• Corym grimaced at the acorn soup. it polpped into his bowl as his mother gave him the "there are fairies starving every where" speach.
    "Corym? are u listening to me? ugh. ungrateful child. i cook your meals and clen the house you live in and u wont even listen to me!" she scowls at him. her name is Ciyradyl, she is a garden elf for the high priest.
    corym kisses her on the cheek and scurries for the door, " love you mum. i hope to see you soon."
    "where are you going?" she questions, a gleam of suspicion in her eyes.
    "the bakery to buy some rolls, mother." he lies; really hes going to the forest, a place his mother forbid him from.
    " ok... well dont you dare go into that Nuuta forest again. after last time im sure you wouldnt anyway."
    has it been mentioned that he was almost killed by a troll in the forest? ya, that is why you dont take anything from their gardens, no matter how brave you want to look....
    ~ < just a sneek preview of a book i wrote, and hope to publish >~