Chapter 1: Oh, Sweet Ol’ Tree

Hello, and welcome dear reader, this novel is currently in the Alpha version.

Alpha ⇾ Raw without any edits.

Beta ⇾ Edited Version with corrected mistakes.

Gamma ⇾ The most finished a chapter can be.

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Please leave comments, as it helps me get familiar with writing long novels. As this is the first chapter, I feel the need to say a few words before the start;

I'm writing in Google Docs with a simple auto-corrector so if you find grammar mistakes, don't be shy about commenting on them! Also, don't be shy to tell me what the flaws are with my story, I am a short-story writer, I've been writing stories in my free time for about four to five years now, and my habit of writing everything at 3 a.m. never seems to go away.

In this novel (or fanfic), I'll try to build a character. If this story reaches 40 stones, I'll ask a friend of mine to draw some of the creatures within the story so it will be easier to visualize them.

A few flaws I know I have, I adore writing long, unnecessary descriptions and explanations. I also find myself creating a whole world like I have a gun pointed at my head. That's why I'll try to minimize the world-building to the point of view of the characters, and not the narrator.

ps. Have fun reading :)

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As far as the light of the sun can reach, or even farther than that distanced place, in a small wooden hut just short of a small body of water, a young boy slept, and within the world of his dream he imagined, a battle of might and magic accrued.

A ferrous ball of flame was thrown; it went over the heads of thousands before landing at its mark. The ashes that once were the body of a mighty warrior got swept away with the wind, filling the air with yet more ashes, blood, and steel.

The young boy from the hut stood there at the center of the tussle.

The youth shouted, "Don't give up!" "We can still win this fight!" His shout was followed by roars and the end of many.

While battling an opponent so swift with his sword and so thoughtful with his shield, the boy heard a faint cry from the distance, the voice sounded familiar! The boy thought to himself while fighting.

But his non-focused mind led him to yelp as his opponent kicked him in the girth.

"Ach, ye no payin' attention tae oor wee scuffle, laddie? Whit's the craic?", joked the opponent.

But the mind of our great little hero was somewhere else.

Enduring the pain he feels, the boy looks around frantically, searching with his eyes for the source of the past cry.

"Fligar!", The cry was now loud and clear.

"Fligar!", The world started to fade away, like watercolors losing their color with the water.

"Fligar!!", The cry became a roar that pieced the boy's mind, and like that, he left the world of glory, and came back to the world of hurt.

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"Fligar, wake up, Papa needs you outside", Lyra informed, Fligar.

"Okay...", answered Fligar, still sad that he couldn't finish his amazing dual.

Going outside the wooden hut, Fligar saw his father, it wasn't hard to find him as the sound of the iron woodcutter's ax hit the redwood.

"Oh, you came, here!", said Filgar's father as he threw a small silver ax with a sharp bit.

Filgar looked at the ax, before looking at his father and asking "Should I bring Lyra with me today?".

The father closed his eyes for a few seconds before answering, "Sure, just don't wander into the blue area when you're with her."

"Okay!", yelled Fligar as he scurried back into the house with the silver ax firmly in hand.

A few hours later, they were both off on their little adventure and their quest.

"Flig, why have you brought me along?" Papa said we won't be going to the blue forest, which means we won't be able to see those cute white furballs,", asked Lyra with a confused deminer.

Her wonder was short-lived though, as her older brother answered, "Yeah, we ain't going to the blue forest." Fligar stopped walking after he answered, turned his head, smiled ear to ear, and continued, "We will be going to the green forest, of course!"

Upon hearing the news, Lyra's eyes widened in amazement, and a huge smile spread across her face. She let out a joyous giggle, and her purple hair seemed to sway in excitement as if it were rejoicing with her.

"Let's go! I want to see the furballs!", she yelled in excitement as if she had just won the lottery.

As the sister-brother duo walked through the reddish forest, they didn't talk much.

The Red Forest is a forest they know quite well, it's the nearest forest to their home, and the safest one in the area where they live.

There are four types of logs that they know of as of this time, the redwood is known for its fast ignition, the bluewood is known for its hardness and thickness, and the greenwood is known as the best type for a house.

The last type of wood they know is shadwood, fairy tales talk about the forest covered in darkness, and the trees that have shadows for leaves and voids for branches.

Time yet again passed, with the sun still high in the sky, and the wind getting warmer by the minute.

In the small wooden hut, just shy of a river, sat a man in his forties, and next to him stood his wife. The silence that filled the room started to beg for an escape, and the man was the one to let it out.

"Dear, do you think they will come today?", the man paused and breathed heavily before continuing, "I forgot it was today, should we try to find the kids before it is too late?", asked the father with trembling hands.

"You can't leave, you still have the child and me. If they come when you're not home, I won't be able to stop them.", said the wife while looking at the dusty floor.

"Damn it all!", shouted the man as he hit the blueish wooden table, leaving a small mark on the table with his fist.

Chapter 2: {The Meeting With the Gray Furballs}