiled as the orange was getting brighter and brighter. He grabbed a notebook and a quill pen with ink out of the bed and started to draw the sunrise. He couldn't hear anything else but the birds chipping and the wind hitting his ears. When the sun was finally done making it's morning light, the boy grabbed the notebook and the quill pen and ink and walked down the hill. He walked back into the house and quietly went back into the room. He put his bag back on the floor where it was before and laid back down on the bed and started to read his book.
"Sweetie?" said a sweet voice coming from the boy's door, "You awake? I saw that you're boots were gone and I also saw that a apple isn't there anymore."
The door opened a a woman with black hair and a tan dress with a apron on. Her eyes were teal and her skin was tan. She was about 37 years old and had a bright smile on her face.
"I knew were up," the woman said, "Why are you up so early?"
"I was watching the sunrise," he said as he looked up from his book, "I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's okay, Akeara," the woman said, "I love that your a boy that actually like the sunrise, unlike the other boys here. Anyway, your not just going to eat that apple for breakfast, are you?"
Akeara grabbed the apple and handed it to his mom.
"Come to the kitchen and come eat some soup," said the woman walking into the kitchen and putting that apple back in the basket.
"I'm really not that hungry," Akeara said walking into the kitchen and sitting at the table in one of the chairs.
"Then why'd you bring the apple?" his mom said chuckling at Akeara's stupid excuse.
"I brought it for the birds," Akeara said.
"Then why is it back in the basket," his mom said giving Akeara a bowl of hot soup, "I know when you're hungry. Now, eat up. I'll get some too."
Akeara's mom grabbed herself a bowl of soup as Akeara sipped his soup. She sat across from him in a chair. She sipped some of her soup as Akeara got bored of sipping and just decided to pick the bowl up and drink it like he was drinking milk out of a cup. He finished as his mom giggled at the soup above his lips. He wiped the soup off of his lips with his sleeve.
"Akeara," his mom said "you're father wants to see how you're magic has improved. Can you go to him?"
"Sure," Akeara said, "If I come back with blood on my face, just ignore it."
"Sweetie," she said, "I promise that he won't beat you."
"you said that last time," Akeara said standing up, "Frodo always beats me. Why does he think it's okay to beat me just because he named after the hero of this age?"
"He doesn't think that," she said, "Now, can you please do you're best?"
"Fine," Akeara said getting his bag from his room and walking to to the front door, "I'll do my best. Bye, mom."
"Bye, sweetie," she said as Akeara left the house.
Akeara walked down the street of the not so small village. He didn't hear anything pleasing. He only hear people waking up and still alive. He hated this village. Sometimes, he wished that he lived while the Orcs were alive so they could kill him. He acted like the other wizards were Orcs themselves. He finally got to his father's house. He wasn't his real father. His real father died when he was five and his mother married someone else, who was named after the brave Hobbit. Not Sam, but Frodo. He hated Frodo. He would beat Akeara if he messed up on his magic even a little bit. Akeara would always come home with blood and scratches on his face and body. That man made Akeara wish that he's never been born or at least been a Hobbit. Akeara sighed as he approached a house. He opened the door and saw a wizard with a brown robe and a big, brown beard. He was in a chair with his staff in his left hand. Akeara walked slowly to Frodo and then stopped when he was 3 feet away from him.
"Akeara," said the man, "show me. How good have you become?"
Akeara didn't answer. He slid the bag off his shoulder and grabbed a wand out of it. He put the bag on the floor. He closed his eyes.
"Hikari wa karadesu!" Akeara said as a bright light came from the wand and made all the candles in the room go out.
The light faded away as the candles lit again. Akeara opened his eyes as he breathed heavy. Frodo walked up to Akeara with his staff in his hand. Frodo smiled at the small child.
"That was..." Frodo said as he had a firm grip on his staff, "AWFUL~!"
Frodo then hit Akeara to the ground with his staff. Akeara whimpered as Frodo did that again a few more times.
"Frodo," Akeara said crying in pain, "Sto-."
"Your going to try again," Frodo said striking again, "You are going to be nothing if you keep acting like this."
