Something to read........by me
I've been writing a fantasy story.......This is what I have, so far! :)
Once upon a time, yes I am using the cliché, there lived a young boy. This young boy was very special. He was treated as if he were a king and spoiled like the wealthiest man alive. The boy, whose name is unknown, wished and dreamed of lands so far away and so exotic that his caretaker, or nanny, would find him in a daze. One day, unnoticed by anyone, he left the land he was raised in just to see his ‘fairy kingdom.’ He knew it was there and yet was unsure of where it truly was. He felt his dreams were as real as the water he touched and the ground that he walked on. He walked for several days and nights, wearing a disguise of course. He found shelter every night and slept as long as he felt he needed to. One night he stumbled upon an encampment of some sorts. As he tried to skirt around the edge a young girls voice rang out. INTRUDER!! The group soon surrounded him and all the young boy could do was stand there, looking at his captors in awe. These were people of a different kind. They were dressed in strange cloths and had weapons of the enemy and also of his people. This seemed odd to the young boy. The leader, a large man with a kind face, came to the front to see what the commotion was about. ‘A young boy,’ the man yelled, ‘A young boy is what has gotten you all scared and riled up!’
The man took the young boy to his tent. ‘Who are you? Are you all alone and why are you all alone? Where are you from?’
Once upon a time, yes I am using the cliché, there lived a young boy. This young boy was very special. He was treated as if he were a king and spoiled like the wealthiest man alive. The boy, whose name is unknown, wished and dreamed of lands so far away and so exotic that his caretaker, or nanny, would find him in a daze. One day, unnoticed by anyone, he left the land he was raised in just to see his ‘fairy kingdom.’ He knew it was there and yet was unsure of where it truly was. He felt his dreams were as real as the water he touched and the ground that he walked on. He walked for several days and nights, wearing a disguise of course. He found shelter every night and slept as long as he felt he needed to. One night he stumbled upon an encampment of some sorts. As he tried to skirt around the edge a young girls voice rang out. INTRUDER!! The group soon surrounded him and all the young boy could do was stand there, looking at his captors in awe. These were people of a different kind. They were dressed in strange cloths and had weapons of the enemy and also of his people. This seemed odd to the young boy. The leader, a large man with a kind face, came to the front to see what the commotion was about. ‘A young boy,’ the man yelled, ‘A young boy is what has gotten you all scared and riled up!’
The man took the young boy to his tent. ‘Who are you? Are you all alone and why are you all alone? Where are you from?’