Curse

Ryan Bucek · Jul 16, 2009, 04:53 PM // 16:53

This is a bit from a bio I was writing for the video series my guild is working on. I helping withthe script and I got carried away with a story instead of a discription. lol well here is chapter 1.

The Feywood Chronicles

Chapter 1

The freezing wind crashed against my body again and again as I stuggled to make my way up the giant shiverpeak mountain. I held tight to the rope praying that I would make it through the terrible snow storm that consumed my hope. This was the only way through the mountains and there was no turning back. I dare not look behind me.

I could not go back because I had no home from which I came. The family that had raised me were dead and the only clue that my real father was alive was from the lips of an undead soldier….well dead soldier now.

My name is Aryth Feywood, all my life I have felt I was different from others in the Abbey, but never knew the reason. I wanted adventure and glory. I wanted the people to cheer my name.

The loud roar of a train broke my thoughts. I struggled to find the source of the sound. Only one explanation seemed to make sense on a mountain.

Avalanche

I peered up to see the landslide of snow raging toward me like it had a mind of its own. I reached for my bow which luckily had a rope attached to the arrow, aimed for a near by snow cave and let the arrow go. With much luck it stuck into a wedge next to the cave wall. Pulling a few times to see if it would hold I jumped swinging toward the ledge and into the cave.

The lethal snow missed me by seconds. The cave was small but at least it would give me shelter. I would have to dig myself out within 10 minutes or I would suffocate. As I burrowed my hands into the snow I could only think of how much more I would have to push myself to find my father…One thought scared me…

I was loving it.

The undead soldier that fell by my hand had said my father was in Elona, a land far on the other side of this world. I had so many questions for him but only one that really mattered….

Why did he abandon me?

After I ask him this he will then feel the wrath of my bow, I thought.

It must have been my bastard father who had sent those men to kill me and my adopted family….for some unknown reason I do not know.

Orin Feywood, the man who had raised me had taught me the ways of the ranger.

How to hunt, trap, and be one with nature.

I will find my father and kill him with the skills I have learned.