Arxlandia
01-29-2013, 10:59 PM
Darian
I am Darian and I am twelve summers old. I have been in training since I was ten. I will grow up to be an Obsidian Huntsmen
if I pass the trials. Some boys I know want to be adventurers and see all of Arxlandia. Not me, I want to be a
Huntsman and serve The Huntress. I will be big and tough and wear armor made from Dewfeng hide. But first I have to pass
the trials and they are only three summers away!
My day starts at sun up. My mommy makes the best breakfast cakes, with fish and ground seeds and honey. After breakfast I have
to go to school, luckily I got morning class so I can train in the afternoon. The class is how to read and write and the history of
the Black Vale. Most importantly are the teachings of the Goddess T'takla! A Huntsman must know all the scriptures of T'takla, which I do.
The class ends just before midday so I go home and have lunch alone. My mommy sells the fish that my daddy catches in the swamps that make up the Vale.
After lunch I go outside of the safety nets that protect the village from the local Dewfeng. Today I am testing myself just like the trials.
I carry only my obsidian knife and some rope. First I have to find the right kind of tree and it has to be straight. I must be careful as I travel
deeper into the Vale because out here the Dewfeng are not hunted as much. They are bigger and do not fear people like the local Dewfeng do.
I find the tree I am looking for, it is the sacred tree, the same that is used for rituals. Well the sap is used anyway. I say the words of thanks for the
tree and cut off the limb I need. I take my time sharpening the point and removing any twigs and knots. I need this to be right, in the trial it would be inspected,
here it just has to do the job. I finish the spear and go hunting.
I have to keep looking up in the trees; Dewfeng live in the trees and like to drop on the unwary.
I have traveled deeper into the Vale than I have ever been, but I will be brave.
A Huntsman would not be worried about being alone hunting large Dewfeng deep in the vale with just a wooden spear!
I turn around and head for home.
I have not gone far when there is a huge splash behind me. I turn around and level my spear ready to use it.
Before me is the biggest Dewfeng I have ever seen staring me right in the eyes. Before I can lung with my spear the
Dewfeng jumps with a hiss and lands on me. I am pinned under it! I grab my knife and stab blindly at the Dewfeng.
The blade meets resistance and the Dewfeng jumps off, ripping the knife out of my hand. I get up and look desperately for my spear.
I find it floating nearby and grab it. I turn towards the Dewfeng and find it crouch and ready, fangs dripping venom.
I jump to my left and then my right moving forward at the same time in a zigzag pattern. The Dewfeng is just sitting and waiting for me, watching.
When I get within range of my spear I jump straight for the Dewfeng. I thrust with all my might and right through the throat. The Dewfeng falls dead, I have done it!
Now I have to get it home but first I need to find my knife. I look all around and feel under the water and I cannot find it.
It is getting late and I need to get home, I decide to come back tomorrow to find my knife. First I have to get this Dewfeng home.
I try to lift it but I am not strong enough. I will drag it back home, if I flip it over I can drag it on its armored side.
It takes all my strength to roll the beast over. I find my knife! It is still stuck in the Dewfeng's belly! I retrieve my knife and begin pulling my prize home, belly up and head first.
It is almost dark when I reach the gate to my village and I stop to catch my breath. I wonder what I am in for when I return home.
My parents probably will not be too happy but they will be proud. The villagers will certainly have something to talk about for awhile.
Maybe the news will even travel to other villages maybe even to the Huntress. I wonder if I will be confined to the village by my parents, there will be yelling I imagine.
All I have to do is drag my Dewfeng up to the gate guard and everything will begin.
I take a deep breath and pull.
Copyright Arxlandia (2013) written by Matthew Denny
I am Darian and I am twelve summers old. I have been in training since I was ten. I will grow up to be an Obsidian Huntsmen
if I pass the trials. Some boys I know want to be adventurers and see all of Arxlandia. Not me, I want to be a
Huntsman and serve The Huntress. I will be big and tough and wear armor made from Dewfeng hide. But first I have to pass
the trials and they are only three summers away!
My day starts at sun up. My mommy makes the best breakfast cakes, with fish and ground seeds and honey. After breakfast I have
to go to school, luckily I got morning class so I can train in the afternoon. The class is how to read and write and the history of
the Black Vale. Most importantly are the teachings of the Goddess T'takla! A Huntsman must know all the scriptures of T'takla, which I do.
The class ends just before midday so I go home and have lunch alone. My mommy sells the fish that my daddy catches in the swamps that make up the Vale.
After lunch I go outside of the safety nets that protect the village from the local Dewfeng. Today I am testing myself just like the trials.
I carry only my obsidian knife and some rope. First I have to find the right kind of tree and it has to be straight. I must be careful as I travel
deeper into the Vale because out here the Dewfeng are not hunted as much. They are bigger and do not fear people like the local Dewfeng do.
I find the tree I am looking for, it is the sacred tree, the same that is used for rituals. Well the sap is used anyway. I say the words of thanks for the
tree and cut off the limb I need. I take my time sharpening the point and removing any twigs and knots. I need this to be right, in the trial it would be inspected,
here it just has to do the job. I finish the spear and go hunting.
I have to keep looking up in the trees; Dewfeng live in the trees and like to drop on the unwary.
I have traveled deeper into the Vale than I have ever been, but I will be brave.
A Huntsman would not be worried about being alone hunting large Dewfeng deep in the vale with just a wooden spear!
I turn around and head for home.
I have not gone far when there is a huge splash behind me. I turn around and level my spear ready to use it.
Before me is the biggest Dewfeng I have ever seen staring me right in the eyes. Before I can lung with my spear the
Dewfeng jumps with a hiss and lands on me. I am pinned under it! I grab my knife and stab blindly at the Dewfeng.
The blade meets resistance and the Dewfeng jumps off, ripping the knife out of my hand. I get up and look desperately for my spear.
I find it floating nearby and grab it. I turn towards the Dewfeng and find it crouch and ready, fangs dripping venom.
I jump to my left and then my right moving forward at the same time in a zigzag pattern. The Dewfeng is just sitting and waiting for me, watching.
When I get within range of my spear I jump straight for the Dewfeng. I thrust with all my might and right through the throat. The Dewfeng falls dead, I have done it!
Now I have to get it home but first I need to find my knife. I look all around and feel under the water and I cannot find it.
It is getting late and I need to get home, I decide to come back tomorrow to find my knife. First I have to get this Dewfeng home.
I try to lift it but I am not strong enough. I will drag it back home, if I flip it over I can drag it on its armored side.
It takes all my strength to roll the beast over. I find my knife! It is still stuck in the Dewfeng's belly! I retrieve my knife and begin pulling my prize home, belly up and head first.
It is almost dark when I reach the gate to my village and I stop to catch my breath. I wonder what I am in for when I return home.
My parents probably will not be too happy but they will be proud. The villagers will certainly have something to talk about for awhile.
Maybe the news will even travel to other villages maybe even to the Huntress. I wonder if I will be confined to the village by my parents, there will be yelling I imagine.
All I have to do is drag my Dewfeng up to the gate guard and everything will begin.
I take a deep breath and pull.
Copyright Arxlandia (2013) written by Matthew Denny