"I'm sorry," Akeara said, "but the spells you tell me to do are to hard."
"ENOUGH!" Frodo hit Akeara so hard that it drew blood.
Akeara was covered in scratches, bruises and blood. His hair was now even more red then before. Akeara's wand dropped out of his hand. He slowly and painfully reached to pick it up.
"You think you can just come in and act like you can do everything right?" Frodo said putting his foot on the wand, "Well, your wrong because your a stupid wizard!"
Frodo then broke the want with his foot and walked away from the crying teen. Akeara picked up the two pieces of wood that use to be magic and wept over them.
"I hate you, Frodo," Akeara said standing up and throwing the wand at Frodo's back, "I looked up to you because I thought you were a great wizard, but I don't anymore. I wish the Orcs would come back and kill you! I WISH YOU WERE DEAD!"
Akeara breathed heavy as he finished his last word. Tears and blood dripped onto the floor. Akeara ran out of the house crying and leaving a trail of blood behind him. He to where no one would see him, a giant tree. He climb the tree and found a branch that was big and strong enough to sit on a cry on. He sat there and hugged his knees. He buried his face into his knees. He let the blood dip onto his pants and tunic.
"Akeara?" said a old, gray voice, "Come down from there."
Akeara looked around. He looked at the foot of the tree and saw his old friend, Gandalf. Akeara came down from the tree to Gandalf. He hugged him, but was still crying. He at least had one friend in this village.
"I'm guessing you had to show some tricks to Frodo the terror?" Gandalf said noticing the blood dripping from Akeara's hair.
"Yeah," Akeara said letting go and wiping his tears away, "He also broke my wand."
"That's a shame," Gandalf said rubbing Akeara's bloody hair, "Akeara, I have a favor to ask you. Can you come with me to my house?"
"Yes, Gandalf," Akeara said as the two started to walk down town.
They walked very far till they made it to a two story house. The two walked into the house. The house looked a bit like Akeara's, but a bit more bigger and it had more wizard stuff. The two sat down in the chairs near a table. Gandalf quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed two cups of steaming, hot tea. Gandalf then sat down cross from Akeara. He sipped his tea as Akeara just looked at the tea and rubbed the cup.
"Akeara," Gandalf said, "do you know why I asked you to come here?"
"No," Akeara said, "Why'd you tell me to come here?"
"Do you remember the story of the ring and Orcs and all those other bloody thing?" Gandalf said, "Well, I fear that the ring hasn't been completely destroyed. I feel like someone has token it has kept it somewhere far away from this village."
"Well," Akeara said, "as long as none of us travel anymore, no on will get hurt."
"That's not true," Gandalf said, "There's more. The Orcs are coming back. They are being made as we speak."
"Really?" Akeara said, "But I thought that they use to be Elf's that were cursed."
"The Elf's are being cursed by the man who has the ring right now," Gandalf said, "Now, the reason I wanted you to hear this is because I need you to stop them."
"M-ME?!" Akeara gasped, "But, Gandalf, I'm not very good at fighting. I don't even have a wand to help me."
"You don't need one," Gandalf said handing Akeara a thin book, "This book is yours now. I was my father's and my father's father's before him. Now, I'm giving it to you. This book holds much power inside of it. It holds maps, spells, anything, it's in here. I also need you to take you're father's cloak with you. Please, I need you to go outside the village and go find four more people. Hikaru, Aguma, Masumi and Totoa. Please, Akeara, will you do this for me?"
"I don't know, Gandalf," Akeara said standing up and heading to the door, "I could die. You know I'm not as good as the others in this village. Why do you want me? I'm sorry, Gandalf, but I just need to think on this. Goodbye."
Akeara left the house and ran to his own house where his mother was cooking. He walked into the house and pt his bag on the floor. He sat at the table.
"Hello, Akeara," his mom said turning around and seeing blood all over him, "Sweetie, what happened?"
"I told you he would do it again," Akeara said.
"Let me get a wet cloth," his mom said grabbing a bowl of water and a cloth and wiping the blood away from Akeara's face.
