It wasn't a very pleasant night. The storms from the day before had left the roads flooded, making all trade come to a stop. This wasn't good for Terron (yeah the name sucks), because it was a very desolate farmtown, and couldn't get much other than livestock and grain for itself, and they needed constant supplies brought in. Whenever a trader came in, they were always suprised by the sudden bustle of a farm town, because it was so far from other civilization. Some wondered why it was there, if it served a purpose or not, or just was meant do be.
It was almost as if the town had been selected for destruction, for the thunder had been some of the loudest they have ever heard, and the lightning started many trees on fire, although they were instantly extiguished by the raging torrents of rain. This had depressed Albar (oh my god bad name) because, being a short, energetic 7 year old, had wanted to play, but he needed to stay inside, so he helped his Aunt Illena around the kitchen. Although he hated doing this work, he didn't like to see his Aunt doing so much work, for this was a very closely tied community, and many people ate together, so vast meals must be prepared every day. Turkey, chicken, pork, bread, cheese, and of course, ale. Although Albar could not drink any himself, he wasn't sure he wanted to, as he watched his friends descend into drunkess. The night went by uneventful, just as any night of the town had.
The next day, after trying to make any progress on the mess of blond fur that many people called hair. And with his dark brown eyes glowing, he want to face another day around town. As was always planned, under the enormous tree at the center, he met his friends, the tall and beautiful Ziana, short but forcefull Goran, and the huge but gentle Dion. "You're late," exclaimed Goran. "I needed to help after breakfast, the dishes don't clean themselves, and sometimes I worry if we overwork Illena," said Albar. "Well, lets not worry about that, it's done. Have you heard the latest rumors? They say a vagabound has come around, and your aunt seems to know him.".
Okay, kind of a bad place to cut off, this is a test, I wanted to see what I could do if I tried writing, you haven't seen much plot, but how is the feel for the place, and I know the names suck, I can't think of names.
Trust me, I have a good idea for plot, and if you want more, I'll do it.
It was almost as if the town had been selected for destruction, for the thunder had been some of the loudest they have ever heard, and the lightning started many trees on fire, although they were instantly extiguished by the raging torrents of rain. This had depressed Albar (oh my god bad name) because, being a short, energetic 7 year old, had wanted to play, but he needed to stay inside, so he helped his Aunt Illena around the kitchen. Although he hated doing this work, he didn't like to see his Aunt doing so much work, for this was a very closely tied community, and many people ate together, so vast meals must be prepared every day. Turkey, chicken, pork, bread, cheese, and of course, ale. Although Albar could not drink any himself, he wasn't sure he wanted to, as he watched his friends descend into drunkess. The night went by uneventful, just as any night of the town had.
The next day, after trying to make any progress on the mess of blond fur that many people called hair. And with his dark brown eyes glowing, he want to face another day around town. As was always planned, under the enormous tree at the center, he met his friends, the tall and beautiful Ziana, short but forcefull Goran, and the huge but gentle Dion. "You're late," exclaimed Goran. "I needed to help after breakfast, the dishes don't clean themselves, and sometimes I worry if we overwork Illena," said Albar. "Well, lets not worry about that, it's done. Have you heard the latest rumors? They say a vagabound has come around, and your aunt seems to know him.".
Okay, kind of a bad place to cut off, this is a test, I wanted to see what I could do if I tried writing, you haven't seen much plot, but how is the feel for the place, and I know the names suck, I can't think of names.
Trust me, I have a good idea for plot, and if you want more, I'll do it.
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