nieuw ding :p

Een voorlopig naamloos verhaal, en dan nog in het Engels! Hoe ongehoord op een nederlandstalige blog *geshockeerde blik* :p !!! Maar dit is MIJN blog, hà! Me does what me likes on me blog ^^

Anywayz, het is het begin van een fantasy-"verhaaltje". De kans dat dit uitgroeit tot een megasaga van 6000 bladzijden is astronomisch klein, dus laat ik het bij verhaaltje.

Ayilir's toes cracked as he came down the stairs early in the morning, almost as loud as the stairs themselves. He felt hungry, starving even. Spending five days in bed with a high fever gave him one hell of an appetite. The door to the kitchen squeeked as he entered. It seemed no-one had gotten out of bed yet, so no problem grabbing himself some supplies and be on his way, he thought. Grateful as he was, Ayilir didn't want any time to go to waste just to say goodbye. The forest was calling, and he had to adhere. Carefully he stuffed a loaf of bread in his bag, wrapped in a clean towel. Checking his pocket to feel if his money's still there, he felt his purse, still crunching with money. Ayilir smiled, as truly honest people were rarily found these days around these parts of the continent. Theft can keep bread on the table. They could have taken it all and left him to die, but they didn't. He decided he might as well show them his gratitude. A purse bulging with coins was opened, and he left them half of it on the kitchen table. Five gold coins, seven silver, three copper. Money was a mere formality to Ayilir, as he knew he could get more than enough to come by any day. While approaching the front door of the house, he heard one of his rescuers getting out of bed. Quickly he opened the door and made a run for the forest. A cool morning breeze greeted him as he hastily moved away from the farmer's steed. After reaching the edge of the forest, he turned around to look at the house one more time. He still wondered how that wolf could have come close enough to him to bite him in his arm, making him ill. He had seen the cold eyes in the deliriums of his fever, fearless, determined, glowing with a crazed anger. It confused him, as he had never been attacked by a wolf before. He sighed and went on his way home through the forest, watchful for any dangers lurking in the bushes. A little hunt to sharpen the senses would be nice, he smirked.

Tune in next week for the next part ^^