Akeara stayed silent as his mother wiped all the blood away. Water dripped on the floor, but it wasn't water from the cloth.
"Akeara?" his mom said, "Are you okay?
"Mother," Akeara said, "father died in the war, right? He died wearing that cloak that you kept in that box?"
"Yes," his mom said, "Why are you bringing this up?"
Akeara becamesilent. Suddenly, whimpers were heard. Tears fell onto the hard, wooden floor.
"Gandalf wants me to go and find people from outside the village to stop the Orcs wearing father's cloak and I could die and I don't wanna die like father did," Akeara broke out in tears.
His cries were heard outside the house.
"Akeara," his mom said hugging her hurt child, "You don't have to be scared. Gandalf doesn't just do this to anyone. He does it to people that are strong and brave. Even you're father was scared when he went out into battle, but he died knowing that he saved everyone in this village. You can do it too, but I'll let you sleep on this. You should probably get to bed. Goodnight, Akeara."
His mother let go and walked back into the kitchen. Akeara walked into his room and took off his boots and laid on his bed. He had all these thoughts going threw his head. He fell asleep and didn't wake up till morning.
The next day.
Akeara woke up. It was past sunrise and it was already noon. Akeara stood up and slipped on his boots. He left the room, grabbed a cloak, put it in his bag, grabbed his bag his bag and walked outside into the village. Everyone was outside ether playing or working. Akeara wasn't doing ether of those things. He was just thinking about his answer to Gandalf. He walked to Gandalf's house and stopped at the door step. He sighed and knocked.
"Come in, Akeara," Gandalf said not even answering the door.
Akeara walked inside and saw Gandalf in a rocking chair near the fire while twisting his white hair and beard. Akeara walked to Gandalf and sat on the floor near the fire.
"Gandalf," Akeara said, "I've been thinking about what you said and I-."
"Akeara," Gandalf said, "come closer."
Akeara obeyed and stood up and walked to Gandalf.
"Akeara," Gandalf said, "I'm old. I don't have much time. I'm glad I got to tell you about everything, but I can't help you anymore. I can only tell you to go to the village of the Dwarfs and find one of the people I told you to go to. You don't have to, it's you're choice. I love you, Akeara. Goodbye. Not because your leaving, but because I am. I give you a very fawn farewell."
Gandalf closed his eyes as if he was falling asleep. His smiled faded away and his hand hanged off the chair.
"Gandalf?" Akeara said, "Gandalf. Gandalf!? Get up! You can't go yet. You have to live. Please, Gandalf, please."
Akeara wept as he buried his head in Gandalf's chest. He cried as loud as he could. Some people could even hear him. After a while, Akeara stopped crying. He then only sniffled.
"I'll do it, Gandalf," Akeara said in a choked up voice, "If it's the last thing I'll do, I'll do it. I'll die. I'm ready."
Akeara left Gandalf in his house. He walked back t his house with tear trails following behind him. When he got to his house, he walked in and went to his room. He laid on his bed. He then felt something in his bag. He took it out and saw his father's cloak that he wore into battle. Akeara just threw it on the ground. He knew he had to go into battle, but he also knew he wouldn't come back to the wizard village.
Later that day, night time.
Akeara sneaked out of his room so him mother couldn't hear him. He had his bag. He went into the kitchen and grabbed some food and some money. He was about to leave the house until...
"Akeara," his mom said, "wait."
Akeara looked behind him and saw his mother holding up his father's cloak. He walked over to her and she put it on her. She then kissed his head, which still had a bit of blood on it, and he left the house. He found a horse in the stables and he got on it. He was a little to short. He knew he would fit in as a Dwarf. He then rode off into the moonlight. He looked behind him and saw his mother waving to him and crying. He tried to wave back, but he almost fell off the horse. He cried as well. The horse went faster when his tears fell onto the horse. Soon, he was nowhere to be seen.
"Goodbye, Akeara," his mother said, "I know you'll come back to say hello, but I'm afraid you'll just be weeping. Bye."
Thanks for reading the first chapter. Keep you're eye out for the next one.
Until then, I give you a very fawn farewell.