Some Story
From Xdw
The sky is barely noticable. The rock walls are dingy, unsaturated and dull. The trees here are almost a thousand years old, with the bark still bonding with the tree like it was new. There was no sun. The only sun you'd get would be the thin streams of light, passing through the scarce amount of free space between the leaves of the massive trees. Here was a settlement, with not more than fifty people living here. For twelve years, the Tokara Forest's inhabitants have lived off the sap, and small amount of wildlife running wildly between the trees. The Zarods dug small amounts of wood from the trees, and called it home. It was enough to give them shelter. Here, there was no worry about wind, rain or crime. Everyone knew each other, everyone trusted each other.
Patrick just got home from his daily training. Since he was eight years old, he wanted to become an archer, to follow in his father's footsteps. His father crafted arrows using the finest woods, feathers and heads many years ago, before they lived in the Tokara settlement. Patrick always wondered what would bring them to this wasted part of the country, but whenever he would bring the subject up, his father would change it or go for a lone walk. Patrick wanted to find out about his history, where he came from. He missed his mother, and his sister whom he only had a picture of from a painter. He treasured that painting, left it beside his bed and looked at it, examined it before he blew his candle out each night.
Rick, Patrick's older brother was about to leave for work. He was a trainer as a Swordsman and he had been training ever since he was 5 years old. Because of that, he was well-built, tall, and had the mildest of tempers. If anyone were to try to aggravate him, it wouldn't work. He would just figure you're teasing him, and get on with his work.
Before Rick left, Patrick asked in a low, shy voice, "When will you be home? I want to talk to you." "I'll be home late tonight. Got a few people falling behind in their training. You'd better eat breakfast and get to archery training." "Alright, Rick." Patrick didn't really know what to do, so he grabbed a few fruits, and was on his way to training. Once his training area was in sight, lit up by the giant emerald, reflecting off the bark of the trees, he sat down by a bunch of lit torches. He stared at the glorious orange light flickering off of the nearby trees. This was the place that gave him peace of mind. This was where he would sit, every day, before and after training to think about what he would do when he got older.
